Monday, April 7, 2008

The Sandwich pt2

OK Glenn, hold yourself together. You can do this…just don’t look at her eyes…or boobs. Don’t make eye contact or boob contact, and you’ll be fine. Just find out were you can get the Watercress from, and be on your way. Do not get pulled into her bullshit..
Glenn used the key she gave him to open the front door. Years ago she had given him a key that would get him into any home she owned all over the world. Because she showed such inhuman trust in him, he was forced to trust her. She’s in…yeah, upstairs. She likes to watch the sunset this time of day she’d be in the room with the big windows facing the west. He hoped that she didn’t know that he could never betray anyone who showed complete trust in him. It was something his dad taught him that he would never forget. Not that it was hard to remember, his dad never taught him much anyway. So now, he was psychologically oath bound to never betray Julia. H hated her for that.
“I hate you.”, he said as he entered the room. It was a big, decidedly un-Southern style living room. Giant Turkish rugs stretched across the maple wood floors, on which rested chairs and couches of the softest red crushed velvet money could buy. The curtains matched the chairs, of course; pulled to the side by golden ropes that matched the furniture’s gold trim. The room was dark now save for the light of the setting sun. There, silhouetted by the grandeur of the setting sun in the desert, was Julia. All he could see of her was her Coke-bottle curves and her long blond hair. She was 42, but she was by far the sexiest woman he had ever come across. A part of the him was sure that that she was the sexiest woman he would ever see.
“Most people say hello when they enter a room. But not my Glenn, he’s always been different.”
“You know why I hate you. Why do you trust me so much? How are you so sure I won’t kill you and take everything you have?”
She turned from the window and walked towards him. A floor length deep blue evening gown stretched perfectly across her disruptively large breasts. It then fell lazily around her similarly disruptive hips, just stopping short of her perfectly manicured toes. Intricately woven silver roses circled the chest and hips of the dress, drawing more attention to two areas that already needed no introduction.
“I trust you so much because I know you could never betray someone who shows complete, unconditional trust in you.” Fuck, he thought.
“I have the additional comfort of knowing that if you did anything to hurt me, you would have my psychotic father, my four bloodthirsty brothers, and their near limitless monetary resources hunting you down. You know that.”
“Oh yeah”, Glenn retorted. “Well, what did you drag me all the way out here for? You know I hate this state.” Glenn poured himself another drink and sat down. Julia only drank the finest red wine, and he mad sure to mooch as much of it as possible when he was around her.
“Glenn dear, I have to be in Houston sometimes to run the family oil business, now don’t I?” Glenn suddenly remembered all of the oil wells he saw on the way in. “And I can’t maintain the fabulously opulent lifestyle you’ve grown accustomed t if I’m suddenly not the CEO of a Fortune 500 company, can I?”. Glenn also suddenly remembered that she was CEO of Hendrickson Oil, just one small branch of Old Man Hendrickson’s vast multinational corporation. He was losing…badly; he blindly fumbled for a new tactic. Just as he was about to respond she stepped out of the sun’s shadow, and he saw her in all of her glory…glorious silver roses.
“And if I had no money I wouldn’t be able to keep you immersed in that wonderful you’ve been drinking like a fish.” Glenn, suddenly self-conscious about his drinking, hurriedly swallowed the last bit of wine in his glass and set it down. Dammit, I’m a grown-ass man, he thought, this bitch can’t just verbally disarm me like this…
“All of which you are more than well aware of.” Glenn regrouped for a counterattack. “Well Daisy Mae, if that’s your story then why don’t you-all have a Texas accent?” He reclined triumphantly into his red velvet chair. “I’ve never heard you talk with one.” She sat opposite him, the slit in the side of her dress unveiling her long, long legs the same way the Louvre would unveil a never before seen Michaelangelo sculpture. “Weell, silly, Big Daddy sent all us chilluns to some fancy speech therapy center in Dallas when we’all was young.” Glenn became very good at spotting fake accents in his travels around the world; this was not one of them. “He said it made us sound like some backwater hicks when alla his rich European friends came over to bowl. Did you know that we had to wear our stupid compny colors all the daggone time, till ah was eight-teen? Thas wah I never wear red and gold anymore…ever.” She leaned forward, exposing far more cleavage than was psychologically healthy for Glenn. Dropping the drawl as casually as she had pickled it up, she said, “besides, red is such a Hot, Fiery color…Gold too, it symbolizes the sun you know. I’m much more a cool, Water, Moon type of person, don’t you think?”
A small bead of sweat appeared on Glenn’s forehead. She leaned back in her chair just as the last bits of light retreated over the horizon. “Not to sound pompous but I think I’m best lit by a Full Moon. Oh you’re sweating, should I turn up the AC?”
Glenn desperately wanted another glass or six of wine. He remembered why he had sworn to himself to never engage in a battle of wits with Julia. Most of the time he felt completely outgunned, and sometimes, such as now, he felt completely unarmed. He poured himself another glass of wine and sunk, dejectedly, further into his chair. “Are you done?” he sighed.
