says the stunt will make them famous. Con doesn’t want to be famous.”
“My novel was a long time ago.”
“Go on, go on.”
Cleo continues with intensity. “The con has a dark past, gets involved with the daredevil’s wife who reminds him of another woman. The story becomes a love triangle.”
Ingrid elbows Pete knowingly. “Very Icelandic.”
“Ends badly.” Pete says.
“I can’t wait to read it.”
“Long out of print.”
I’ll find it on the Internet. Maybe I’ll translate it into Icelandic.”
Back at the Streamside after exchanging email addresses and phone numbers and promising to stay in touch, Pete hugs Ingrid warmly.
“Christmas, we all go to Iceland for big family reunion. Bring your girlfriend.” More hugs all around.
Pete lets Dicey out to stretch her legs. The dog runs in wide happy circles, wants to play. Pete picks up a stick and throws it into the swimming hole. The dog jumps in after it. “You should do PR,” he says to Cleo. “The way you condensed the story was better than I ever could.”
“That’s why we’re a good team.” She kisses him. “Why do you think your book ends badly? The con finds salvation sacrificing his life so the daredevil can fulfill his dream.”
“I invented that, in real-life the daredevil threatened to kill the con because he thought the con fucked his wife. The con killed the daredevil first. He died in Sing Sing.”
“Your ending is way better.”
“Very Icelandic, right?” Dicey comes out of the water with the stick, drops it at Pete’s feet and shakes the water off her silky coat, drenching them.
The dog curls up on the floor. The recorder is on and there’s a pitcher of fresh squeezed lemonade. Cleo lies on the chaise as usual. “When I got out of rehab, Desirée went back to work for Roy. She was one of three girls who traveled to exotic places and had adventures. Supposedly they were looking for true love, but Desirée only found hard sex. Roy directed the films. His signature was acrobatic fucking in spectacular places. Occasionally he did a cameo but wouldn’t fuck Desirée on camera any more.”
Suddenly Cleo makes a shift, becomes petulant Desirée. “Roy only wanted Cleo, she’s the one he loved. What pissed me off was that all my scenes played in the worst locations. On
End Of The World
, we shot on the rim of a volcano. Sharp lava and sulfur fumes did not turn me on. Roy was a sadist.” She pulls down her shorts, shows Pete her thigh.
“That scar looks like an infinity sign.”
“Carlos loved my scar.”
“ Can I kiss it?”
“I want to work.” She’s back in Cleo mode, pulling up her shorts and pouring the lemonade. “Meyer lemons grew in Carlos’ backyard.”
“How did you meet him?”
“In Maui, Carlos was staying in a villa on the beach. He didn’t come on strong, he was very polite, cooked me dinner, his grandmother’s recipes.”
“You had no idea who he was?”
“There were bodyguards so I knew he was somebody important.”
“Did he know who you were?”
“Turns out it wasn’t a chance meeting. He had seen all of my films and hired a detective to find me.”
“Wasn’t that creepy?”
“Carlos always treated me with respect.”
“When did you become lovers?”
Another shift, Cleo becomes Desirée. “When I’m shooting, I don’t fuck offscreen. I save everything for the camera. Anyway, I was hardly speaking to Roy, Carlos was very angry about how he treated me. Roy is a very intimidating person, he’s been pumping iron since he was a teenager. Carlos put the muzzle of his gun in Roy’s ear. He pissed his pants.”
“You went off with a narco?”
“Desirée was a thrill seeker.” Cleo is back. “Mexico fascinated me.”
“Carlos Esparza was a stone cold killer.”
“He was brutally honest about himself. Drugs were his business and in his business people got killed. But Carlos wanted to end the drug wars. He had a plan to organize the cartels into a syndicate, make
“My novel was a long time ago.”
“Go on, go on.”
Cleo continues with intensity. “The con has a dark past, gets involved with the daredevil’s wife who reminds him of another woman. The story becomes a love triangle.”
Ingrid elbows Pete knowingly. “Very Icelandic.”
“Ends badly.” Pete says.
“I can’t wait to read it.”
“Long out of print.”
I’ll find it on the Internet. Maybe I’ll translate it into Icelandic.”
Back at the Streamside after exchanging email addresses and phone numbers and promising to stay in touch, Pete hugs Ingrid warmly.
“Christmas, we all go to Iceland for big family reunion. Bring your girlfriend.” More hugs all around.
Pete lets Dicey out to stretch her legs. The dog runs in wide happy circles, wants to play. Pete picks up a stick and throws it into the swimming hole. The dog jumps in after it. “You should do PR,” he says to Cleo. “The way you condensed the story was better than I ever could.”
“That’s why we’re a good team.” She kisses him. “Why do you think your book ends badly? The con finds salvation sacrificing his life so the daredevil can fulfill his dream.”
“I invented that, in real-life the daredevil threatened to kill the con because he thought the con fucked his wife. The con killed the daredevil first. He died in Sing Sing.”
“Your ending is way better.”
“Very Icelandic, right?” Dicey comes out of the water with the stick, drops it at Pete’s feet and shakes the water off her silky coat, drenching them.
The dog curls up on the floor. The recorder is on and there’s a pitcher of fresh squeezed lemonade. Cleo lies on the chaise as usual. “When I got out of rehab, Desirée went back to work for Roy. She was one of three girls who traveled to exotic places and had adventures. Supposedly they were looking for true love, but Desirée only found hard sex. Roy directed the films. His signature was acrobatic fucking in spectacular places. Occasionally he did a cameo but wouldn’t fuck Desirée on camera any more.”
Suddenly Cleo makes a shift, becomes petulant Desirée. “Roy only wanted Cleo, she’s the one he loved. What pissed me off was that all my scenes played in the worst locations. On
End Of The World
, we shot on the rim of a volcano. Sharp lava and sulfur fumes did not turn me on. Roy was a sadist.” She pulls down her shorts, shows Pete her thigh.
“That scar looks like an infinity sign.”
“Carlos loved my scar.”
“ Can I kiss it?”
“I want to work.” She’s back in Cleo mode, pulling up her shorts and pouring the lemonade. “Meyer lemons grew in Carlos’ backyard.”
“How did you meet him?”
“In Maui, Carlos was staying in a villa on the beach. He didn’t come on strong, he was very polite, cooked me dinner, his grandmother’s recipes.”
“You had no idea who he was?”
“There were bodyguards so I knew he was somebody important.”
“Did he know who you were?”
“Turns out it wasn’t a chance meeting. He had seen all of my films and hired a detective to find me.”
“Wasn’t that creepy?”
“Carlos always treated me with respect.”
“When did you become lovers?”
Another shift, Cleo becomes Desirée. “When I’m shooting, I don’t fuck offscreen. I save everything for the camera. Anyway, I was hardly speaking to Roy, Carlos was very angry about how he treated me. Roy is a very intimidating person, he’s been pumping iron since he was a teenager. Carlos put the muzzle of his gun in Roy’s ear. He pissed his pants.”
“You went off with a narco?”
“Desirée was a thrill seeker.” Cleo is back. “Mexico fascinated me.”
“Carlos Esparza was a stone cold killer.”
“He was brutally honest about himself. Drugs were his business and in his business people got killed. But Carlos wanted to end the drug wars. He had a plan to organize the cartels into a syndicate, make
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