Sebastian heard a clank outside in the hall, like someone had dropped something metal, followed by the footsteps of that person leaving. The gun! Shit!
“Really!” Fifi was looking up at him, coquettish.
Sebastian clapped a hand over “her” mouth. God-awful. That’s what he used to call Fifi all the fucking time. He savored the smells of their latest of so much sex. Why couldn’t he think of her as god-awful anymore?
“Know what?” Fifi asked.
He started sticking his fingers here and there, wondering if he could actually manage to do it one more time. “What?”
“If it weren’t for my boyfriend, we could, you know, maybe move in together. Take action!” Fifi stopped to giggle over what Sebastian was doing with his fingers and get all coquettish again. “And then we could do this…all…day…long! Really!”
Sebastian didn’t answer. He was getting serious again. But when he was finished it occurred to him to worry about whoever was in the hall discovering the gun that phony transgender Pat had found behind the walls. Along with all the other stuff that weirdly dressed Pat had crowbarred through the walls to find hidden back there. Some of that shit really did deserve to be called god-awful! “Wait here, Fifi!”
He squeezed through the mostly closed door into the hall. He was trying to stand up straight when something hard hit him, knocking him back. His skinny legs warbled, about to collapse underneath him. But he managed to look up in time to see the person hovering over him with a smile. It was Imogene’s father.
