Oh sure, Willie flirted with danger in the past. But this new feeling that ravaged his heart was different. This one was…dangerous.
'I should have saved that video to the hard drive,' thought Willie.
Now, Willie’s head might not have been fully in the game. He’d spent all night bouncing from hellhole to hellhole up and down Pointz Avenue, but something was missing. At about two thirty this morning, Willie first saw Kat.
He could tell she’d been out a bit too long as well. He checked the rumpled cape and the sexy belt, apparently crafted from championship flags from decades past. And she saw Willie as well. “Have you ever made a Molotov cocktail?” Kat inquired.
By day Kat worked as an ambassador for environmental causes. Anonymity was the tool this vixen employed to maintain her passion for her more legendary pursuits…arson.
Willie by day was the proud face of resilient and proud Midwesterners. He even had a little respect built up with lots of time and work in the face of adversity. But this morning, Willie felt like a manwhore. And Kat was looking like a somewhat acceptable receptacle. But this morning, no one told Kat that Willie was a deaf-mute who played a mean air guitar, so he answered her question about incendiaries with a passive shrug. It was an ominous sign of things to come.
Kat was feeling naughty, like so many young lovers caught up in the passion of lust. She biblically rent a piece of the 1956 Big 6 Swimming Championship Banner that was covering her ass, and browsed for vehicles. Willie was fixated on her newly bare rump, so he didn’t immediately notice her removal of the cap on an old Pinto’s fuel tank. “Is that tail real,” she asked him.
Again, a lustily dumbfounded Willie again shrugged, but it didn’t much matter. In a flash, EkoKat had ripped off Willie’s tail, to find its construction to be that of a semi-flexible plastic tubular. “Perfect.” She admired only briefly her work, and began stripping clean the material off Willie’s tail. “Find a bottle—In that dumpster over there. You’ve got one too.” Kat started inserting the newly minted hosing from Willie’s now bared ass, and she promptly began siphoning into a spent jug of vodka she’d previously spent on her nightly bender.
Willie just thought she looked hot. Hell, the bandana-thing with the eyeholes made out of an old band uniform was every bit as good as a paper sack. He remembered many nights he just wished the woman he was with had a mask. ‘Cape good tarp make handy me fat girl,’ was quite exactly the thought roaming Willie’s mind that wonderfully passionate moment. WW had already made up his mind he was going to get fucked by EcoKat, no matter what happened.
Kat was just getting the fuel to start the process of leaving her mouth and entering that jug. She spit the liquid that gathered in her mouth, and spent the vapor from her lungs. She coughed a little, and thought, ‘not so bad. A lot worse later, I’m sure…’ She wasn’t real impressed with Willie so far. ‘Kinda dumb, but he might be fun,’ she thought. “Have you found a bottle yet?” Willie was just admiring her work, and she knew it. But she also knew he would do what she said, and she smiled as he turned to look into one of the restaurant’s disposal units at the back door of the pub. “I don’t have all day!” she notified, and Willie hastened his search. He found a plastic house brand and rushed it over to his new love.
Willie still didn’t realize what she was doing. ‘butt bend like hair strong fuck,’ he thought. When he handed her the bottle, she queried, “The lid?” Willie had left the thing capped. ‘booze no why want no booze oh well,’ he thought while uncapping the thing on her behalf. She seized it from him and transferred the fuel to the new vessel. While soaking up the gas collecting at the bases of the bottles from the exchange, Willie was all over it. ‘should touch wait willie hair wow big like’ and so forth bounced about the mache-space.
It was hours before Willie realized what had happened. He woke up, and his outfit was just ripped to shit. He remembered the first fire. Kat had constructed the couple of bombs and chucked them in the first recycling bin they could find. It seemed to Willie they did that all night long. And it seemed Willie had gotten his wish. They agreed to part, just as quickly as they’d met.
Ten months later, Willie got a call from EcoKat, and she said, “We need to talk.” Willie thought they had a mutual understanding. She hung up and a half hour later showed up at the door. She had given birth to pretty much what you would expect. Willie did not invite the pair in, and at long last, he was able to capture his voice:
“I want you to leave here, disappear, put that thing in a bag and chuck it in the Kaw,” he offered her his only known words, hopefully shutting the door on this spawn and his chosen mate’s still-masked face.
