He who searches in the night
The nights were unpleasantly cold this year, even though it still was far away from being winter. An ill omen, the people were already whispering of a curse from the white lady. Of course this was utter bullshit and I didn´t even waste my precious brains on something so trivial and boorish! I still had not found Lin, even though I´ve already spent twentyone evenings in the streets of Republic City. Of course I was no idiot, so I had bought torn and rugged robes from a hobo. They reminded me on my rather miserable childhood, something I did not particularly like. Also I had obtained a rusty, makeshift dagger which I hid beyond said robes. I didn´t want to stick out as the rich guy to begin with, because that definitely led to problems with the local thugs. Me inquiring all across the dragonflats still had been suspicious enough. Much to my surprise I had found out that Chief Bei Fong had been drinking in some quite suspicious looking black bars the night before her murder, which I of course could not enter in my current garb.
Since I was shivering quite badly I dug my clam fingers deeper in the dirt staring sleeves and walked on in the typical, slouching and deliberately slow manner of an expierienced street dweller who had given up on success many years ago. The streets were quite busy, even if a cold, damp fog was moving through the dragonflats. Most people were quite young, since the old didn´t move out into the night if they could avoid it. Even my bones noticed the ugly wheater and I was nothing short of being in my thirties if we ignored a couple of wrinkles and some grey hairs in my beard. The teenagers of course did not even think about staying indoors. Even though they were shivering nothing seemed more fun than hanging out on street corners while sporting cord wrapped Soju-bottles to fight the cold. „Eh... look at that dog! Isn´t that your dad Chan?" some boy yelled while throwing a pebble in my direction. It harmlessly bounced off the street in front of my feet. The crowd of young people was laughing, except one of the boys. The blurting kid was one of the worst lot – a rich, good for nothing snob who thought it a great idea to play the tough ass ganger! He was dressed expensively, even wearing an ornamented battle-axe in his sash. The fact that he could get imprisoned for ten years if he got caught wasn´t fazing him at all.
I just hurried onwards – I was not in the mood to get clobbered to infirmary, or putting a dagger in somebodies innards. „Ha.. Look that ol fart is pissing his pants. Ehy you...Asshole!" he yelled demanding. „Aren´t you the creep that´s asking bout that Bei Fong Bitch?" He sneered. People started whispering at once. Damn – that wasn´t going as planned. I still walked on since I had no intention of creating trouble – Sokka would´ve been very displeased with my honorless behavior. I still remembered a time where such humiliations were quite ususal. „Ya know – that bitch was so roaring drunk she didn´t even notice some kids stealing her badge." the kid laughed while waving a golden badge around. This bloody little prick! I halted. „So ya´re buying some kinda copper badge? Damn waste o money for someone not workin fer some rich fart." I responded in the slurred slang of the poor. After all I had already answered some, physically enhanced, questions from some triad enforcers. I still was sporting a black eye, a split lip as well as a slightly crooked, bluish nose from last week.
Luckily Sokka had not seen my pitiable yelping – but I had to play a role, since I would a lways obey the first law of shangyang if it was possible. I tapped towards the kids. „Ugh..Tarro – why are you calling this lousy goat fucker over here." one girl whined while playing with the rich boys chest. The kid took a deep gulp of Soju while staggering around quite a lot. The boy, who was sporting some akne scars, as well as reddish eyes was quite big for his age. He waved the batch in front of my nose – it indeed was Lin´s. „So, whaddaya wan from a poor sap young Master?" I asked him humbly, while staring at my feet. I never was someone whose eyes were humble in the first place. This had earned me a lot of trouble in my youth, my dear readers. „Ah – see this thing knows it´s place." he sneered. „You could cut something off from that Chang." he shoved one of his loons away, the streetkid was glinting at the rich boy with barely suppressed fury. „At first I wanna know why you ol fuckwad are nosing about that bitch Bei Fong." he patted his battle axe. „Y´know as a man of Rep I need ta have ta know what ma hoods doin." the kid blurted. His hood – hmh – I guessed he would not dare to say this to some terra aspirants face. But since I was just a beat up looking poor sap he of course was radiating bravado. „Cause I get money fer it? Some rich fancy pants guy seems ta believe in some conspiracy crap." I shrugged. „Was one o this journalist fuckwads." I spit on the ground. The kid gripped my collar with both hands and leaned close. „Don´t cha dare ta fuck with me motherfucker." He sneered. I just snorted annoyed. „Not again. First tha terras, now ya – what´s so intersting bout some fuckwads searchin fer a dead woman?" I whined quite outhentic. Of course it was of high importance for republics underbelly to find out if Lin was alive or not.
