“Right. So, tell me – what’s happening with Max and the mystery woman?”
“He’s tied up – if you get my drift.”
“And Marlon and Singh are watching all of this?”
“Not just watching,” Buck said, eyebrows raised.
“Oh?”
“They’ve got girls there.”
“So… it’s some kind of weird, disgusting orgy.”
“Now you’ve got it.”
“Oh my God,” she said. “What a shocking thought! But… then again… if the plan works… it could save us all kinds of trouble.”
Julia felt better. At least she had some hope that this awful interlude with Marlon and Singh could all just – go away.
“If it works.”
7.5
Marlon was bored. He’d never been able to just sit and watch anything really. It didn’t matter what it was – even pornography.
Watching is just… not for you.
No – Marlon always needed to be a player, and not just any old player.
He had to be the main man – it had to be all about him. And if there was sex to be had, even on the screen in front of him, he had to be in on the action.
Sex was enormously important to Marlon. It had always provided him with at least one good reason to live. Indeed, if there was a God for Marlon – and deep down there may well have been – the Act of Creation was the Original Orgasmic Blast. Unfortunately, the blast wasn’t readily available these days. Of course he was still just as interested as ever. Marlon thought a lot about his penis. He likened it to a disappointing pet – you lavish all this care and attention on it and the fucking thing won’t even come when it’s called!
He hated the fact that he needed to take a pill in order to perform – if you could call that pathetic effort a performance.
And now you are left trying to sleep on a totem pole!
Marlon turned on the screen.
There he was – that lazy fucker Max – still lying around on the bed.
“I’m sick of this!” Marlon said. “I didn’t come over here to watch a soap opera! Who is writing her lines anyway?”
Singh ignored him.
“I want to know what’s happening on that mountain. Can’t we just kidnap one of those little fuckers and put a bit of pressure on him?”
