The Creep (19 page)

"Of course I could talk to people and listen to them, but how would I get paid?" The young man could see the dollar signs.

"Have you got a buck on you? Get me a coffee and a donut and I'll tell you the whole scheme. You can make a hundred, two hundred bucks a day.
Maybe more."

"Where do I get the coffee from?" The young man stood up and looked around.

"From any one of the thousand vendors.
Look there's one over there." Bishman pointed about fifty feet away. They were everywhere.
Where has this cretin been all his life?

"Cream and five extra sugars.
I'll be here."

The youth must have been nineteen or twenty. No job, no goals, no hope, no nothing. If you don' t stand for something you'll fall for anything and this young man was just about to make the biggest fall in his short career.

"There ya' go, I got you a jelly donut."

"Good one. That'll hit the spot. People don't realize how important coffee and donuts are. I'll explain it to you. You know everything is made up of atoms. That's all we are, millions of atoms. An atom is made up of protons, neutrons and electrons, and they're all held together in some sort of cohesive glue.

"The scientists have always been baffled by this ocean in which everything floats around because it can't be measured as
matter,
it's more like units of energy. Scientists call this cohesive glue, 'gluon' - but they've got it all wrong. What hangs everything together is coffee and donuts.

"Take the coffee and donut vendors off the streets of Manhattan and the very fabric of society would disintegrate. People would walk around in a
daze." Bishman smiled and licked his fingers free of the sugar that came off the jelly donut he'd been eating while he told the story.

Bishman finished his cof
fee, which had become cold. "D'
you
realize
there are thousands of old people and invalids out there who have no-one to talk to. They live in nursing homes and hospitals, many times their own homes. A lot of them have plenty of money and their own families have deserted them. You don't want too many clients. You just want a few - with money. You go around to their place and just sit and listen to their
boring reminiscences for a few hours at a time. If they ever dry up, which is decidedly r
arely, all you have to say is: w
hat happened next? That'll keep them going
for another few hours - they'l
1 start rambling away again. At the end of four or five hours you pick up your fifty or hundred bucks, it's up to you. Then you make the appointment for the same time next week.

"You see, the secret is just having a few clients who pay you hard cash, week after week. Are you interested in becoming a conversationalist?" Bishman waited for an answer. It didn't take long.

"Yeah, it sounds too good to be true, but it makes a lot of sense."

Bishman burped, bringing up some acid and donut. He swallowed,
then
wished he hadn't. "Think about it. No-one knows how to handle the plight of the old people. I've laid it out on a silver platter for you."

"How can I start? What do I have to do? I want to become a conversationalist!" The young man could see a thousand bucks a week, easily.

"Look, I'm out of time now. I've got to see someone else and get them set up as a conversationalist. Meet me over at the corner of the park at around ten tonight. I'll be done by then and we'll talk. I'll give you all the names, addresses and phone numbers you'll need. I'll see ya later," said Bishman pointing to the corner of the Central Park.

"Yeah on the corner about ten.
What's your name?"

"Call me Richard," said Bishman.

"I'm Wally. I'll see ya at ten,"

"Yeah, see ya then." Bishman went off humming
Who Wants to be a Millionaire?

The theme was hearts. The bath was heart-shaped, the
Jacuzzi
was heart-shaped,
the
sauna room was heart-shaped. It was fantastic. It was like one of the honeymoon suites in a motel in the Poconos. This was the room Anita had fallen in love with when she first met Harvey at his party. She was inspired by the elegance and enchantment of the room.

They soaked in the
jacuzzi
, drinking pink champagne and talking. The night was still young. They'd had an incredibly relaxing day together.

"What's the latest on Bob?"

"How come we always end up talking about Bob?"

"I don't know, but you've always got more to say about Bob than you have about Max -
and Max is pulling in millions while Bob's not even paying you."

"Bob's like a drug in a funny sort of way
...
I can't get enough of him, I've thought about it myself. You know my interest is people and psychology.

"Bob told me the nurses in the psychiatric ward found him the most interesting case they've ever worked with. I can understand why. Everything
he tells me is interesting.
Mind blowing actually.
He still keeps saying, 'No biggie' and 'Boogaloo' practically every other
sentence, and bugging his eyes out. It's quite frightening, but I'm used to it now." Harvey topped up Anita's champagne glass, then his own,
then
plopped in more strawberries from a crystal dish.

"Go on." Anita fished out a huge strawberry with her fingers and popped it into Harvey's waiting mouth.

"Are you sure you really want to hear more?" Harvey attacked his strawberries too, and fed one to Anita. A small one; it was a joke.

"Yes, really, I'm as fascinated as you are. He sounds really
cree
...
I don't know, weird."

"The other night I took him out to dinner, nothing fancy, a small Greek restaurant in Westwood Village. The place was pretty busy. A few weeks earlier he'd asked me about making money and what the secret was. I had told him what I believe, that you have to have a burning desire to make something happen. Not just a plain wish but a real burning desire. We had this conversation in my office, just the two of us. To emphasize the point I smashed my fist on the table and screamed
'Got to have it! Must have it! I'll die if I don't get it!'

