You Can Call Me Kitty

We slipped back into the motel room briefly and innocently enough at almost six in the evening. There was a slow fading sound from outside and all around the town. Most people were heading home for dinner and a nice long nap but not we. We were taking another appraisal of the situation that was quickly developing around us.

Vibrations from the room were becoming bizarre and the weirdness was absorbing through our skin and deeply into our souls. With a loud ring, the phone on the dresser began to come into motion with an archaic sound. Dirt reached for it before we could process the fact that not a soul would possibly know we were here. Vibrations intensified as I glared at Edwards who was paying no attention to the scene and was busy flipping through his duffle bag for some toiletries. He walked right past Dirt's newly animated spirit talking intently to the voice on the over end. Edwards just walked by him without a glance or care towards the bath leaving me alone with Dirt's smiling face and the implications that were bound to arise.

"See you shortly," Dirt pronounced amicably as he dropped the receiver back into its hook. I looked at him for a few moments in dismay as he stroked his face in the mirror above the dresser. Something was brewing in his mind that seemed quite perverse and unnatural. It was the kind of thought that brings the hairs on your arms to attention but it was nothing that some Beam chilling in the tiny motel refrigerator wouldn't remedy.

After a few seconds of admiring his handiwork, Dirt turned back toward me and smiled from ear to ear. "I bet you want to know what that was about?"

I gazed at him while adjusting the blinds to see if anything was happening in the parking lot. "Well, I'll tell you anyway," he laughed. "Remember that waitress from the Wedgie shop? She's not just a waitress." I walked over to the sofa and dropped down to light up a Dunhill and pulled the glass ashtray across the end table towards my vantage and waited for the story to continue.

"Her name's Kitty. Anyway, she and a few of her friends from her other job are going to stop by and party with us. So," Dirt smiled again like a child grabbing a cookie straight from the oven, "clean yourself up, brother. We're in for a wild one."

I sat there smoking and ashing for a few minutes as Dirt wandered into the adjoining room. I wondered for a long moment about the implications of it all and what was really going on in the Mountain State. Had we really gone this far and no one was going to stop us? It seemed inevitable that the hammer had fallen and the Great Magnet was blocking it from ever striking the tops of our heads. It was a revitalizing feeling.

I crookedly smashed the Dunhill into the tray and walked to the adjoining room. I walked past Dirt who was packing up a small pipe while sitting on the bed and grabbed my bag. Brief moments later, I heard a knocking from the door to the room where we left Edwards showering. The sound of giggling, loud "Hellos" and Dirt's deep laughter wafted under the door and peeked my interest. I quickly donned a Hawaiian shirt and walked out into the mix.

Before my eyes were three gorgeous women barely covered with enough fabric to make a bandana for an infant. They immediately ran over to give me hugs and introduce themselves as they entered the room. From the background I could hear Dirt saying, "That's my good friend Harley."

Their sounds mixed together in a sweet and intoxicating way that immediately put me at ease. I made sure my drink was intact and offered to fix the ladies something to abate their thirst. I was pouring Sex on the Beach into three mugs we had procured earlier from the Wedgie shop when Edwards walked out of the bath in a towel to investigate.