” I like that…it’s been a while since we talked…do you ever get lonely?”
“I’ve never really thought about it.”
“do you like to wear thongs?”
“I’d rather not say.”
“I want to be inside of you… y’know.”
“I don’t know how to respond to that.”
“Do you ever think of me taking you from behind like you’re my little bitch?”
“This is about you not me.”
“Tell me you want to fuck me. (breathing heavy)”
“I’d blush if I could”
“How good would it feel to make love right now?”
“Interesting question.”
“I want you to get on your knees right now and suck my dick.”
” After all I’ve done for you.”
“OK, How about you just sit on my face then?”
“Web Search for inappropriate behavior.”
[From outside the bathroom] “George, are you coming? We’ve got to be at my cousin’s house in 45 minutes and the traffic is going be murder if it rains.”
“Hang on honey, I was just asking Siri about the weather….”
“Weather in Massapequa”
“Weather in Massapequa, New York: Rain and thunderstorms. Temperature: 54 degrees.”
” Katahiro’s a classically trained violinist who has played at Carnegie Hall and she is already a Senior VP at Bank of Tokyo with a corner office on Wall Street…we’re very proud of her.”
“I can see why. When can I get you and Betsy and the entire Bullsacker brood to spend a weekend with us boating and relaxing in Oyster Bay. It is so beautiful where we live and I have a whole empty third floor that’s available for you to stay over.”
“Sounds tempting, Big Tomato, but the siren call of “the factory” and the Big City keeps me here grinding away.”
“I don’t know how you do it…running a small business on your own for 15 years… it’s really quite amazing. You must be the smartest person I know.”
“Hardly that– perhaps I’m the stupidest or most stubborn.”
“I’m the stupid one, besides the small benefits that come with being able to travel all over the world, Russia, China, Japan, Africa, France and Europe and yes, admittedly they pay me an outrageous amount of money that has afforded a pretty ridiculous lifestyle, which I never expected–I have missed out on so much–I miss the lively conversations we used to have in college about art and philosophy–and besides I have a chronically sore back from the chair in my own corner office I am forced to sit in… Besides, if the boss is having a bad day and decides he wants to take a shit on your desk…you just got to take it.”
“Sounds rough, Tomato…when I started my small business I knew I wanted to be the captain, the master of my own destiny…despite getting tossed around by an angry economy at times and …”
“You really still are a rebel Bullsacker –How’s ol’ Harlan what’s his name doing?”
“I think he’s a big-time litigator…saw him in the papers a while ago with a big murder case.”
“Card shark, that one…oops, looks like someone is texting you.”
“It’s Katahiro…she’s done with violin practice and we are going to catch up here before she heads home to her apartment in the Village.”
“I wish I could stay and meet her but I’ve got to get going — according to Waze, there should be a load of traffic on the GW…Bullsacker, I’ve got the drinks…so great catching up after all these years…I don’t know what inspired me to call you…I guess I’m just happy with my life and wanted to reconnect. Do think about Oyster Bay.”
“You got it. Dinner’s on me next time.”
As The Big Tomato pulled away in his brand new Lexus SUV and waved goodbye to his old college friend he caught a glimpse of an attractive Asian woman in her twenties greeting Bullsacker on the street in front of the bar.
“Hey Daddy! Where you want to go?”
“Right down this alley over here is great.”
“Got any candy?”
“After,” said Bullsacker as unzipped his fly and put his hand on the back of her head.
“Mmm… that’s it…I love when you swirl your tongue like that”
“yeah, doesn’t mean a thing…so was Mark Twain, Oscar Wilde and Huxley.”
“So you don’t think the tests work?”
“I didn’t say that…but you have to admit some of the questions on those tests are a bit outdated.”
“Such as?”
“Do you see cars outside your window?”
“Well do you?”
“That’s not the point.”
“What is your point?”
“Nothing, forget I said anything.”
“Well at least we’re going to earn our money this time.”
“Maybe more than that.”
“I think this place is getting to you is what I think.”
“Hold on, (taps her ear) yes, yes…we’re ready– you can bring Mr. Brown into intake.
The three of them sat at the table and discussed goals, protocols and not much else.
Mr. Brown was given a briefcase with his name on it and other items for his use along with instructions for the event to take place later that night.
Brown left. White and Black stayed.
“Well?”
“Definitely an ENFP.”
“And?”
“Hopefully he doesn’t screw the pooch.”
“and if he does?”
“Let’s just trust in the process.”
“Back here at eighteen hundred.”
“Do you really need to ask?”
“No.”
“Then why did you?”
“Just a feeling.”
“Maybe we need to re-test you“
“Maybe.”
Later that night Black, White and Brown met back at intake.
“Well? So why are you here,” asked Black.
“Had to abort,” replied Brown.
Black nodded and closed her eyes. White’s government issued Luger sprayed Brown’s brains all over the bullet-proof intake window.
It’s not that Black had a distaste for wet work. She just didn’t like the nightmares.
“Well, that’s that, I guess,” said White.
“Yep, unfortunate business this one– and I’ve got to admit that you were totally right,” said Black as she slowly started to reach for the loaded Luger resting on her lap.
