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Her voice makes my dick want to shrivel up and crawl back inside my body.
I obey, lying face down, and she begins a slow massage, beginning with my head and moving to my shoulders. Her gift. I moan and carry on when she works the kinks out of my back, and I’m so grateful for her miraculous hands by the time she’s finished, that I turn over and let her ride me until she comes three times.
“You’re a god,” she whispers on my way out.
It’s true. Women spend their time in front of me on their knees.
That’s right, sweetie, you should stick with whispering.I pat her back fondly and thank her for the massage.
I’m in the car and dreaming of my bed when my message notification pops up in front of me. I turn it off of idle and the words materialize.
I’ve found her.
I want my bed, God, I want my bed, but I redirect Yvonne to the lower end instead.
She’s sitting in the same booth, causing the same air of tense excitement in the bar as the last time. Cigarette dangling from magenta lips, she shuffles a deck of cards and lays them out in front of her.
“Solitaire,” I say.
She nods. “Play games with yourself and you don’t get burned.”
I sit down across from her and order a cocktail.
“You drink like a girl,” she says.
“I’ll take that as a compliment. So, you found her.”
“I found her.”
“That didn’t take long,” I say. “Show me…”
She taps her Silverbook and a rotating image appears between us. I squint my eyes at it until a picture of Gwen comes into focus. She looks different—a little frayed around the eyes. She’s thinner, but it’s her.
I swallow and collapse the picture. The Society is punishing her, no doubt hoping to draw Folsom out of hiding. Does he know? How much? What would he do if he saw this photograph?
“Where?” I ask.
“Admax. In the Yellow Region.”
I throw my head back, glancing at the ceiling. “How recent is this picture?”
“It was taken earlier this afternoon.”
“I’ve heard Admax is impossible to get into…got any suggestions on how I can get her out?”
She shakes her head. “I’m the information person, not the solution person, pretty boy.”
I rub my hands over my eyes. “Well, that’s fucking great.”
“Hey, you wanted the information. I got you the information.”
“No, I know. I appreciate it.” I hand her an envelope of cash and stand up to leave. “Really, thanks.”
“You know where to find me,” she says.
“Who do I ask for when I come back?” I smirk, waiting to see if I’ll have any luck this time.
“See you around, End Man,” she says, smirking back.