Ping had been appointed Chief on trial after all, and this was bad news since suddendly a lot of people were doing their job again. And this was due to the simple fact that Ping had revived the old ways as he stated. He had talked with corrupt cops and ensured them that he wouldn´t meddle in their businesses as long as they kept order and didn´t turn blind eyes on real crimes – like slave trade, murder or rape. The boy shoved me away, I tumbled backwards like an old hobo would. He laughed. „Eh Chang – clobber the asshole." he blurted and held out his battleaxe towards his underling who took it in his hands dumbfounded. The people which had been passing by with quite suspicious glances before now were hurrying back into the protective staircases of their houses. Without a doubt somebody would call the local gang about this – some drunken rich kid could not start messing up people in the streets like that.
The girls were giggling a bit too shrill and his pals looked as if the had eaten some unripe plumatos. Still nobody dared to intefere with the drugged maniac. Yeah – this lil fucker was higher than heaven! „Whoa...I´m outta here sirs, no need to beat me!" I yelled while running off. But this little twerp was not willing to let it go. „You fucked whoreson can´t do anything cantcha!" he yelled enraged and shoved one of his girls away. He then gripped the battleaxe, tore it out of Changs hands and started charging at me. Now I started running for real as my world turned crystal clear. I would not mess with a drugged, axe wielding madman! It was suprising hof fast the staggering kid was. People had started screaming while I felt somehow surreal. I ran until my opponent should have gotten used to me fleeing, I even zigzagged around some corners until I decided to blast the kid out of his shoes – he could get ideas like throwing his axe!
And that could end quite ugly if I was unlucky. My feet loudly collided with the cobblestones as I skitted to halt quite suddenly and struck with a spinning motion. Air hissed in an arclike shape and I noticed that nobody was behind me anymore. There was just an old man who spit over his left shoulder and made a triangle to fend off the evil. I felt quite sheepish, but better safe then sorry! Cold sweat as well as water were dampening me and sucked the warmth out of my bones. I was quite sure that I would have a cold tomorrow, not even a hot bath would prevent that. Furthermore I did not have the money for visiting a bathhouse and using a tin tub wasn´t very comfortable, especially if you had to carry up the water bucket by bucket before heating it. Since I tried to minimize the damage I continued to jog homewards, even if people looked at me as if I was walking on my hands. I really had to find Lin sometime soon because I could feel that my body would not take much more of these intense nightly strolls.I had a quite demanding job to do during daylight. Lao was worrying about me and vividly told me about the drastic effect the consumption of illegal narcotics had on ones body, while my daughter was telling me again and again that I should go to Lin´s grave and accept she was gone. Like hell I would! I had broken the promise I gave a dying man once, I wouldn´t break it twice!
Still I felt torn, the possiblity that Lin was gone grew by day, also she could simply have left the city in the meantime. That would have been the smart thing to do in her shoes and if I had been Lin Bei Fong I would have run off to Miyako decades ago! Miyako, the city of steam engines and war machines had turned to the cultural and artistic center of the world over the last thrity years. After all there never had been a patron of the liberal arts like firelord Zuko! I was running in circles, Buffalo Flats, dragon Flats, harbor district – Lin was nowhere to be found! Since the fleshmarket was a wet´s only place I didn´t need to look there because not even Lin would be insane enough to go there. And if she had gone there was nothing I could do anymore. There were unshed tears simmering behind my eyes as if felt the rage of the helpless. „Fuck." I hissed and walked on. I just walked and walked until my fury was gone. I was cold to the core but I still was not finished since there was one place where I had not dared to look up till now. The spirit forest! Even the lone thought of this place made my skin crawl but I could not avoid it forever. Tomorrow I would definitely go there because in the dark I of course would not be able to find anything in this mysterious place. So I dragged myself on, I was quite startled as I arrived in front of a shabby looking building I remembered from my non voluntary parties with Bumi. It was the place where we had started, the Elderberry, which actually was Lau Mi´s tattoo studio. There still was light burning. I hadn´t seen the eccentric artist since the second day after Bumis death. She had thrown a tattoo machine at me, and some vases. The woman obviously had been head over heels for Bumi and my goofy idiot of a brother hadn´t even realized it.
