They woke up at five. The first thing Mary did was call Bea to let her know that Bill would be taking her to work. While she was on the phone, Bill started with her. He pulled the covers from her and started kissing up her thighs from the back. They were both naked and so Bill had free access to all of her.
“Cut that out,” Mary said.
“Never,” Bill said. He laughed and kissed in the places he knew Mary loved to have kissed.
Mary wriggled and tried to make it more difficult for Bill to do what he was doing. Bill just laughed more and tried harder, making sure he could get to all the places he wanted to get to.
“Goddammit,” Mary said, but even if she was saying it she pushed her body closer to him making it apparent that she wasn’t really opposed to what he was doing.
Once she was off the phone, she turned toward Bill and removed the covers from him but he pulled them back up and made her yield to what he wanted to do.
“Let me make a call,” he said, stopping.
Mary handed him the phone and he dialed his home number. There was still no answer. He knew he was off the hook, that he would not have to explain much to his fiancé. This was a comforting thought, and then he thought maybe she would have to be explaining something to him. Maybe not.
“Quaaludes won’t kill you,” he said. “Heroin and shooting stuff will kill you.”
“You ever shoot anything?” Mary asked.
“Nope. I snorted heroin couple of times and smoked opium a couple of times too, but that’s it. Something about sticking myself with a needle really bothers me,” Bill said.
“Still, you drink way too much and use too much stuff. That LSD will mess up your brain,” said Mary.
Bill was busy licking and kissing Mary again and did not stop what he was doing. Still and all, he told her about the person he knew who had used LSD more than a year straight, more than 365 consecutive times. He also told her about someone he knew who had fried his brain on LSD. That person spoke only in terms of his trips. Trip number 57, he would say, that was acid and we did it at the quarry.
When Mary was tired of the kissing and licking, even in those most intimate of intimate places, she asked Bill if he was going to waste their time doing just that. Bill told her to keep quiet and made her put her hands over her head and hold onto the headboard. That’s when he pinned down her legs and concentrated only on the one spot he knew she loved the most. Only later did he please himself. He did this quickly and efficiently, just the way he wanted.
Mary didn’t bother to make coffee. No phone call had come from Tommy and so they assumed they would be opening on time. When they were done showering and dressing it was time for them to leave. Bill spent a good fifteen minutes cleaning the snow off the car. He could see that the roads had not yet been plowed, at least on the side streets. He made sure that they left plenty of time to slip-slide their way to the restaurant.
Tommy was there when they arrived. Bea arrived a few minutes after them. They were already inside the restaurant and were waiting for Bea to come so they could change into their uniforms. Tommy told them he thought they would not be very busy for the lunch and if the weather didn’t improve much it wouldn’t be busy for the dinner either. Both Mary and Bea were happy about this. Bill thought it would be a perfect day to trip.
