Slim wasted no time in getting to the point of why she had wanted to meet with Paul.
She came out with the words that she wanted her husband dead, and she didn’t care how it happened, as long as no fingers were pointed at her. He looked at her over his glasses, and then took a big swig of his coffee.
Slim glanced around the room to see who may be within hearing distance, and then looked back at Slim.
He said lady, who the hell do you think you are talking to? I am an investigator. I look for people like you. That is what I get paid for, picking out criminals, and now you come to me, asking me if I can help kill your husband?
Slim said, no doll, not you. I don’t want you to do the dirty work, find someone who can do it for me. Paul started chuckling out loud, and Slim glared at him through stormy eyes. He was laughing at her because although she was beautiful, she was one dumb dame, and she was livid with him, because he was laughing at her.
Paul had to know what was making her so crazy, so he asked her what did your husband do to get you all in a tizzy, that now you have no choice but to see him dead. Slim came back with that her husband had cheated on her. He had an affair with her only secretary. She went on to explain that she had given this man everything she had. Her time, her money, her undying devotion, and had helped him to build a successful business, and this is the way he had of thanking her?
Paul had to admit that this was a pretty shitty deal, but still, it didn’t warrant a murder. What about a divorce? Slim said that was too easy. He could still have all that he had and maybe get more from her, than she was willing to let go.
Slim rubbed her leg up against Paul’s leg and let it find its way to his crotch, and then she gave a firm push, letting him know that she was willing to do what it took to get her own way. Paul pretended he didn’t feel her foot against him and continued to talk. He asked her what her plan was to get this done. Slim said that she had thought of a few things, but she didn’t really care, as long as it was simple and clean.
Paul took his glasses off and laid them on the table. He asked Slim if she minded if he lit up his cigar, and she shook her head no. He lit it up nice and slow, letting a couple of rings escape from his lips, letting her know that he could do tricks also.
As he was inhaling his cigar, Slim became impatient and removed her foot from his crotch and got up and excused herself to the ladies room. As she walked away, Paul watched that natural wiggle and the shape of those hips. This was some dame, and he knew that she could prove to be very dangerous to men if left in a room alone with a bed.
When she came back, instead of sitting where she was, she came over to his side of the booth, and without asking, sat down beside, him forcing him to have to move over, giving her room, but also he was able to feel the heat radiating from her body. She wrapped her around his neck, and with two fingers started playing with the fuzz on the nape. This sent shivers down his spine as the fingers felt like silk, and a woman touching his neck was a big turn on for him.
He looked her in the eye, and asked her when she wanted this job done, and how much was she willing to pay for it. Slim said she wanted it done by the end of the month, and that she would make it worth his while. Money was no object, and if she wanted more, she was sure she could find some way to accommodate him. He smiled his biggest smile at her and then nonchalantly told her he would have to think it over, but he would get back in touch with her in a couple of days.
Slim pouted for him, making those lips form into something that he just wanted to reach out to and suck the life out of him, but business was business, and this was not part of the deal. Secretly, he knew that his mom would never approve of this doll.
He stood up and threw some cash on the table and said with a tip of his hat, see you later Slim. He walked out the door not looking back, not wanting to keep the memory of what she looked like, or how she smelled, or the touch of those long, slender fingers.
Before he went back to his apartment, he stopped at the grocery store and got a few groceries he needed. A case of beer, some orange juice, a box of eggs, some cheese, a box of cereal, a couple boxes of macaroni and cheese, and milk and bread. What a way to live, not very healthy, but damn well easy enough.
After arriving back home and placing the food away, he kicked off his shoes, and turned the television on to see if there were any games on. There was one, so he grabbed his blanket, and sat down in his comfy chair to watch the game, but before he got interested in it, he was dreaming about the beautiful dame.
The next day came, and he was busy at his desk, when he got a knock on the door. He got up and went over to open it, and it was the sweet little lady that lived across the hall from him. She said that her room was cold and she wasn’t sure if the heater was still working. Could he come over and take a quick minute to look at it. Slim said sure, Mrs. Miller, anything for a sweet lady like you.
He grabbed his slippers and put them on and followed her over to her place. He did think it felt a little chilly in here, and so the first thing he did was go to the thermostat and check to see what the reading was. It was set on 55 degrees, and he asked Mrs. Miller why was it set so low? She came over and squinted, taking her glasses off so she could see the small numbers better, and said, oh my, I have turned the lever the wrong direction. Oh, Mr. Paul, I am so sorry. I feel like such a fool. I bothered you when you were busy working, over something so silly. Paul said, don’t worry, honey, it was an honest mistake. I will just turn the lever back up to about, let’s say 72? Mrs. Miller shook her head in agreement to that number. She didn’t move around too much, so she got cold quickly. Paul waited for the heater to kick on and then looked at her smiling, and said it is all fixed now. You are going to be warmed up in no time.
Mrs. Miller went over to her cupboards and pulled out a big container that had peanut butter cookies in it and grabbed a few and walked back over to Paul, and asking him to hold his hands open, she placed the cookies in his hands. He leaned down and kissed her on the forehead, and said thanks, anything for you neighbor. With that she smiled back at him, and walked him to the door, and let him out. She made sure to watch him walk through the hall and into his own apartment. When she saw his door close, she closed hers also, thinking, what a nice man, he deserves a nice lady friend.
Paul sat back down at his desk to go back to work, but smiled as he thought about the sweet, little, old lady next door. If she was forty years younger, he would ask her out, and just then, his phone rang. He picked up the receiver and saying hello, Paul here, he heard the gooey voice of Slim.
Have you made any decisions yet about the job I want completed, she was asking through the phone. He could almost vision her standing in the shower, with droplets of water running over her silky body, her voice was so steamy. He answered back with a no. He had not had a chance to go over it yet, and he wasn’t even sure if he wanted to consider this deal, whether he did the work or hired some goon to do the dirty work.
He heard her croon over the phone and said that there had to be some way of changing his mind. What’s your address honey? Tell me where you live and I will be right over. Paul knew this was not a good thing. The last thing he needed in his apartment was this dame and no place to run. He told her to give him one more day, and he would give her a call, and with that, he hung up, leaving her hanging on the other end.
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