turned off the machine.
Freya flicked on the lights, and saw his wide grin. She turned to Tango, who wore a smirk.
'Well ladies, what do you think?'
'That's one baaad dude,' said Tango. 'Wouldn't want to mess with him.' She laughs. 'No sir, no way.'
Todd looked amused. 'What about you, Freya?'
'Fantastic!'
'I thought you might enjoy it.'
'How'd you do that?' Tango asked, 'I mean, how'd you do that with the head?'
'Just chopped it off.'
Tango laughed. 'I know, it's a trade secret. I'll lay odds you used a dummy.'
'Very astute, young lady.'
'Sure looked real.'
'I appreciate the compliment.' Todd removed three scripts from a manila folder, and passed them out. 'I've underlined your parts. Tango, you're Kristi. Freya, you're Lynn. I, of course, will play myself. Take a few minutes to look them over.' After glancing through her script, Freya spent the remaining time looking over Tango. The girl knew she was being watched, and seemed to approve. As she read, she casually loosened her vest. She twisted in such a way that a nipple appeared in the laces.
Todd paid no attention.
She was doing it for Freya alone.
'Ready?' Todd asked.
'Ready when you are,' Tango said.
'How come we're doing this? You know what I mean? I'm just curious, is all.' She fluttered the script. 'This looks like just what they said except for their names and a couple things. Maybe I'm just ignorant, but it seems kind of funny to me.'
'Their voices simply aren't what I want,' said Todd.
She shrugged. 'It's your dime, honey.'
'Let's begin.'
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
They walked along the balcony to the door of Connie's apartment. She pushed her key toward the lock, but Pete stopped her hand.
'Let me,' he said.
'I didn't catch that,' said Connie. 'The light's off.'
Pete shook his head. He took the key from her, and opened the apartment door. No lights were on inside, either, so he didn't bother to speak. He stepped into the room, ahead of her, and found a light switch on the wall. A lamp beside the couch came on.
'You're certainly acting mysterious,' she said.
'Just careful. Some guys, when they're dumped, they do crazy things.'
'Dal's never been violent,' she said.
'That you know of.'
'I don't think he'd do anything to hurt me.'
Pete shrugged. 'If he bought an engagement ring, he's serious enough to be a threat. I ran into a guy once, he threw his fiancee out a fourteenth-story window because some fellow sent her flowers for her birthday. Turned out, they came from her brother.'
'You're full of grim stories,' Connie said, smiling as if she wanted more. 'Would you like a drink?'
'Ah, a libation,' he said, doing his Fields voice. 'Nothing I'd rather partake of, my dear.' It was out of his mouth before he realized she probably wouldn't understand his distorted lip movements. He didn't have time for embarrassment to set in, though.
'Come up and see me sometime,' she said.
He laughed. 'You're remarkable.'
'When I'm bad, I'm better.'
He took hold of her hands. 'Very true,' he said. 'You were very, very bad this afternoon.'
Her face, still flushed from a day in the sun, turned a deeper red. 'You were pretty bad, yourself. Now, what would you like, a beer?'
'Great.'
They went into the kitchen and Connie took two bottles of Budweiser from the refrigerator. 'Want a glass?' she asked.
'The bottle's fine. I think I'll use the facilities first, though.'
'Right through there.' She pointed.
Pete used the toilet, but didn't return immediately to the living-room. First, he stepped into another room and turned on the light. Connie's office. He stepped past cluttered, metal bookshelves and opened a
Freya flicked on the lights, and saw his wide grin. She turned to Tango, who wore a smirk.
'Well ladies, what do you think?'
'That's one baaad dude,' said Tango. 'Wouldn't want to mess with him.' She laughs. 'No sir, no way.'
Todd looked amused. 'What about you, Freya?'
'Fantastic!'
'I thought you might enjoy it.'
'How'd you do that?' Tango asked, 'I mean, how'd you do that with the head?'
'Just chopped it off.'
Tango laughed. 'I know, it's a trade secret. I'll lay odds you used a dummy.'
'Very astute, young lady.'
'Sure looked real.'
'I appreciate the compliment.' Todd removed three scripts from a manila folder, and passed them out. 'I've underlined your parts. Tango, you're Kristi. Freya, you're Lynn. I, of course, will play myself. Take a few minutes to look them over.' After glancing through her script, Freya spent the remaining time looking over Tango. The girl knew she was being watched, and seemed to approve. As she read, she casually loosened her vest. She twisted in such a way that a nipple appeared in the laces.
Todd paid no attention.
She was doing it for Freya alone.
'Ready?' Todd asked.
'Ready when you are,' Tango said.
'How come we're doing this? You know what I mean? I'm just curious, is all.' She fluttered the script. 'This looks like just what they said except for their names and a couple things. Maybe I'm just ignorant, but it seems kind of funny to me.'
'Their voices simply aren't what I want,' said Todd.
She shrugged. 'It's your dime, honey.'
'Let's begin.'
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
They walked along the balcony to the door of Connie's apartment. She pushed her key toward the lock, but Pete stopped her hand.
'Let me,' he said.
'I didn't catch that,' said Connie. 'The light's off.'
Pete shook his head. He took the key from her, and opened the apartment door. No lights were on inside, either, so he didn't bother to speak. He stepped into the room, ahead of her, and found a light switch on the wall. A lamp beside the couch came on.
'You're certainly acting mysterious,' she said.
'Just careful. Some guys, when they're dumped, they do crazy things.'
'Dal's never been violent,' she said.
'That you know of.'
'I don't think he'd do anything to hurt me.'
Pete shrugged. 'If he bought an engagement ring, he's serious enough to be a threat. I ran into a guy once, he threw his fiancee out a fourteenth-story window because some fellow sent her flowers for her birthday. Turned out, they came from her brother.'
'You're full of grim stories,' Connie said, smiling as if she wanted more. 'Would you like a drink?'
'Ah, a libation,' he said, doing his Fields voice. 'Nothing I'd rather partake of, my dear.' It was out of his mouth before he realized she probably wouldn't understand his distorted lip movements. He didn't have time for embarrassment to set in, though.
'Come up and see me sometime,' she said.
He laughed. 'You're remarkable.'
'When I'm bad, I'm better.'
He took hold of her hands. 'Very true,' he said. 'You were very, very bad this afternoon.'
Her face, still flushed from a day in the sun, turned a deeper red. 'You were pretty bad, yourself. Now, what would you like, a beer?'
'Great.'
They went into the kitchen and Connie took two bottles of Budweiser from the refrigerator. 'Want a glass?' she asked.
'The bottle's fine. I think I'll use the facilities first, though.'
'Right through there.' She pointed.
Pete used the toilet, but didn't return immediately to the living-room. First, he stepped into another room and turned on the light. Connie's office. He stepped past cluttered, metal bookshelves and opened a
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