Part 9: Hypnotizing 101
Two weeks later, Odin sits with his glasses on the table of the booth, staring into a cup of coffee, studying the clouds that the creamer made. His arms are sitting under the table, as he studies the coffee. He is thinking about murder; how he can satisfy his need to watch people die, especially certain people, but not get instantly linked to it. He wrote a letter to Charlie Manson last week, but has yet to get a reply. He hears someone approach him.
"Philip Nichols?" A soft feminine voice asks him, standing at the edge of the booth.
He looks up, seeing a black leather mini skirt and nice tan legs at the edge of the booth. His eyes travel farther up to a two large flotation devices squeezed into a sheer tight red blouse, and a graceful neck, and a familiar face, framed by California beach blond hair. He gives her a Bogart smile. "Morgan Richards, how nice to see you." He isn't quite sure if the first name is right, but he does know she is one of the Richards twins who went to his high school. How odd that she is here in Orlando. But considering it is not that far away from Georgia.
"Actually it is Marilyn, Morgan is my sister. People are always confusing us though." She gives him a sweet smile. "Can I join you?"
"Sure." He makes sure to keep his voice somewhat soft to make her strain to hear every word. He figures unlike in high school, where she was the cheerleader, and he was the geek, he has the power, even though it has only been a few months since they graduated. He doesn't mind the presence of a beautiful woman.
"I never noticed how handsome you look without your glasses." She comments sliding across from him in the booth. "Can you still see?"
"I'm not blind, just a bit of myopia." He gives her a soft smile. He is hatching a plan; this chance meeting may come in handy.
She stares at him, unsure what he said.
He chuckles. "Near-sighted." He says with a conman smile, and then slips his glasses on his face. They are a newer pair than the ones he had been wearing with thinner frames, not exactly the almost transparent ones that he longs for but close enough for now. He had bought them a few days ago with some money he had found in Melinda's suitcases. He put them on to see if there is anyone else from his old school he didn't know in the diner. He would hate for this to be some kind of joke. "So, what brings you to the sunny state?" He smiles again.
"I was going to UCF, but I dropped out, and I am going to try to work at Disney, be one of the characters. I think I would be a shoe in to play Cinderella, or sleeping beauty." She gives him a soft smile. "I can't believe you are here, I always thought you would go to MIT or something." Her voice had dropped to a sort of whisper. "I always had a crush on you, but I was so worried about the cliché system I felt scared to talk to you. You have always had this secret allure."
A grin spreads on his face. He has sufficiently scanned the place and notices it is only her. He moves his arms back under the table. "Hmm…that is interesting." He wonders if he should dare to do what he is thinking. "I work at Disney, you know, I am one of the construction workers at the Polynesian." There is almost a purr in his voice.
"Really?" Her eyes widen a little. "Wow!"
"I might be able to get you a job as one of the characters." The purr continues in his voice, and his blue eyes stay locked with hers. He slides his hand till it is to her knee, and begins to massage it under the table.
"You would do that." She says, moving her leg slightly so that he can move his hand up a little farther. She is mesmerized by his eyes, how they stay trained on her, never blinking.
He doesn't say anything just moves his hand where he can brush her underwear slightly. He pauses to see if she is going to slap him.
"Can I see your apartment?" She says, raising an eyebrow.
He smiles. "Let's go." He reaches into his pocket throwing some money on the table, and then slides out of the booth.
She does the same, and he throws an arm around her waist, and they walk out of the restaurant.