I shook my head and stared at the large window. Since the studio was located in a somewhat respectable neighborhood close to the republic city academy of sciences the rugged charme of the building seemed quite out of place. I was staring at the large window which enabled one to look inside the studio that sported the usual chaos typical for true artisans. How one could live in such a mess was beyond my comprehension, but was startled me the most was the fact that the gas lamps still were burning. A wooden ladder led upwards into a second floor where Lau Mi´s living area was located. Why she needed a more than twelve feet tall working place also was unexplainable. Still she insisted she needed the space! The artisan herself was not to be seen, which most likely was due to the long yellow and red curtains that restrained my field of view. Even though my bare toes felt as if they were turning into icicles I wasn´t going home. I had no idea if I should go in there and finish things with the woman. Also it was so gods damned cold that even being yelled at in the warmth seemed like an excellent alternative to walking home for another few hours. I sniffed since my nose was running furiously.
My hand touched the cold brass knob and exertetd a soft pressure. I was startled as the door actually opened and some kind of mobile rung in a high pitched tone. !Y-Yes? Who´s there?" I heard Lau Mis voice, I could hear a hint of fear in it. I just walked in, the warmth almost mady me dizzy. Just how much coal did this woman shovel in her innocent looking oven? Still I had no idea what I should say, which meant I stayed silent. „Who´s there – I – I swear I´ll yell half the town to rubble if you´re not getting out! I – I´m armed and dangerous!" Lau me yelled from the upper floor. As she approached the wooden railing I gasped. The woman was naked, except for her head on which a huge looking stocking cap was resting, the plushy white ponpon dangling against her breasts. She also was holding a small cast iron shovel in her hands. „Erm...Why´re you wearing that hat?" I asked astonished and in a rather small sounding voice. „Who are you... don´t come any closer!" she rose her shovel even though she was standing quite the distance away from me. „Calm down. I´ll leave if you want. I – just..." well what did I just want to do? Was I going to apologize for Bumis death? That was ridiculous, also I didn´t know what it felt like to loose your loved one because some people burned his face off. To not be invited to his funeral also was quite the bonus. I just hung my head. „Lee?" the woman looked quite startled. „Yes." I responded while I was staring at the tattoing chair quite intensely. I felt like the most retarded retard in all of Republic city right now. What the hell was I doing to me and to this woman?
She put down the shovel and kicked some boxes away with her bare foot, obviously being naked was something perfectly natural for her. Lau Mi was a walking rainbow – there barely could be seen more than a span of non colored skin on her upper body, her legs, and butt also were covered with strange, psychedelic looking things that most likely were spirits. I politely turned my gaze away as she searched something to dress. Finally she had found a red dressing gown that covered her more private parts almost properly. „So what´re you - oh spirits, you´re looking terrible." she exclaimed and hurried down the ladder with a speed that should be humanly impossible. Terrible? Well I didn´t feel crispy but terrible was quite the overstatement in my opinion. „Ugh.." she uttered a noise of rejection. „You´re stinking worse than my sisters coonie!" she stared at my robes with pity in her eyes.
„I thought you´ve got a daughter Lee – live has to go on." the woman responded witth tears in her eyes. I gulped hard. „Crrm... that´s just a disguíse, I´m searching for Lin." I responded with a desperate sigh. She stopped in her tracks. Grabbed my arm and dragged me towards the chair where I sunk down feeling sleepy and exhausted. „You´re quite beat up, you´ve dark rings under your eyes...Lee – Chief Bei Fong is dead..." she was gulping dryly, I was treated like a stubborn child. I stared into nothingness. Her words were like needles, I didn´t want to have lost the last friend of my youth, too. „Tenzin said somebody else was burnt in her office." I responded like a child that clung to a strand of hair. „Are you sure he said that? Are you sure you´ve even spoken with Tenzin?" she asked me sceptical. Well I did look like a homeless man who had lost his reason, I´ve spent a month of hard work to look like that. „Yes, I did." I responded and gulped. My feet were tingling painfully as the warmth of life returned into them. I sniffed since my nose still was running like crazy. Lau Mi was leaning close and sniffed. „You´re not drunk.." she responded surprised. I chuckled a humorless chuckle. „Booze didn´t help anybody. I´m not lying Lau Mi – Tenzin said that the woman found dead in Chief Bei Fongs office wasn´t Lin. Of course that doesn´t mean she has to be alive." I responded while knacking my knuckles.
