| The bar had closed and they still had to make the walk to therooming house, and there it was -- the hearse had driven up across the street where the Stomach Hospital was.
"I think this is THE night," said Tony "I can feel it in my blood, I really can!"
"The night for what?" asked Bill.
"Look," said Tony, "we know their operation well by now. Lets get one! What the fuck? You got the guts?"
"Whatsa matta? You think Im coward because that runtysailor whipped my ass?"
"I didnt say that, Bill."
"Youre the coward! I can whip you, easy-"
"yeah. I know. Im not talking about that. I say, lets grab a stiff just for laughs."
"Shit! Lets grab TEN stiffs!
"Wait. Youre drunk now. Lets wait. We know the operation.We know how they operate. We been watching every night."
"And youre not drunk, eh? You wouldnt have the GUTS otherwise!"
"Quiet now! Watch! Here they come. Theyve got a stiff. Some poor guy. Look at that sheet pulled over his head. Its sad."
"I am looking. And it is sad-"
"Okay, we know the operation: if its just one stiff, they toss him in, light their cigarettes and drive off. But if its two stiffs, they dont bother locking the hearse door twice. Theyre real cool boys. Its just old stuff with them. If its two stiffs, they just leave the guy on the roller there behind the hearse, go in and get the other stiff, then toss them in together. How many nights have we watched it?"
"I dunno," said Bill, "sixty, at least."
"Okay, now theres the one stiff. If they go back for another -- that stiff belongs to us. You game for grabs if they go in for another stifff?"
"Im game! I got double your guts!"
"okay, then, watch. Well know in a minute-Oops, there they go! Theyre going in for another stiff!" said Tony. "You game?"
"Game," said Bill.
They sprinted across the street and grabbed the corpse by the head and feet. Tony had the head, that sad head wrapped so tight in the sheet, while Bill grabbed the feet.
Then they ran across the street, the pure white sheet of the corpse floating in the momentum -- sometimes you could see an ankle, an elbow, a thigh of flesh, and then they ran it up the room- ing house front steps, got to the door and Bill said, "Jesus Christ, whos got the key? Look, Im scared!"
"We dont have much time! Those bastards are gonna be out soon with the other stiff! Throw him in the hammock! Quick! We gotta find a goddamned key!"
They tossed the stiff into the hammock. It rocked back and forth in the hammock under the moonlight.
"Cant we take the body back?" asked Bill. "Good God oh Mother o Mighty, cant we take the body back?"
"No time! Too late! Theyd see us. HEY! WAIT!" yelled Tony. "I found the key!"
"THANK JESUS!"
They unlocked the door, then grabbed the thing on the hammock and ran up the stairway with it. Tonys room was closest. second floor. There was quite a bit of bumping with the corpse along the stairway wall and railing.
Then they had it outside Tonys door and stretched it out while Tony looked for his door key. They got the door open, plopped the stiff on the bed and then went to the refrigerator and got hold of Tonys cheap gallon of muscatel, had half a waterglass full each, then refilled, came back to the bedroom, sat down and
looked at the stiff.
"Do you suppose anybody saw us?" asked Bill.
"If they had, I think the cops would be up here by now."
"Do you think theyll search the neighborhood?"
"How can they? How can they go knocking on doors at this time of the morning, asking, Do you have a dead body?"
"Shit, I guess youre right."
"Sure, Im right," said Tony, "still, I cant help wondering how those two guys felt when they came back and saw the body gone? It must have been kind of funny."
"Yeah," said Bill, "it musta been."
"Well, funny or not, weve got the stiff. There he is, right on the bed."
They looked at the thing under the sheet, had another drink.
"I wonder when they begin to stiffen up? I wonder when they begin to stink?"
"That rigor mortis takes a bit of time, I think," said Tony.
"But hell probably begin to stink pretty soon. Its just like garbage left in the sink. I dont think they drain the blood until they reach the mortuary."
