He had been in love once.
Yes, he had married a woman and buried her, but he had never loved her. The children? Just for show. They were just chess pieces, really. Things to be moved around and pushed aside, sliding like knights and pawns on a hard marble floor.
Sitting on the front porch of his house, he watched the odd Finkelstein girl play with that Jewish boy, Rosebalm something or other. He couldn’t care less about the boy, but the girl gave him the fucking creeps.
But watching the two of them, knowing that something was blooming between them like the flowers they picked (some sort of purple flower, as far as he could tell), he thought of the man he had loved. And the moment he had to let him go.
There was a rustle in the bushes surrounding his house. He sighed. Children. “Whom ever is there, please show yourself.” He said softly.
He expected a young man. He was surprised, therefore, to see a young woman. She was small and petite. Dark brown hair framed a happy face and skin that was blushing red. “I’m so sorry,” She said. “I was looking at the house across the street?” The woman arranged herself, pulling her shirt lower and revealing a lot of cleavage.
He sighed. “Now why do you have to go and do that?”
The petite woman smiled. “It usually get’s a man’s attention.” She said.
“Not this man.” He said.
“I can see that.” She motioned at the house. “What do you know about them?”
Wallace patted the swing bench next to him. “Where I come from, someone wants to know something, they sit a spell.”
The woman with the curling brown hair cocked her head at him and pulled her sunglasses down the bridge of her nose. She regarded him with a wry glare. “You’re a quick one aren’t you?”
Wallace chuckled. “I used to be.”
He waited until she was sitting next to him. “What’s a pretty young thing like you doing out here?” He asked.
The little lady actually chuckled. “Oh, I bet you say that to all the girls.”
Chuckling in return, Wallace put his hand on the woman’s leg. When she didn’t resist, he moved his hand higher, towards her crotch. Her legs were smooth under his touch. When he went higher, she pushed his hand away.
“Not out here,” She said. Her voice was full of laughter. “If you want me, it’ll have to be somewhere more private.”
Walter’s cock may have been a bit long in the tooth, but it reacted to the tone in her voice. “I think that can be arranged.
She laughed and entered the house. He entered after her, only to find the foyer empty. “Hello?” He asked. “Is there anyone there?” Wallace sighed. He had sealed his own fate by saying that, he thought. Why do we always sound like stupid horror movie heroine’s in times of crisis?
The door snapped shut behind him, Wallace Wallawallawashington turned. When the cold steel of a gun was pressed into his back, Wallace cursed himself for not checking her purse. He sighed again. This was turning out to be a very bad day.
“What do you want to know?”
“What you could have told me outside.” The woman said. “But you wanted to get to know me better.”
“Look, there’s been a misunderstanding.”
“Oh, there’s no understanding.” She said. Though he could not see her, he could hear the smile. “I think we understand each other quite well right now, don’t we?” She pressed the gun further into his back.
Pain ran down his spine. “Yes.” He said through clenched teeth. “What do they call you?” He asked. Being ex-military, he knew that someone like her would never use her real name.
“Irwin.” She said. “I am Irwin.”
Wallawallawashington shivered. He had heard this name whispered in amongst his circiles. If the Irwin had come to Kilkades Dare, they were all seriously fucked in the ear with a paddle while swimming down shit creek.
“Why are you here?” He asked. He tried to keep the excited tone out of his voice, tried to keep his dick from getting hard. But he couldn’t help it. This was almost like being in battle again. The thrill was the same, at any rate.
“I told you.” The Irwin said. “I want some information about your neighbour across the street.”
“Ignatious?” He asked. “Ignatious Finkelstein?
The Irwin sighed. “Yes, dumbass.” She pushed him into a chair. “I need information.” She nudged him with the but of the revolver when he grimaced. “If you give me the information I want, I’ll let you live. If you don’t, I’ll kill you.”
There was a beat of silence before he spoke. “You’re asking me to become a traitor?”
Now that he could see her, Wallawallawashington was frightened. Her dark eyes flashed at him. “What choice do you have?”
Staring down the dark and shadow filled barrel of a gun, Major Wallace Wallawallawashington took a deep breath and made his choice.
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