Fear 3

I am not a hedonist, at least not that much. However, i do enjoy a dreamlike sight, like stockings beautifully wrapped around long, smooth, white skinned legs. When such a wonderful creation belongs to a body able to make a priest commit sin in public, and joined by eyes as deep as the universe and hair as red as the sunset, then i fall in love. Of course i'm not a priest, so i talk to such an angelical being, only to find out that her brain might as well have Creutzfeldt-jakob disease.
Lucky me, since that makes my job a lot easier. We go to a motel, start the eternal ritual of satisfying our needs to have as much fun as possible before we die, then when its all over, i step out in the balcony, have a cigar on the outside (since she told me she doesn't smoke), have a cup of coffee and go back in the room to drug her, dress her (i'm not risking her being raped by my associates) and call the guys who will actually kidnap her.

It had to be done. No one should ever trust another human being, even if you have sex with her. Mistake, especially the ones you have sex with.

By the end of the day we are in a shelter on the former Mexican-USA border, waiting for transport, feeding the girl, and calling his father (a major directive in IBM), compelling him to drop his current project (wich no one with my rank knows) and trying to get enough money to survive for a few weeks.

My life has become a routine, just like it was before He left. I guess we have huge skills in adapting to everything. Even to a lack of God or even to our own kind.