„But I´ve gotta believe she is – I – I don´t know what kinda wreck I´ll be if I – I don´t do anything I can!" a croaked. Lau Mi was looking older than I remembered, her eyes weren´t sparkling as brightly as before and her seductive smiles had lessened. „I don´t know how you must feel and I´m sad." I sighed. „But Boomer died saving people – I guess he´s content with that." I responded with a frog in my throath. Lau Mi turned away from me and hugged herself. „You´re an asshole." she responded in a hitching voice. „I´m cold." she stated and went to shove some more coals in the already blazing oven. „I know – I´m bad with women, I don´t even know why exactly I´m here." I responded while I was blushing furiously. Lau Mi stood there in silence. She was a strong woman, even if she was an artist. She really would have been good for Bumi, but that notorious little twerp of course had to get another woman in his vast collection instead. It was a felt eternity later, I was already dozing off, as her voice made me jolt upright in the soft, leather clad chair.
„Since you´re here already, let´s drink tea. A good tea makes the worries fly away – my granny always said so." she responded and climbed up the ladder. It felt good to have somebody there who could relate to you – Sokka of course could not understand me. I was truly grateful she couldn´t and actually I prayed she NEVER would understand what I felt like right now. „Are you working again?" I asked her, for artisans working was as important as breathing was for normal people. „Of course, how should I stand my days otherwise." she laughed bitterly „I don´t even are interested in sex right now – mostly because I´m afraid what happens when I´m giving it a go." she admitted silently. I grinned. Even ten years ago I would have stammered something inaudible to excuse myself but with age there came frankness. I could understand that quite well, it has been the same after Yumi died. Of course I had yearned for closeness and physical contact but the sole thought felt – bad.
„You should take the time you need Lau Mi, you don´t need to make it thirteen years like me though." I responded dryly. Lau Mi snorted. „Really? Come on Lee – with your looks? I´m no idiot." she frowned. What?! I just wasn´t some kind of floozy - fucking simply wasn´t that important for me, also I´ve had a little daughter! „Sokka was six as Yumi died, I couldn´t simply get myself another wife, not that I found a woman that interested me." I responded truly. She frowned. „Interested?" she obviously was quite startled. „Yeah – where´s the fun otherwise." I responded while she was setting down a tea pot on the oven. „So - I´m interesing?" she teased, I wrinkled my nose. „A tad – but you´re still too girly." I responded with a twinkle. Lau Mi giggled at a joke unknown for me, then here eyes turned sad . „I understand – so that´s your reason." she played with a bluish looking fingernail.
Obviously the artist still paid great attention to her looks, which was a good thing. „And – are you working Lee?" she asked me. I quipped a smile. „Of course – how should I get my rent paid otherwise. Selling the best homemade noodles of Rep Center, straight in front of the police headquarters." I responded in Shirou Shinobis sing-song voice. „That´s the reason I look so shitty – since I don´t get much sleep." I explained the obvious while my head turned foggier by the minute. „That´s good." she responded and frowned. „No matter what kind of disguise you think you´re wearing – you really should add some shoes." she chided me while eying my dirt staring feet. „Yes mommy." I responded, she frowned. „I´m no mommy!" she sounded quite indignated. Shortly afterwards the tea pot was piping. Where exactly Lau Mi found the two colorful cups was something I wouldn´t want to dig into.
The steaming Olong nevertheless was quite good. I took a short sip. We just sat there in silence. This time it was comfortable. „So you´re always up this late? I mean, your door was still unlocked – that´s dangerous!" I responded. Lau Mi blinked disturbed, she looked quite adorable. „Of course – it´s just the first hour after midnight. That´s my most productive time of the day!" she responded. I dropped my jaw. How could somebody be productive this late at night? She tugged on her cap. „Something else... just how did you come into the tattoo business? I mean – usually that´s the domain of grizzled old farts who sniff frograt shit on a daily basis." Lau Mi snorted. „Gods, you´re really hilarious Lee. When was the last time you went to a tattoo studio?" she asked. I shrugged „I guess that´s close to thirtyfive years." I scratched my head. „Well – the whole spiritual mumbo jumbo around tattoos has lessened a great deal in the republic. Of course there still are a lot of people who do not want to express their personality with my art but tribal connection or some political and religious stuff I´m not interested in." she responded.
