Sometime you wake up in the morning… well sometimes you wake up in the early afternoon and you have your day planned. Well at least the rest of your afternoon.
So we had Clarisse transferred to the new facilities but I don’t really know if anyone really explained the situation to her. People think I’m paranoid but I can just imagine K-Bunny in her state of mental confusion getting transferred and not really knowing why and going crazy thinking people are trying to take her away from her friends and family.
So that was my plan, visit K-Bunny.
“Hey K-Bunny, how’s it going?”, I asked as I poked my head in the doorway.
“Maz, come quick, I need to tell you something.”, she said looking quickly around the room.
When I got there, her lips were moving but I couldn’t really hear anything. I know I should get the ear implants to improve my hearing but I don’t really want to hear the sounds around my crappy apartment any better. I think the rooms near mine are rented by the hour. I’ve already got some of those hours implanted in my brain.
2072 September 29th @ 2:30am
Squeak, squeak, squeak…
Oh god!! Uncle Chester, you beast! Oh god, you know I love the way you hog tie me! You really know your knots! Drive me to market, Uncle Chester!
So I lean in to hear what she’s saying…
“Closer, you need to block the cameras so they don’t read my lips.”
So I put my ear right a few inches from her mouth so I can hear and she wraps her arms around my head, maybe to block the cameras.
“They’re after me, you know? One of the nurses, Paul, keeps checking me out. He keeps trying to look down my top or cop a feel. You need to get me out of here. What’s up with Sam? I sent him an urgent message. Have they replaced him too?”
“I’ll check it out KB, I’ll talk to Paul. I don’t think anythings happened to Sam although I haven’t seen him fumble his magic recently which is kind of odd. I’ll punch him in the nose and see if he’s still his old self. I brought you a book on photography. Mostly its got some cool pictures.”
So I head out trying to find Paul who happens to be coming my way with a cart of medications for the patients. For some reason he looks familiar…
“Oh, excuse me sir.”, Paul says with a blush.
“The Purple Onion”, I say. Paul now looks beet red. “You were the one hitting on my japanese friend”.
Paul takes a few steps back and seems to be keeping the cart between me and him. “I didn’t know he was with you. No offense sir.”
I start laughing. The last few weeks hadn’t been that great so it felt good to laugh. “Sir?”, Paul asked.
“He wasn’t with Mazula. Mazula was just there to make sure an elf friend was safe as he tried to pick up Mark Garibaldi.”
“Please, don’t let it get out around here that I go there. Please sir!”, Paul was looking desperate now, “Don’t tell my wife!”
“Look, Mazula’s got nothing to gain by telling anyone.”, I told him as I kept walking down the hall. I think he caught my fists clench when I glanced back and saw him checking out my ass.
I jab the button to the elevator a little harder than necessary I suppose and hop in. Inside is a 30-something nurse who seems to be on her way home.
“Hey, want to grab some dinner with Mazula and get some exercise holding onto the bed posts?”, I can really pull out the charm when I want to.
“Look creep, as tempting as cheating on my husband would be, the last person I’d cheat with is you.”
“Well, if he is sleeping with other women, I can sleep with other men, right?”
“Men are all bastards. You’re a bastard. Paul’s a bastard.”
“Paul, you mean the other nurse that works here?”
“Ummm, yeah. That’s my husband.”
“Oh, I don’t think you have to worry about your husband sleeping with other women then.”
“And how the hell would you know?”
“Just a hunch. Give me a call if you change your mind…”, I say as I walk out the building.