So, two drunks, they went on drinking the muscatel; they even forgot at times about the body, and they spoke of those vague and important other things in their rather inarticulate way. Then it was back to the body again.
The body was still there.
"What we gonna do with it?" asked Bill.
"Stand it up in the closet after it stiffens up. It seemed pretty loose when we were carrying it. Probably died about a half and hour ago or so."
"So, okay, we stand it up in the closet. Then what do we do when it starts to stink?"
"I never thought about that part," said Tony.
"Think about it," said Bill, pouring a good one.
Tony tried to think about it. "You know, we might go to jail for this. If we get caught."
"Sure, so?"
"Well, I think we made a mistake, but its too late."
"Too late," repeated Bill.
"So," said Tony, pouring a tall one, "if we are stuck with this stiff we might as well have a look at him."
"Look at him?"
"Yeah, look at him."
"You got the guts?" asked Bill.
"I dunno."
"You scared?"
"Sure. No training in this sort of thing," said Tony.
"All right. You pull the sheet back," said Bill, "only fill my glass first. Fill my glass, then pull the sheet back."
"Okay," said Tony.
He filled Bills glass. Then walked over.
"All right," said Tony, "here GOES!"
Tony pulled the sheet straight back over the body. He kept his eyes closed.
"Good GOD!" said Bill, "its a woman! A young woman!"
Tony opened his eyes. "Yeah. Was young. Christ, look at that long blonde hair, goes way down past her asshole. But shes DEAD! terribly and finally dead, forever. What a shame! I dont understand it."
"How old you figure she was?"
"She doesnt look dead to me," said bill.
"She is."
"But look at those breasts! Those thighs! That pussy! That pussy: it still looks alive!"
"Yeah," said Tony, "the pussy, they say: its the first thing to come and the last thing to go."
Tony walked over to the pussy, touched it. then he lifted a breast, kissed the damned dead thing. "Its so sad, everything is so sad -- that we live all our lives like idiots and then finally die."
"You shouldnt touch the body," said Bill.
"Shes beautiful," said Tony, "even dead, shes beautiful."
"Yeah, but if she were alive she wouldnt even look at a bum like you twice. You know that, dont you?"
"Sure! And thats just the point! Now she cant say, NO!"
"What the hell are you talking about?"
"I mean," said Tony, "that my cock is hard. VERY HARD!"
Tony walked over and poured a glassful from the jug. Drank it down.
Then he walked over to the bed, began kissing the breasts, running his hands through her long hair, and then finally kissingthat dead mouth in a kiss from the living to the dead. And then he mounted.
It was GOOD. Tony rammed and jammed. Never such a fuck as this in all his days! He came. Then rolled off, toweled himself with the sheet.
Bill had watched the whole thing, lifting the gallon muscatel jug in the dim lamplight.
"Christ, Bill, it was beautiful, beautiful!"
"Youre crazy! You just fucked a dead woman!"
"And youve been fucking dead women all your life -- deadwomen with dead souls and dead pussies -- only you didnt know it!
Im sorry, Bill, she was a beautiful buck. I have no shame."
"Was she that good?" asked Bill.
"Youll never believe it."
Tony walked to the bathroom to take a piss.
When he got back, Bill had mounted the body. Bill was going good. Moaning and groaning a bit. Then he reached over, kissed that dead mouth, and came.
Bill rolled off, hit the edge of the sheet, wiped off.
"Youre right. Best fuck I ever had!"
Then they both sat in their chairs and looked at her.
"Wonder what her name was?" asked Tony. "Im in love."
Bill laughed. "Now I know youre drunk! Only a damn fool falls in love with a living woman; now you gotta get hooked on a dead one."
"Okay, Im hooked," said Tony.
"All right, youre hooked," said bill, "whatta we do now?"
"Get her the hell outa here!" answered Tony.
"How?"
"Same way we got her in -- down the stairway."
"Then?"
"Then into your car. We drive her down to Venice Beach, throw her into the ocean."
"Thats cold."
