Bill remembered the aftermath of the breading that day with Mary. He remembered how he was not out of it but strangely focused on strange things. One of them was an uncontrollable sexual urge and a devil-may-care, what-the-hell attitude. Bottom line of that attitude was that he just plain didn’t give a shit.
He knew that no matter what he did they weren’t gonna fire him. He knew he could do just about anything, actually truly just about anything, and they would tolerate it. They would tolerate it because he was attached to Robert at the hip and he could do his job better than almost anyone.
First devil’s chore he chose was walking in on Marie while she was in the ladies room changing. He did it on purpose having waited what he thought was long enough for her to have shucked her civvies. He and Henry Lee were cutting meat now, it being just a touch after four in the afternoon. He told Henry Lee he was gonna go do Marie. Henry said “Bless you brother, take her off my hands for a bit.”
To his content, Bill found Marie in her bra and panties.
“What the fuck,” she said. “Get out of here before I tell Mary what you doing.”
“Tell her,” Bill said.
“I will.”
“Give me a kiss.”
“Leave me alone.”
“Give me a kiss. You always wanted to anyway.”
“That part is true.”
It was true. Marie had tried to get with Bill lots of times and Bill had stayed away out of courtesy for Henry Lee. Marie was his squeeze.
“So give me a kiss.”
Marie stepped toward Bill, reluctantly at first, but the moment their lips met and he put a hand on her shoulder she melted into him. She not only melted into him, but she kissed him passionately.
Bill pressed into her, wrapped her skinny body in his arms. He was a horny, excited twenty year old male under the influence and not in his right head.
“Goddamn,” Marie said.
Bill didn’t know if it was from her feeling him against her, she in just her panties down there, or if it was from the kiss. Either way, he reasoned best as he could reason, it didn’t matter.
What he did do was lock the door behind him so no one else could walk in on them. If it were Bea, she’d laugh. If it was Henry Lee, he might join in. If it was Mary, she’d be pissed. Not only were they an item, her and Bill, but it had been tough enough for her to get him to finish the breading. He’d wasted a lot of time and she’d had to work around him.
They kissed more. They kissed a lot more. Without any hesitation Bill reached down behind her and into Marie’s panties. She spread her legs some and let his hand and fingers go where they pleased, where she’d been wanting them to be for a good while.
“I’m embarrassed,” she said when Bill’s fingers slid into her. “Look what you do to me, white boy.”
“I’m not embarrassed,” Bill said. “I’m not the least bit embarrassed.”
“I hate you,” Marie said.
“I hate you too,” Bill said.
That said from both of them, Bill went to work first. He told her he wasn’t going into her yet but it could happen some other time if she wanted it. She told him it was definitely in her plans.
Down on his knees, Bill took down her panties, looked happily at her completely bald coochie.
Marie leaned back against the sink and closed her eyes.
It would have been hard for anyone to tell who was tripping more.
