kitchen-4Late November chill permeated the air. Smoke came from their mouths with their breaths. Bill sidled up to Mary and pinched her on her butt then said good morning to everyone. Tommy asked if they were ready. He opened the door with his key. Bill went down the hall and switched off the burglar alarm. Mary and Bea behind him, he proceeded into the kitchen. When he flipped on the lights, he stopped dead in his tracks.

“Get Tommy,” he said.

“What’s up?” Mary asked.

“Take a look, but get Tommy.

“Aw, shit,” Bea said. “Tommy,” she called out loudly in her deep, smoker’s voice.

They came in from the skyline in the dining room. What Bill, Mary and Bea saw was that they had taken the time to make themselves sandwiches and apparently had stayed in the kitchen to eat them. Remnants from three sandwiches were on Mary’s counter. So were six bottles of beer, all empty.

Tommy found the broken skyline glass. He also found the office safe blown open. The office was a mess and would need some repair, but Tommy had taken the cash with him and made a late-night deposit, something he almost always did. Since the dinner had been so busy, it was a good thing he hadn’t been lazy.

“I’ll make some coffee,” Bea said.

“Don’t touch anything,” Tommy said.

“I’m going down to change,” Bill said.

Bea handed him her keys and he and Mary headed out of the kitchen into the hall.

“Hey Tommy,” Bill called out when he saw the back door was open.

Tommy appeared a moment later. “Maybe they were too full to climb back up the skyline,” he joked.

“Why climb?” said Bill. “Look how easy to get out.”

“Shit,” Tommy said. “I’ll call the police and Mr. Bowman. “Do whatever work you can without touching anything. Don’t light up anything and leave the exhausts off until after the police are here.”

Even before he changed clothes, Bill took a shot of bourbon from the bottle in the bourbon drawer. He felt like a dog each and every time he messed around, and he felt like a dog now. But that did not stop him from doing what he did, and the drugs helped him not have to deal with it. The acid tab was in his locker and he was planning to pop that bad boy around eleven so he would be able to put up the lunch and enjoy the heavy tripping in the lull between lunch and dinner. That might have to be delayed, he thought.

Mary had gone with him into the meat room. She took a small sip of the bourbon, and then she kissed Bill, holding him tight. “I’m horny.”

Bill kissed back. They stood there a moment before he took her hand and they went to the linen closet. He opened it with Bea’s keys and watched Mary take herself a kitchen dress. He took a pair of checkered, kitchen pants and a short-sleeve kitchen shirt. He also grabbed two aprons. Then he took Mary’s hand again and led her into the ladies’ bathroom.

“A quickie, for you,” he said.

He watched Mary get undressed down to her underclothes, then helped her onto the counter by the sink. He kissed her long and hard, their tongues playing with each other like old friends. They were old friends. He and Mary were old friends. Unlike with Lorraine just a few short hours ago, he didn’t need Mary to tell him what she liked or how she liked it. He knew this from experience, knew exactly what to do and how to do it. He also knew they were pretty safe. Tommy wouldn’t be coming downstairs anytime soon, so the only one who might disturb them was Bea. If she did, it wouldn’t matter a bit.

“Come on, baby,” said Mary leaning back against the mirror and positioning her legs. “Help a girl out.”

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