...he looked over the edge...into infinity...and there in front of him was what he'd been searching for...a peanut butter sandwich...with jelly...he knew the search would continue until he found...milk.

Friday, July 27, 2007

A Night at Belles (cont)

Jerry and Jim abandoned the front doors to start mingling with the crowd. They were not there to socialize. They were there to cool emotions. The Kodon warriors out numbered the girls by over 3 to 1. Jerry and Jim seemed to know exactly the right time and place to be when emotions started heating up. By their very presence an island of calm would ripple out and around them. This crowd was going to be difficult. Soldiers by their very nature are not easily cowed. As the smell of alcohol, hemp and sex began to fill the room the risks for violence increased. Jerry and Jim knew violence well, it was the death that accompanied it that they continuously tried to avoid. 
 
The Madam, Belle, had hired Jerry and Jim 3 monsoon periods ago. They had shown up on her door step in the midst of a down pour. Bedraggled, wet, and hungry.

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