After the morphine shot was given at 10:45 pm, there wasn't much to do around the Vanderworth mansion. While my elderly wife lay hooked to machines and dreaming Bosch-like scenes in an opiate induced slumber, I walked through the dark oak hallways. Sure, there was always the usual to do. Having blazed through the slightly water-damaged but nonetheless admirable library in my first months here, I could always pick up a favorite. Machiavelli with a neat glass of scotch and a cigar by the fireplace, perhaps. Always a possibility. Of course, if I felt the need for recreation, I could always head up to the roof and practice my golf swing into the murky river surrounding our fair city. I stopped in the moonlit hallway to look at the balcony above. Why in the world didn't I just push the old bitty down the stairs?
fap, shuffle, fap, shuffle, fap, shuffle
I smirk. Someone's getting of a late shift. She's no doubt squeezed her gunboat feet out of those ridiculous orthopedic shoes and put on her flip-flops. Yes, the ones with the rhinestones. The ones that cost at least fifty dollars but she just HAD to have them.
"Oh, Lex! Aren't they the cute-test?"
Yes, I remember those. Funny thing about those shoes, you could hear them with a 50-meter radius. I move over out of the moonlight into one of the more shadowed recesses of the granite entryway. Here she comes. I can't help but smile as I watch her. Head down, fists clenched, fapping and shuffling her way back to the servants' quarters. I have no idea why she complains. It is better than the filth she was living in when I first found her. She was lucky to get a can of tuna out of that mongoloid pimp that caked on the makeup to hide the bruises and dressed her in various animal print outfits that looked painted on. Of course, it was that little zebra number that first attracted me to her. Then I spoke with her. Ignorant, yes, but she had a simple charm that I liked. I would never have to impress Kitty with my knowledge or wow her with my intellect. She was happy with the sandwich and coffee I bought her as I listened to her life story, which I could have wrote without even speaking to her. Small town girl, no family, in the big city, trying to make a living. Paying off that stoned ape that claimed her was no trouble. She offered to cook and clean, didn't she? I'm just making sure she holds up her end of the bargain. To think, I had actually thought about paying her for sex. It makes me laugh now, but honestly, she's quite alluring. Even in her maid outfit with the doily for a hat. That maid outfit…hmmm. I think she shrunk some of her own clothes, now that I remember it. Damn woman can't wash to save her life. She was dusting in the parlor, perched on a stool trying to reach some gilded monstrosity that passes for art. Her black dress was ridding up her thigh just a bit and her top button had popped open, exposing her black lace brazier. It really was quite striking on her skin. That is why I bought the damn thing in the first place. Although I had never gotten a good look at what I had gotten for my money…..
I smile. Perhaps tonight is the night that I get a good look. A good long look at what I had bought and paid for.