He stands bare-chested, looking out the window. The beat-up sunglasses hide his eyes, so it’s hard to speculate on what he’s thinking as he looks down upon the scurrying mass of self-important humanity. He shakes his head a little bit; the battered cowboy hat keeps his long brown hair in place. He takes a sip of whiskey, and stares.
Behind him a stunningly beautiful woman is sleeping peacefully, her lips curled in an expression of ecstasy fulfilled. Her hair is a mess and it’s apparent that much physical activity had been going on at some point in the near past. She shifts in her sleep and the sheet moves to reveal one perfect, gorgeous breast – bare for all the world to see. It goes unnoticed by the man in the sunglasses and cowboy hat.
A phone rings, and he’s quick to answer.
“’Lo. Yeah, this here’s Lovemuscle, an’ who’s this? Reed. Ah ain’t heard from you fer a long while, neighbor. Everything’s all right, Ah reckon?” Another sip of whiskey. “A job? As what, head o’ the Chinese food an’ drug agency? You tryin’ ta git rid o’ me agin?” There is a long pause as the man listens. “Ah don’t know, Reed… Them last federations you hooked me on to weren’t no damn good, an’ you know it. What makes you think this one’s any different?” Another sip of whiskey, followed by a big sigh. “Reed, if’n this don’t work out, neighbor, Ah’m agonna track you down an’ beat yer ass but good, you know that don’t ya? Yeah, send me the particulars, an’ Ah’ll be there.”
He sighs again as he ends the conversation. Still staring out the window, he seems to …diminish… just a bit as his shoulders slumps and his head hangs sadly just a tiny bit, as if he’s resigning himself to a despicably onerous chore. He puts his drink on the counter and gently lowers himself to the edge of the bed. A smile crosses his face as he considers the sleeping goddess next to him. He kisses her bare shoulder and whispers in her ear. “Ah’m afraid it’s time fer you ta go, darlin’. Ah got work ta do…”
Behind him a stunningly beautiful woman is sleeping peacefully, her lips curled in an expression of ecstasy fulfilled. Her hair is a mess and it’s apparent that much physical activity had been going on at some point in the near past. She shifts in her sleep and the sheet moves to reveal one perfect, gorgeous breast – bare for all the world to see. It goes unnoticed by the man in the sunglasses and cowboy hat.
A phone rings, and he’s quick to answer.
“’Lo. Yeah, this here’s Lovemuscle, an’ who’s this? Reed. Ah ain’t heard from you fer a long while, neighbor. Everything’s all right, Ah reckon?” Another sip of whiskey. “A job? As what, head o’ the Chinese food an’ drug agency? You tryin’ ta git rid o’ me agin?” There is a long pause as the man listens. “Ah don’t know, Reed… Them last federations you hooked me on to weren’t no damn good, an’ you know it. What makes you think this one’s any different?” Another sip of whiskey, followed by a big sigh. “Reed, if’n this don’t work out, neighbor, Ah’m agonna track you down an’ beat yer ass but good, you know that don’t ya? Yeah, send me the particulars, an’ Ah’ll be there.”
He sighs again as he ends the conversation. Still staring out the window, he seems to …diminish… just a bit as his shoulders slumps and his head hangs sadly just a tiny bit, as if he’s resigning himself to a despicably onerous chore. He puts his drink on the counter and gently lowers himself to the edge of the bed. A smile crosses his face as he considers the sleeping goddess next to him. He kisses her bare shoulder and whispers in her ear. “Ah’m afraid it’s time fer you ta go, darlin’. Ah got work ta do…”