14I WAKE UPeven more tense and sore than I did yesterday. Before anything else, I call the spa and ask when is the soonest they can get me in. The girl on the phone checks her ledger, and then responds that she can squeeze me in, in about 15 minutes. I tell her I’ll be right down, then hop in the shower, and practically sprint to the spa.By pure chance, I’m able to get the same masseuse from the day before, Bill. Hey, just because I won’t allow myself to sleep with him, doesn’t mean I have to refrain from letting him rub me down in other ways ...By the end of my massage, I’ve made up my mind on a matter I’ve been toggling in my mind ever since waking up—and I’d be lying if I said hunky Bill didn’t have something to do with settling the matter. Mary Sue is going to be unbearable when I confess this decision to her, but it’s clear after two nights in a row of dreaming about Jason and Nick that I need to do something to make these dreams stop before I go insane. We
15I CAN’T CLAIMto be surprised Mary Sue gets a response from Clark Jr. before noon. Considering that Clark Jr. is a basement-dwelling loser, he probably has spent every day since dropping out of high school having wet dreams imagining getting such an e-mail. There’s a reason I didn’t even try to place a bet on who would get first response.“wow, ur super hawt! im total down for w/e you wanna do so hit me up babe,” I read the response from Clark Jr. over Mary Sue’s shoulder.“I guess you’re gonna be heading over to his basement to jump him right now, then?” I smirk.“Geez, Nanetta, I’m not a totalwhore, you know. I’m still gonna make him work for it. That’s half the fun,” Mary Sue replies—despite the sarcasm, I sense I may have actually hurt her feelings. Worst of all, I feel guilty about it. Porcupines damnit. I hate feeling guilty.“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean anything. I was just teasing.”“It’s okay, hon, we’re good,” Mary Sue replies, brushing off my apology with a
16MARY SUE PAYSme a brief visit before she heads out for her date shortly before 6:00. As she had promised, she is sporting a blue sweater and casual, but nice, jeans. She looks perfect for the role of young woman headed out for coffee with a blind date.“Good luck with your date tonight, girlfriend,” she chirps. “I’d tell ya to be careful, but I know you, so I won’t bother.”“Yeah, you too,” I say, rolling my eyes, but smiling.“Don’t jump the kid’s bones right away. Make him work for it.”“Ummm ... shouldn’t it be yougetting that advice?”“Normally, yes. But with this dipshit, I don’t think it will require much restraint on my part to make him wait ... ”“True that.”“Meet back here when we’re done and compare notes?”“Yeah, I guess.”If we were just comparing work notes about the case, I wouldn’t have any hesitation about meeting up afterward. However, I know Mary Sue well enough to know this comparison of notes is going to be more focu
17THE DREAM, of course, continues to haunt my sleeping hours. There is, however, one significant change to the dream. Tonight, Jason’s role in the dream has been replaced by Duke. It goes without saying this change does nothing to alleviate the tension caused by my nocturnal imaginings—if anything else, when I at last wake in the morning, I am more tense than I have been so far this week.I groan, every muscle in my body straining in protest as I role over in bed, pick up the phone and make a spa appointment for half an hour from now. Take a shower, send a text message to Mary Sue letting her know I’ll be ready for breakfast in about an hour, and then head down to the spa. I’m a little disappointed to find Bill the Hunky Masseuse is not available today, but I suppose they have to give him a day off from time-to-time. His replacement this morning is a girl named Tiffany, and while she doesn’t work out all of the knots the way Bill the Hunky Masseuse would, I grudgingly admit she gets
18AS WE DRIVEto Bucksnort, Mary Sue turns to me and asks, “You know you’re going to have to kill him right?”“Who? Tom Cruise? Yes, I know. It was written in the stars, that someday our paths will cross and I will have to kill him. I’m okay with this fate. In fact, I welcome it. The smug little prick deserves it.”“No, you silly ninny,” she chides, rolling her eyes. “Duke. You’re going to have to kill him at the end of this.”I know where she’s going with this, but I’m not going to make it easy for her.“No shit, Sherlock. That’s the whole reason we’re here, isn’t it?”“Yes, exactly. And if you’re starting to like him, won’t that make it harder for you to kill him?”“For the last time, I don’t like him. He is a backwoods, trailer-park hick, and the only reason I’m seeing him at all is because of the mission. When I slit his throat, it will be no different to me than the hundreds of other people I’ve killed while on assignment.”“Fine, fine. So you say. But, just hypothet
19“WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK?”I ask, of no one in particular.Mary Sue, who did not just have a gun pointed at the back of her head, pulls herself together faster than I do. While I’m still processing what just happened, she’s already off the bed, across the room closing the door, and dialing Zeke on her cell phone.“Zeke, we have a problem,” she says once the door is closed. “The room service waiter just tried to kill us.”I can just imagine Zeke’s incredulous response to thatstatement.“Yeah ... Yeah ... Okay, you got it boss,” and then she hangs up. Zeke is nothing if not efficient. “He’s going to dispatch an extraction team, but it will have to wait until tomorrow. By the time the team would arrive if he sent them right away, it would be the middle of the night and they’d be way more conspicuous waltzing through the lobby at that time. In the meantime, I suggest we relocate to my room for the night and you can bunk up on the pull-out sofa in my
20AGAIN THE DREAMShaunt my night, and again the only change is Duke has taken Jason’s place in the cycle. I wake up, every muscle in my body feeling knotted and tense, a little before eight. Mary Sue, I see, is already up, dressed, and about.“Mornin’ sleepy head,” she chirps cheerfully, making me want to take her grape and onion peels from the night before and shove them down her cheerful throat. “You must’ve been having some dream there, I couldn’t tell if you were having the time of your life or being chased by Freddy Krueger.”“I think I would’ve preferred the torments of Krueger,” I respond, rubbing the sleep from my eyes, and if Mary Sue thinks I am going to say anything more than thaton the subject of my dreams, she is going to be sorely mistaken.“Just got a text from Zeke,” Mary Sue says, mercifully changing course. “The extraction team will be arriving in a couple hours. We will need to be here when they arrive.”“Great, so we’re stuck here until then,” I gr
21BACK WHEN MARY SUEfirst approached me and suggested she give me some martial arts lessons, I naturally assumed it would entail washing her car and other tedious chores that would later grow into my becoming an instantaneous award-winning karate champion, after a motivational montage or two, underscored by an instant-chart topping ‘80’s pop-rock tune.So, I was kind of disappointed to find training—with Mary Sue, at least—was nothing like the movies. She never made me wash her car even once. With Mary Sue, my training was more a series of alternating between attacking her, and defending myself from her. In the beginning, regardless of whether I was on the offense or defense, I always ended up flat on my back with my breath knocked out of me. Now, it’s more like five out of ten times I end up getting my ass whopped by the buxom Barbie, so yay for improvement.We find a park on the outskirts of Dickson which appears to be fairly remote and unpopulated. Even though our training