“Add in the fact most chicks like the convenience of a phone or email?—”
“Pretty sure mostwomenprefer not getting caught over convenience. Considering they’re far less likely to get accused of a crime, let alone caught and convicted, I think they might have the right idea…”
“Whatever. Point is, they aren’t raking in the cash like they could be.”
“Money isn’t everything, you know.” Bugs spun around to face his computer again.
I grabbed his pillow off the bed and tossed it at the back of his head. “Says the fucker with a hundred grand worth of techy shit piled up in his room.”
“Something you’re clearly benefiting from,” he muttered before adding, “I really should start charging more.”
“You know we don’t charge family like that 'round here…” I grinned. “We trade.”
PATIENT 899: AGE 11 YEARS, 7 MONTHS
“What’s with the new kid?” Lar-Bear dipped his head towards the weirdo in white scrubs who’d been twirling a finger in the same bowl of soup for the last twenty minutes. None of us would question why he wasn’t eating it. We wouldn’t eat that sludge either. But it was strange how he didn’t appear to react to anything around him.
He didn’t even look up when one of theterms—that’s what we called the fuckers who were more likely to die than get discharged—snatched the Jell-O cup off his tray. I mean, it woulda happened anyway. But usually the newbies at least put up a little fight. Yelled, cried. Something. It was our favorite part of being the welcome committee. Watching the hope slowly dwindle over the first few days.
I never had hope to begin with. But Lar-rence of No Labia here… Fucker was starving for pussy and there wasn’t much around. The pills they were feeding him meant his dick didn’t work right anyway, which was why he’d been cheeking 'em.Point was, he took a bit longer to break. It was one of the reasons he was so interested in everyone else. It was a lot easier to ignore your own steaming pile of shit when you were busy watching the other guy fall face-first in his.
Me? I just liked having a good laugh at their expense.
I maneuvered my chair from behind the cafeteria-style table and rolled up next to the kid with the dark hair. Then I waited for him to notice me. He didn’t. Or he didn’t care. So I spit out my chewing gum and dropped it into his bowl. The splash had him moving back and peering up at me.
I cocked my head to the side. He didn’t seem like he had anything wrong with him. Then again, lots of the patients here seemed that way till they opened their mouths and started talking. That was when all the crazy came out. And if they weren’t crazy when they started, they would be when the docs were done with 'em.
I guess every last one of us was atermin that way. Some just weren’t ready to admit it. Like Lar-Lar.
“You slow or something?” I asked the new guy.
He watched my face for a minute, made some weird noises, then grabbed his bowl and dumped it onto the table. I moved outta the splash zone as he used his finger to spell out letters in the gray-orange liquid.
“P-A-P-E-R,” I repeated out loud. “Paper?”
The kid nodded.
“You want paper?”
Another nod.
“Sure. I can get that for you. But it’s gonna cost ya.” I grinned.
He narrowed his eyes and tapped at his empty pockets.
“Not money,” I clarified. “We use a barter system.” I grabbed his hand and tugged him to his feet. Leading the wayto my room while poor Limp-dicked Larry watched us go with a frown on his face.
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
CASPER
Iwrapped a palm around my dick and stroked it a few times. Then a few more times. Until my third leg had its own shadow and my wrist had a cramp, as I stood out back of the old brick building that landed itself inside the city limits by a fraction of a curly little pubic hair. Which reminded me of the task at hand…
When I felt that first bead of precum drip onto my fingers, I grinned. Whacking off in the bushes was ona those things you did out of necessity or boredom. And it wasn’t necessaryfor mewhen I could throw my dick at the closest mouth and nail a solid bullseye.
Six points! Game over.
Or whatever people said. Maybe I didn’t know how to play darts exactly, but what I did know was how to score. Don’t believe me?