"He seemed to take it in and I thought no
more of it.
Until we were having our Greek meal.
He suddenly looked up at me and said, 'I really do understand what you meant about burning desire.' At that moment I knew we were doomed and there was nothing I could do to stop him. His fist came crashing down o
n the table as he scr
eamed
...
'
I've
go
t to have it! I must have it! I'll
die if I don't get it'
... full pelt at the top of his voice, and of course Klefticon and Souvlaki and a pitcher of draft Bud went flying everywhere. I just carried on eating. Every head in the place turned and looked at us. But I pretended nothing had happened - probably the best way to play it. It was really quite bizarre." He topped up the champagne again and smiled.

"Jeeeez, it's enough to give you the willies. D'you
think
he's dangerous?" Anita splashed Harvey for fun.

"I reckon he could be if he was pushed. I want to see where the whole thing leads. It's my most fascinating case yet." Harvey splashed Anita back and that started a grand splashing contest.

"You ready to get out? I want to show you the rest of the bedroom."

"Yes sure, shall we take the champagne with us?"

"You bet. Is there any more in that bottle
...
no it's empty, I'll get another. I'll be back in two seconds, probably less. You can shower if you like,
then
make your way to the bed. I'll be right with you."

Anita showered and got into the heart-shaped bed: luxurious pink silk sheets, heart-shaped duck down pillows.
Surely he'll make love to me tonight,
she thought as she rubbed herself on the smooth silk sheets. She couldn't wait. She wanted to see him as well.

Harvey returned: "Let me just get the cork out and I'll be right with you." For fun, he deliberately popped the cork loudly and let the cork hit the ceiling. He poured two glasses that literally
overflowed everywhere. There were still strawberries in both glasses.

He slipped his bright red boxer shorts to the floor and Anita gasped. He stood there for a moment while she took it all in. It wasn't the length of it so much - eight inches perhaps - it was the thickness of it. She felt herself go all weak. If she hadn't been
lying
in bed she would have fainted. It was like a baby's forearm. Her pupils dilated and her eyebrows went up in the air of their own accord, while her eyelashes fluttered uncontrollably.

Her throat was dry. She was intensely excited. As he climbed into bed, she took hold of it and she couldn't close her fingers around it. It looked magnificent as he slipped in between the sheets. He took her in his arms
and gave her the longest, slipperiest French kiss they'd ever had. Anita was fully turned on, her heart was pounding.

He gently eased her on top of him and pulled back the duvet. "Slide up here - no, more,
higher
." Harvey's strong arms pulled her up his chest. She straddled across him, willingly.

"You want me to come higher?" Anita wasn't sure what the game plan was, but she was up for it.

"Sure, come all the way up - that's it, even more." He could smell her odor although they had just gotten out the shower, and he nuzzled his face carefully into her crotch.

He licked his tongue in and out, very gently teasing the flaps of her pussy. He did it for what seemed ages. He fondled her breasts and felt the shape of them.
Full breasts, nipples getting
firmer and firmer.
Anita made herself more comfortable and pushed her pussy into his face as if to say more
...
harder
...
now.

Harvey was not to be rushed. He kept teasing and gently running his tongue over the lips. Then he started to go a little harder and then eased the lips apart and licked them from one end to the other. His tongue flashed in and out of her, into all the crinkly bits as well, slowly but surely.

Every now and then his tongue would touch her clitoris and she would let out an appreciative sigh or moan. He just kept teasing, their breathing getting heavier all the time.

He eventually allowed his tongue to find the hood and play with
her clit
it ever so gently. He licked, sucked and swallowed on it, and kissed it and increased the pressure until it was unbearable. She put her hand behind herself to feel him and she couldn't believe it. She p
layed with hi
m exceptionally gently, slowly working her hand up and
down,
and every now
and then played with his balls. The more she felt him, the more she got turned on. She was soaking wet.

He continued working on her breasts and licking her clit. She exploded into a wild orgasm, a wave of ecstasy showered over her body. He kissed her pussy over and over again, incredibly gently as if to say thank you, bringing her down very gently. She thought it was over but it had only just begun. All Harvey needed was a recharge.

"Let's just top these up," he said as he filled the glasses, took a long sip, then another.

"You know what, Bob always says Antibodies when he raises his glass.
Quite funny, really.
I've never heard anybody else say that."

Anita toasted Harvey and said: "Antibodies - ha ha ha."

"Don't you start, that's all we need, two psychos."

"Why did you say psycho? Jeeez, you worry me. Is he safe? Are you all right with him?"

"Of course I am." Harvey started playing with Anita's tits. They were baby soft.

"I love your
breasts,
they're the most beautiful tits in the world." He caressed, kissed and played with them as he
marveled
at their tan, texture, shape and fullness.