(Las Vegas, 10/4/64)
Janice was in. Wayne Senior was out. Wayne paced his room. Wayne groomed and primped.
He saw Pete at Tiger. They talked an hour back. Pete worked on him. Pete hit him up.
You’re a chemist. Let’s go to Vietnam. You’ll cook heroin. We’ll work covert ops.
He said yes. It felt logical. It felt wholly right.
Wayne shaved. Wayne combed his hair. Wayne dabbed a razor cut. Ward slammed him—four nights back—Ward fucked him way up.
He tracked Ward’s logic. He improvised. Wayne Senior ran snitches. Wayne Senior thus ran Maynard Moore. Thus he was in on the hit.
Ward left blank spots. Wayne improvised. Wayne Senior dumped his late snitch files. Wayne Senior ran Maynard Moore then.
Wayne brushed his hair. His hand jerked. He dropped the brush. It hit the floor and shattered.
Wayne walked outside. It was windy. It was hot. It was dark.
There—her room/her light.
Wayne walked inside. The hi-fi was on. Cool jazz or some such shit—matched horns discordant.
He turned it off. He tracked the light. He walked over. Janice was changing clothes. Janice saw him—bam—like that.
She dropped her robe. She kicked off her golf cleats. She pulled off her bra and golf shift.
He walked up. He touched her. She pulled his shirt off. She pulled down his pants.
He grabbed her. He tried to kiss her. She slid away. She knelt down. She put his cock in her mouth.
He got hard. He leaked. He got close. He grabbed her hair and pulled her mouth away.
She stepped back. She pulled off his pants. She tripped on his shoes. She sat on the floor. She balled up a skirt. She tucked it under her.
He got down. He ratched his knees. He spread her legs. He kissed her thighs. He kissed her hair and put his tongue in.
She trembled. She made funny sounds. He tasted her. He tasted her outside. He tasted her in.
She trembled. She made scared sounds. She grabbed his hair. She hurt him. She pulled his head up.
He jammed her knees out. He spread her full. She pulled him in. She squeezed a fit. She shut her eyes.
He squeezed her brows. He forced them back open. He put his face down. He keyed on her eyes. He saw green flecks he never saw before.
They moved. They got the fit. They found the sync. They held each other’s faces. They locked their eyes in.
He got close. He conjured shit up and held back. Janice buckled. Janice spasmed. Janice clamped her legs.
Wayne sweated. Wayne doused her eyes. She blinked it off. She kept her eyes locked.
A door opened. A door shut. A shadow crossed the light.
Janice buckled. Janice started to cry. Wayne got close. Wayne let go. Wayne shut his eyes.
Janice wiped off her tears. Janice kissed her fingers. Janice put them in his mouth.
They got in bed. They shut their eyes. They left the door open. They left the light on.
House sounds kicked in. Wayne heard Wayne Senior whistle. Wayne smelled Wayne Senior’s smoke.
He opened his eyes. His kissed Janice. She trembled. She kept her eyes shut.
Wayne got up. Wayne got dressed. Wayne walked to the bar. Bam—there’s Wayne Senior.
Wayne grabbed his stick. Wayne twirled it. Wayne did Daddy’s stock tricks.
Wayne said, “You shouldn’t have sent me to Dallas.”