cchapter nine

word count: 547

this was smooth... stan was guarding the empty canisters,, knowing full well as he did that the one that had held the remains of his unborn offspring was not among them... he and vic had seen to that,, with a little help from that martinez character and his drunken cousin...

stan pulled one of the canisters over,, wiped off the top with his hand to make sure it wouldn't leave a wet spot on his backside,, as something like that could ruin even the most feared of all jailers day,, and thought about what he was going to have for lunch....

as stan pondered lunch, jorge martinez,, sat on the commode, relieving himself of last evenings festivities,, and making room for the eggs and choritzo he smelled earlier emanating from the kitchen... not a care in the world.. nothing to be done,, his father had seen to the removal of the bucket in question,, and life was good....he would nuke a couple tortillas,, have a couple egg tacos,, and go get lupe.. it was getting hot,, it had to be close to noon.. close enough for a beer any way....

after meticulously using half a roll of toilet paper,, as he had no intention of showering just yet,, he stared down at his masterpiece in porcelain and smiled... a floater... definitely an indication of a good day.....

he flushed, waited and then flushed again... looked longingly at himself in the mirror and said,, "oye,, papi chulo..." in his most devilishly sexy voice,, slicked his hair behind his ears,, and was off....

as stan sat deciding definitely on delivery from papa guidos,, he heard footsteps,, and turned to see detective kramer and his assistant, known only as "red" coming at him fast from behind.. he jumped up and stood at what could have been interpreted as attention as they approached... neither of them looked too happy.. he really didn't want to deal with them and their bad attitudes... it was time for lunch...

" i want to see you and your deputy friend vic dimarco.. now" kramer barked as he and "red" turned the corner into the office that had been commandeered for their use while on assignment here and slammed the door closed..

this did not look good... fuck... where was vic?

as the sound of "danza del sombrero mexicano" other wise known as the mexican hat dance blared out of the silver horn on top of the battered old truck, jorge rearranged his manhood, and grabbed another beer...

lupe peeked out from behind a drawn curtain,, and signaled he would be out in a minute... punching the preset keys on the static filled fm radio in the dash he left off surfing when he felt his cell phone vibrating in his pocket..

"hola mami, que onda??" he said after looking at the caller id...
"what does he want?? you know every time you take a call from him it is costing you money right??"....."yeah well i got work to do.. just don't accept the charges if he calls you again.."

he snapped the phone shut, looked at it,, took a long pull off his beer,, belched loudly and blew the mexican hat dance again for lupe.... "para arriba pendejo!" he yelled out the window of the truck, just as lupe came walking out the door....