I was quite surprised, had I really missed such an important trend? I´ve always been the tattoo gal guy even though Lau Mi overdid it even for my tastes. „I´ve had to pay the old man thrice the usual price for making a „wordly tattoo" as he phrased it." I responded while showing off the dragon on my upper arm. He still looked like a dragon even though he had become slightly thicker. Lau Mi looked at me with the eyes of a professional. „That´s good craftsmanship." she admitted. „If you ever feel the need for something else, I´d make you a good price." she offered. I licked my lips. „I don´t know what motive I would want. I´ve never had the time to give it a good thought. I´m wondering about your motives though – they´re so surreal." I admitted while pointing at her arm, where a green, red monster with huge teeth was devouring a cute little hippocow. „I try to show feelings to the people – unhindered by culture or tradition. That´s what I´m doing. Sadly most people just wanna get inked by me because I´m somewhat popular now. Actually I´ve always wanted to be a real artist, not just some needle swinging gal in a tiny atelier." she sighed.
„But in my youth I was too undisciplined, I thought society didn´t understand me – which it still doesn´t." she responded frustrated. „But I did protest too much and so I didn´t get any scholarships for the academy, I had to earn some money after leaving elementary school since my parents weren´t willing to support me anymore. Well - I´m not into whoring or obeying every whim of some old geezer in exchange for being able to study. So, I´ve had to cut life some slack. I learned the art from my uncle and took over his place as he died. That was in the Buffalo flats – it were hard years. Then I suddenly had the luck to get to know some quite popular hard tribal guys that liked my tattoos – and then I was making so much money I could move here." she waved her hands around.
I jerked awake after I had been dozing off for a second. „You really should take a bath Lee." Lau Mi responded. „If you´re sleeping in this dirty stuff – brr." the woman shuddered in disgust. I had to quip a grin. „That´s quite the generous outfit if I compare it to things I wore in my youth." I responded dryly, which made the artist cringe even more. „That´s no excuse!" she snapped. „You´re filthy and you´re at my place! So you´ll follow my rules." she reassured herself. „Follow me." she still had no intention of locking the door. We weren´t in some rural smalltown for Koh´s sake! „The door." I mentioned the obvious. I would´ve been quite nervous to leave my door open for more than a few minutes.
Lau Mi chuckled. „Geez Lee, we´re not in the dragon flats or such. Only students are living here, there isn´t much to steal. Furthermore the people here have an eye out for each other." she responded happily. „We´re like some kinda family here – a quite eccentric one but still – a family." she explained to me. I highly doubted that, but who was I to argue with her? I wasn´t living here, so I had no idea how the people were. „Well, I´m definitely locking my door once I´m home!" I stated. Then I climbed up the ladder before Lau Mi set a foot on it. I really didn´t need to get an attractive womans cunt in my field of view right now. The artisans flat was as disorderly as the atelier, and dimly lit by selfmade gas lamps. The colors were warm and dark, nothing like the colorful paintings in the tattoo studio. The furniture was quite expensive, the couch definitely was older than me and straightly imported from Ba Sing Se. „Somebody is filthy rich." I stated dryly as I encountered a painting of Irniq Arlacksson.
Even if it was a copy it was worth a small fortune. Lau mi stared at me. „Y-You know what that is?" she was baffled. „Of course, that´s a quite well made copy of Irniq Arlacksson´s rain over Ba Sing Se. One of his most autobiographic works – has to do with the tragic love of his life, a married woman." I sighed. „I´ve been friends with Len Bei Fong, so I´m quite well informed in everything that has to do with classic art." I responded dryly. Lau Mi´s face dropped. „Chief Bei Fong? Art? Are you kidding me Lee? That woman is some kind of – of – job incarnate. And she was behaving so manly." Lau Mi added. I frowned.
„She´s supposed to be that way, at least that´s what this brickhead has been thinking since childhood. Actually she always wanted to be an artisan, but since she´s a Bei Fong she just HAD to take up her mothers legacy, even though she really hated it. I mean, she was last of class in the police academy even though she´s always been an excellent student in school." I explained. „Also her mother really wasn´t interested in what her daughters did for a living, or if they did anything at all. She´s always said that she wanted them to „chase their mother-fucking dreams"" I cited the late Toph Bei Fong. Lau Mi shook her head in disbelief.