Julia’s deep brown eyes sparkled in the now softly lit room, a grin forcing itself onto her lips. “Oh, I’m quat spent darhlin. Do you want to chitchat some more or are you ready to talk shop?”
Glen pulled a tattered, folded up copy of the Recipe from his back pants pocket and placed it on the coffee table between them. “Watercress. What the fuck is watercress and where can I get it?”
Julia leaned forward to examine the paper he produced, again decimating Glenn’s concentration and composure. She squinted at the paper and then looked at him, “your pants did a number this copy, I have to get the original.” She got up and walked over to a large framed picture of a pack of large black wolves charging through the snow. Glenn valiantly tried to avert his eyes, but the silver roses on her behind hypnotized him. They swung to and fro like a field of wildflowers being gently rocked back and worth to sleep by a warm summer breeze. He saw himself climbing blue mountains covered in silver roses, happy, free, satisfied
“GlennGlenn!” Glenn snapped out of his revelry to see Julia trying hard to hide her amusement. “What page is that again?” Glenn hurriedly looked down at the paper to hid his rapidly reddening face, “Twenty-fouryeah, 24.” She smiled again and returned to the table with one of the original pages of the recipe, preserved in four inches of bulletproof Mylar. “Now, y’all didn’t sneak a peek at the combanation did you?” Glenn picked up the page and studied it. “Please. Your old man’s a pervert, I can guess what it is 36-24-36.”
“42-34-40. If you really knew mah daddy you’d know that he liked his women healthy. Now I rememberthis ingredient is the Blessed Watercress of Machu Pichu.”
“Macho Pikachu? What the hell is that?” Julia moved her finger along the ancient text. For all of his bitching and aggravation, Glenn knew that Julia was an indispensable resource, in more ways than one. She may look like a dumb, blond bimbo, he thought, but she’s the only one who knows how to read all of the various dead languages the recipe is written in.
“In the Andes Mountains there’s a ancient city where a rare species of watercress grows. That’s what we need.”
Glenn relaxed a little now that they had left the minefield of interracial relationships and were talking business. “Ok. So what do I have to do, climb a mountain, BASE jump from a chopper? And if so, bungee cord or parachute?” Julia smiled as she studied the page, “none of the above sweetness. All you have to do is drive downtown and pick it up. I found out that somebody already did all of the hard work for us. All you have to do is break into a UPS office downtown and steal it.” Glenn gave her his “I don’t trust you at all” look. She knew it quite well.
Yeah fuckin right. If it’s really that rare and valuable there’s probably something amounting to a small army guarding it. Glenn got over his self-consciousness and poured himself another glass of wine. “And why didn’t it just get shipped to where it was going directly instead of sitting in some brown-boy’s lap all night?”
Julia gave him a stern look, finally becoming exasperated with his constant second-guessing. “Look, I found out about the shipment when I was looking into getting some for us. I blocked up the office it was being shipped through with Hendrickson business so the watercress would get held up. That name carries a hell of a lot of weight in Texas. And there shouldn’t be too much security. I even know where the damn box is in the warehouse. All of this has cost me a lot of time, effort and money. Plus I have to go out on a date with a UPS manager. Daddy’ll shit a pig when he hears about thatand he will.” Glenn didn’t feel any better about the assignment, but he did relax for three reasons: 1. It did sound like an easy job, 2. She had put in as much effort on this as he would have to, and 3. He had finally gotten under her skin. “Ok fine, I believe you. Now when do I go in?”
She stood up and stretched, arching her back dramatically. The initial shock had worn off, but the grandeur and majesty of her breasts still made him feel small and insignificant in comparison. “Five AM. It’s two hours before shift change, and the night crew usually starts goofin off then. You should go get some sleep. I have to study this page some morewe’re so close, I don’t want to make any mistakes when we have to prepare the spice and put it between the mustard and marmoset loaf.” Glenn had to admit that he was pretty tired. The drive to Houston was long and arduous, and all of the wine he had drank was catching up to hi the same way a train catches up to someone tied to its tracks. When it hit him, it would have a similar effect. So he went to his roomhe always had a room in her houses, another little piece of trivia he was sure an assassin would use against him some day. As he was leaving the room, Julia said, “I’ll wake you up around 3 so that you can get ready.” “Wake me with a blow job?” Glenn said in his most locker-room tone. “Only in your most recurring dreams” Julia replied, “now get to bed cowboy, you’ve got a long day ahead of you.” Julia listened to Glenn stumble down the hall, and put her feat up on the coffee table. Her body relaxed like a flower unfurling to welcome the morning sun. Bringing Glenn’s libido to a low boil with nothing but beginner’s flirting alone took a lot of effort. She knew he wanted herthat much was painfully obvious. But what she could not figure out for the life of her was whether he loved her. She loved him for certain, but she could not do or say anything to him until she was sure. Her mind and her heart would abide nothing less than absolute certainty.

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