"She wont feel it any more than she felt your cock."
"And how about your cock?" asked Bill.
"She didnt feel that either," answered Tony.
There she was, double-fucked, dead-laid on the sheets.
"Lets make it, baby!" screamed Tony.
Tony grabbed the feet and waited. Bill grabbed the head. As they rushed out of Tonys room the doorway was still open. Tony kicked it shut with his left foot as they moved toward the top of the stairway, the sheet no longer wound about the body but, more or less, flopped over it. Like a wet dishrag over a kitchen faucet. And again, there was much bumping of her head and her thighs and her big ass against the stariway walls and stairway railings.
They threw her into the back seat of Bills car.
"Wait, wait, baby!" screamed Tony.
"What for?"
The muscatel jug, asshole!"
"Oh, sure."
Bill sat waiting with the dead cunt in the back seat.
Tony was a man of his word. He came running out with the jug of muski.
They got on the freeway, passing the jug back and forth, drinking good mouthfuls. It was a warm and beautiful night and the Moon was full, of course. But it wasnt exactly night. By then it was 4:15 a.m. A good time anyhow.
They parked. Then had another drink of the good muscatel, got the body out and carried it that long sandy dandy walk toward the sea. Then they got down to that part of the sand where the sea reached now and then, that part of the sand that was wet, soaked, full of little sand crabs and airholes. They put the body down and drank from the jug. Now and then an excessive wave rolled a bit over all of them: Bill, Tony, the dead Cunt.
Bill had to get up to piss and having been taught nineteenth century morals he walked a bit up the shore to piss. As his friend did so, Tony pulled back the sheet and looked at the dead face in the seaweed twist and swirl, in the salty morning air. Tony looked at the face as Bill was pissing offshore. A lovely kind face, nose a little too sharp, but a very good mouth, and then with her body stiffening already, he leaned forward and kissed her very gently upon the mouth and said, "I love you, dead bitch."
Then he covered her with the sheet.
Bill finished pissing, came back. "I need another drink."
"Go ahead. Ill take one too."
Tony said, "Im going to swim her out."
"Can you swim good?"
"Not too well."
"Im a good swimmer. Ill swim her out."
"NO! NO!" screamed Tony.
"Goddamn it, stop yelling!"
"Im going to swim her out!"
"All right! All right!"
Tony took another drink, pulled the sheet aside, picked her up and carried her step by step toward the breakers. He was drunker than he figured. Several times the big waves knocked them both down, knocked her out of his arms, and he had to get to his feet, run, swim, struggle to find the body. Then hed see her -- that long long hair. She was just like a mermaid. Maybe she was a mermaid. finally Tony floated her out beyond the breakers. It was quiet. halfway between moon and sunrise. He floated with her some moments. It was very quiet. A time within time and a time beyond time.
Finally, he gave the body a little shove. She floated off, half underwater, the strands of long hair whirling about the body. She was still beautiful, dead or whatever she was. She began to float away from him, caught in some tide. The sea had her.
Then suddenly he turned from her, tried to swim back toward the shore. It seemed very far away. He made it in with the last stroke of his strength, rolling in with the force of the last breaker. He picked himself up, fell, got up, walked forward, sat down beside Bill.
"So, shes gone," said Bill.
"Yeh. Shark meat."
"Do you think well ever be caught?"
"No. Give me a drink."
"Go easy. Were getting close to the bottom."
"Yeah."
They got back to the car. Bill drove. They argued over the final drinks on the way home, then Tony thought about the mer- maid. He put his head down and began to cry.
"You were always chickenshit," said Bill, "always chickenshit."
They made it back to the rooming house.
Bill went to his room. Tony to his. The sun was coming up. The world was awakening. Some were awakening with hangovers. some were awakening with thoughts of church. Most were still asleep. A Sunday morning. And the mermaid, the mermaid with that dead sweet tail, she was well out to sea. While somewhere a pelican dove, came up with a glittering, guitar-shaped fish. |
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