You just take the duct tape off my wrists and ankles, and I will never tell anyone!
#31 | Posted by vernon
"You just take the duct tape off my wrists and ankles, and I will never tell anyone!"
A small voice, somehow distant but nonetheless persistent, almost pleading and, Vermin wondered, wehre here had he heard that before?
He waddled back and forth across the banana peels carpeting the earthen floor of the hut he'd rented on the outskirts of Taungdwingyi -- two dallah-fifty a week, not bad -- one of his favorite vacation hovels in Myanmar, took off his black-and-white checkered combination beanie-chapeau (a la mode d'Pincus Leff), and ran a hairy, opium-stained, sweaty, oddly simian hand over his balding pate to make sure the pomeade (a devilishly clever combination of extract of mango juice and crushed water buffalo testicular fluid) he'd applied earlier to his comb-over was performing as the consierge at the "Bam-Bam Good-Time Luv-U-All-Nite Truck Stop, Deli, Massage & Bingo Parlor" promised.
"You just take the duct tape off my wrists and ankles, and I will never tell anyone!"
Jeezus, Vermin asked himself, I've heard that before, but where? He stumbled over to the stained futon, bouncing now and again against the hut's bamboo wall, grabbed onto the gibbon's tail for blance -- surprised, actually, that his bunky didn't let out another one of her ear-piercing screeches -- squatted by the jerrican filled with homemade coconut wine and sucked on the straw the way a three-dollar Mexicali whore might when peeling the chrome off a trailer hitch.
The words came softer now, more of a whimpered plea, but they came nevertheless.
"You just take the duct tape off my wrists and ankles, and I will never tell anyone!"
Vemrin's bloodshot eyes wandered around the hut, taking in the palm frond roof, bamboo walls, earth floor carpeted with banana peels, his gibbon bunky -- "Howa doin, sweetheart?" he slurred, staring as deeply as he dared into her soft, darkly mysterious eyes -- as the voice came yet again.
"You just take the duct tape off my wrists and ankles, and I will never tell anyone!"
And that's when Vermin's eyes moved across the dirt floor and recognized -- had it only been three days? -- the wooden, padlocked trapdoor that led to the crawl space beneath his hovel.
"Ahhhhhhhhhh," he leered, his bluish tongue caressing his tooth, "I remember now: the children."
