Near Matches
Ignore Exact
Everything
2
The Kim Li Diaries: Chapter Nine
(
fiction
)
by
dannye
Fri Dec 01 2000 at 4:21:24
Deck had gotten used to that 5 o'clock call from Kim Li every day. It had always come, just like
clockwork
, right on the dot. And every day it had been the same shit: "Mr. Coffield, do you still have possession of the book?" And every day, Deck had told him some version of this: "Yeah. And, uh, . . . how about that other $500, my
main man
. This is turning into more work than I figured." Kim’s answer was always, “No.”
He put the pedal down on the Nova and tossed his used Lucky out the open window. He thought of Seedy Petey Wilson, out in the
bush
es at Babs’ house, trying like hell to get the
pit bull
’s jaws un
clampe
d from his ass. He was still trying to figure out the
Ute Lemper
connection as he drove his
piece of shit car
to the address he had secretly been wanting to investigate since day one.
I mean, how much more background work could he do? He'd spent all of the minutes from the
phone card
he’d stolen at the airport from some
dumb fuck
, and he'd still not gotten through to Ute Lemper at the German
spa
where his
malignant
brother, Frieborg, told him she was known to
hang out
.
The fat
Nazi
bitches at that place kept telling Deck, "Täg! Täg! Yah, ve vill fetch der Ute vröm der föokenställen," or some such
bullshit
. But the phone line would just go
dead
before he could get any further.
Deck felt more sure than ever that the
key
to this whole thing was some twisted relationship between Kim Li and Ute Lemper. It sure wasn't going to hurt
her
career
any, so it must be something that was an
embarrassment
to Kim.
Deck filled up the plastic cup between his legs with some warm JTS Brown. "Damn," he thought as he pulled up to the corner of 59th and Grant and watched a hairlipped hooker pull her mini-skirt up to her navel, showing him a
trooper-trimmed triangle
, "this whisky could use some ice."
Then it hit him like a sock full of marbles.
"That was it!"
he yelled to himself. Kim Li was someone who was way more
important
than he let on. "Yeah," thought Deck, "this is what we oughta be looking into! It's not the
girls
; it's the
kid
! He must be the one with the
bucks
and something to
lose
!"
But, in his heart, he felt something might be terribly
amiss
. Not getting that phone call today felt like a
buttplug
without the
jelly
.
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The Kim Li Diaries: Chapter Ten
Nefarious uses for a beard trimmer
The Kim Li Diaries: Chapter Eight
The Kim Li Diaries
Editor Log: October 10, 2000
Remember your Dreams
The Main Man
Phrasing
Neil Sedaka
Judy Blume
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