Mercenary Story (Part 2)

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Another passage:

A young woman approached the bar and stood next to Greg. She was around the age of twenty-two and her face was covered with make-up. She had sandy blond hair and green eyes. She wore a red tank top, white hot pants, and wore high heels. She looked at Greg promiscuously and then ordered a light beer. She was given a bottle and started to drink it in a lewd way that made Greg uncomfortable.

“You looking for a good time, handsome?”

“Are you some sort of prostitute?”

“Ja.”

“Look, I already have a girl and she puts out for me. Now bugger off”

“I can be dirty.”

“I’m not interested.” He said as he downed his drink. He suddenly came to a realization. “But I know someone who is.”

Greg paid for both of their drinks and lead the woman back to his apartment. He asked her name and she said it was Kristi. He let Kristi into his apartment and knocked at Rocco’s door. Rocco answered and then stared at the woman.

“I got you a house warming gift. Rocco, this is Kristi. She’s a call girl.”

Greg handed her five hundred rand in advance. “You get an hour and a half with her. Just send her back with her hair in a mess, exhausted and tired.”

Greg slapped Kristi on the bum, sent her off with Rocco, and she closed and locked the door. He took a Pepsi out of the fridge and took a sip. He then went into his room and started to do bicep curls with ten pound barbells. He did thirty of them on each arm and then began to do sit ups. He felt weak and out of shape, so he wanted to build up his body.

He tried to ignore the noise next door by playing Joy Division on full volume. They were a pretty good band that Johnny had suggested to him. He was surprised to learn that their lead singer killed himself in 1980. The remaining members went on to form New Order. He had heard some of their music and they weren’t bad. He still preferred what he considered the three pioneers of music: Iggy Pop, Lou Reed, and David Bowie.

He had seen Iggy in concert when he was seventeen. The guy was pretty rambunctious, but was a kick ass singer. He had smoked a joint at the concert and woke up in the morning with a bad headache. He hadn’t listen to Lou Reed lately, but he consider his music a good choice to mellow out to. He absolutely loved Bowie. The man had a very distinct style. His love of Bowie had earned him the nickname “Ziggy” in high school.