Wunnerful Ouija: Chapter Two
Druss saw that I was still resisting despite the financial pressure that he had placed me under. He leaned forward and pressed an intercom button and said, "Olga, send in foxy. Again, he smiled that terrible smile. It was remarkable how he looked like Charles Manson.
The door opened and a sultry, voluptuous woman walked into the office. She batted her eyes at me and breathed, "Hi, I'm foxy."
"Uh-huh", I thought and started laughing.
Druss looked at me and snapped, "What's so funny?"
"This", I replied. "Surely, you aren't thinking of compromising me with this woman. You've met the wolf and you know that she knows that I am so scared of her that this is not possible."
Druss smiled that smile again and said, "No, I had something else in mind."
I laughed again. "Pictures to assassinate my character in my community? You know better. Back home my character has a plaque on the wall of the local ICU. Everybody already knows that I am a character."
Again, the smile. "Come with me," he said.
We walked out a doorway into an alley. Druss pointed at a '73 Pinto and said, "Get in the passenger side." I did so. foxy climbed into the drivers seat. Druss smiled the smile again. He looked at foxy and said, "foxy, take him out to 101 and back."
She left the alley and never looked either way. Tractor-trailer rigs were cut off. Corners were taken without slowing down. I had never witnessed such weaving in and out of traffic in my life, which flashed before my eyes several times. Eventually, we made it back to the offices of Boiler Room Discount Brokerage where we made a screeching stop. I continued to screech as Druss slipped a crowbar into the vehicle and deftly popped my fingers out of the dashboard and helped me from the car.
Druss said, "Now, about that help that I need. Will you do it?"
I was still shaking but managed to stutter, "N-n-n-no."
Druss smiled that smile and said, "No problem. I'll just have foxy drive you to the airport."
"I'll do it," I said...very clearly.
To be continued... |