„And I always was disturbed when Bumi told stories containing TenTen and littly Linny." she admitted. „Without a doubt he made vomitting sounds all the time. But...urgh...they really DID write love poems to each other." I responded feeling rather queasy. Lau Me was making a quite frighening cooing sound. My hair rose – this woman was a dangerous entity! „How cute!" she squealed in delight. „So, make yourself at home Lee, I´ve some outlines to draw. Kids these days are so impatient it´s startling." she shook her head. „If they weren´t paying so well I´d kick them out of my business. Seriously – they expect me to whip up a perfect motive from their incomprehensive rambling. A motive that´ll look good in thirty years too, and on top of that I should do so in two days." she frowned. I smiled. „Tell me about customers – these pricks want to have their ramen ready at once, also they want to eat top quality meat, but please make it so cheap that it can rival the contents of a dumpster." I sighed. People these days really were disregarding good food.
These bloody flameo noodles should burn in hell! I eyed the couch closely, it was almost smiling at me. „Where´d you get this couch?" I asked the artisan who was prepairing a large piece of paper, brushes and paints in a well oiled routine. „I´ve ordered it from young couch maker, he´s founded his own company in the district. It was payment for an extensive amount of tattoos." she smiled. Indeed there always was a ton of new businesses in Republic City and I was wondering if it had become some kind of trend to create your own company. I seated myself on the furniture, it´s green velvet was soft and over all this thing was a damn fine couch that definitely was worth more than the entire content of my flats. While Lau Mi started humming a soft tune I dozed off as if a switch in my head had been flipped.
I suddenly jolted awake as the sun was shining into my sweaty face. I moved and noticed that I still was sitting in the chair. My whole body was hurting. He looked around. Lau Mi was sleeping in a huge bed that easily had enough space for three of four people – I guessed the poor furniture had expierienced such hard loading quite frequently. The artisan had curled herself up into a ball and was sleeping silently. I was shocked – already broad daylight and I wasn´t standing in front of my woks. Lao definitely would worry and lateron ramble at me. I really wasn´t looking forward to one of his talks. I then went into Lau Mis bathroom and cleaned myself for I indeed was stinking like a rabbiroo. Then I wrote a short note in which I thanked her for her hospitality and wished a productive day. It was impolite to wake up your host and so I simply left the house though the still open door. „Crazy bitch." I muttered under my breath, since I still couldn´t understand how somebody could not lock one´s door during the night! Then my feet carried me home rather swiftly. The exercise helped my soored muscles to loosen themselves up.
I then went upstairs to change into my business attire before prepairing the cart for half a day. As I returned to my flat I was wondering, since a Letter had been pinned to the door. It was looking quite expensive, with a brocate ornated envelope, the Bei Fong Seal and all. What the hell was that supposed to mean? I dragged the nail out of the door and hastily opened the letter, not caring that the seal broke. I opened the door and entered. Since I was to agitated to light some candles first I had to read in the dim light of my flat.
Dear Bei Gao Lee,
as an old friend of Bei Fong Lin you are invited to the funeral ceremony that will be held in the Bei Fong´s private graveyard in Zhao Fu on the twentysecond of the squirreltoad. You can used this letter to charter one of the airships of Bei Fong trading Inc. For bringing you to Zhau Fu. We´ll be happy to welcome you in our household for the time of the passing rites. If you want to contribute to the ceremony, please contact the organizer – Bei Fong Chin for details. We then can decide how we can include your passing words in the ceremony. We thank you for your sympathy and hope to see you soon.
Yours sincerely Bei Fong Chin
I simply tore the letter to shreds cursing. I was treated like some bloody business associate – not like a member of the family! So this was Su Yins petty revenge? Really? That was outright hilarious! Just because I had beaten the shit out of her bratty self and called her a criminal whore in the flash of a moment. Gods, that was more than twenty years down the yellow river! If she had grown up for a shim she would´ve been thankful for my actions that only proved I had tried to be the big brother she hadn´t had. After all she had BEEN a criminal whore, who had sex with anyone just to prove she could. Dammit that bitch even waited in MY bed – stark naked and with Ben Wa balls in her cunt! And as I politely declined the offer – ok, maybe I wasn´t polite – she stated that a poor streetrat like me couldn´t even afford a blowjob of her´s. I then totally went off the rails of course...
Still it hurt a bit. „Better get your gods damn job done Lee." I reminded myself and finally started the preparations.
Authors note: Here we go again. I´ve decided that I really should do more OCs in this fic. What´re your oppinions - are you interested in certain POV chapters? Any ideas about the further storyboard? I came here to nerd out hardcore - with other people so feel free to give your thoughts.
A nice day to all of you. Yours sincerely InTheHood (who sadly still isn´t a native speaker)