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“That’s
because I didn’t drive my regular car today. It’s too conspicuous. Wouldn’t
want to get pulled over by any cops while I’m working…and especially not
by one of the dirty ones that you probably pay to rob your customers,” Troy
answered.
Manuel
heard Troy’s accusation but didn’t flinch or appear visibly bothered by it,
probably because there was so much truth in it. However, Manuel would never use
police officers in the way Troy suggested although he knew of other narcotics distributors
who did. He certainly paid certain dirty cops to stay off of his back but he
would never trust them to be that entwined in his illegal entanglements. He
understood one thing; men who belonged on the right side of the law but had
chosen to cross over to the wrong side could be bought but usually, they were
also very greedy. Therefore, he kept his dealings with them to a minimum.
“Smart
move but pointless my friend. You might as well drive the big boy and enjoy
every minute of riding around in luxury. You’re afraid of being too flashy but
you might as well be while you’re out here. How do you think the story ends for
men like us? You think we make enough money…then get to retire? Maybe invest
our money in legit businesses and fade away? No, my friend. Men like us either
die quick from bullets, or slow behind bars so you might as will live fast
before it’s all over,” said Manuel as he prophesied a bleak future for himself
and for Troy as well.
“Reggie
didn’t die behind bars or from bullets. He died ugly. Somebody cut him up and
tortured him before they ended him,” Troy reminded Manuel who still didn’t
flinch. “I’m good at the pace I’m moving now, doing things the way I do them
now.”
“So I’ve
always noticed…but, today you’re here to buy more than you usually buy. Making
one big push and then you’re out huh?” Manuel asked.
“Don’t
worry about what I’m doing bro,” Troy answered.
The
first thing anyone noticed when they walked into Manuel’s office was the
enormous black and white photograph on the wall behind his desk of a nude
woman, intimately entwined with a shiny black snake as she lay on her back with
her legs spread eagle. The photographer had taken the picture at an angle where
he must have been on his knees on the edge of the bed in front of her, almost close
enough to perform oral sex on the model. She was clean-shaven, exposing
everything from her smooth, plump vagina lips to her swollen clitoris. The
thick serpent was coiled around her waist and thighs.
“I
wonder if you’re the snake who corrupts or the woman who gets seduced?” Troy
asked Manuel as he studied the photograph.
Manuel
smiled and didn’t appear offended at all.
“Sometimes,
I’m both. I am what I need to be to get what I want. But, it’s all a matter of
perspective. Because of all the biblical mythology and silly dogma you people
were raised on and force-fed, you always assume that the snake represents
corruption…and sin. But, what if it’s the woman who has seduced the snake?”
Manuel asked. Then he turned around in his swivel chair to point at the
flicking tongue of the snake in the photo. “Look at its tongue and how close it
is to that pretty pussy. To me, and looks like that beautiful woman has tempted
it to have a taste of that sweetness.”
“That’s
an interesting way to look at it. Anyway, I just want to make this quick and
get out of here.”
“What’s
your rush today hermano. Have a seat, share a drink…relax. My cousin just
brought me a few bottles of Brugal from back home,” Manuel said to Troy. A
subtle head nod sent his henchman off to fetch the alcohol and shot glasses.
“No
thanks,” Troy told Manuel as Ernesto approached them with the bottle of
Dominican liquor. “Like I said, I just want to pay for this work and be on my
way. It’s snowing heavy outside and I rather be home before the streets get
much worse,” he said, holding up his duffel bag of money.
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