As I got to the alley I saw two men holding onto her and trying to stuff her into a van. A few days later we were invited to Margo’s for dinner. I’m not going anywhere, unless you are that is.”
So she told me in great detail about her gambling addiction. Then just like you see in those old African movies about cannibals, they carried her away on their shoulders. Yes, I was more than okay. We were tossed from side to side as they turned corners and heard that familiar sound of the triple railroad tracks at the edge of town. She looked like a million dollars. So I let go and gave Margo a piss enema. Even though we were both on the floor of a utility van with no back windows I knew we were headed out of town. My feet were released and then my hands were. They had called in a missing person report on me and he was the only one that knew why. Just before the men left one ripped
