31
Markus awoke late Sunday afternoon. He knew he wasn’t alone. He attempted to rise out of bed but a body was atop him. It was Vonchell. Her lovely face was on his chest, eyes closed, sleeping ever so peacefully. Her sweet breath was blowing into his nostrils. He immediately flipped Vonchell off of him and to the floor. She hit the floor hard.
“Ouch!” She yelled still half sleep. “Hey!” Vonchell said rising off the floor.
Markus was getting out the bed. He would have stepped on her if she hadn’t quickly moved out of his path.
Mango was deep in slumber at the foot of the bed. She was nude, sound asleep, snoring softly, looking satisfied and peaceful. He kicked her in her propped up ass and knocked her to the floor. Mango was roused out of sleep with pain.
“What the fuck!” she spoke with a heavy Brazilian.
“What the hell are you two doing in here?” He asked them.
“You don’t remember Big Dick,” Vonchell said with a laugh.
Mango got off the floor. He tried to situate his mind beyond the hangover. Markus remembered what happened. After Vonchell and Mango finished conversing with Sparks they walked over to him. They had drinks in hand and Markus drained both glasses. Then they escorted him to his room. He knew some sex had commenced afterwards.
Feeling woozy, he reached for his head, almost stumbling to the floor.
“You guys took advantage of me,” he tried to yell, but his head wouldn’t allow it.
“The way my pussy feels, I would say the advantage was all yours,” Vonchell laughed.
Her eyes glinted with intelligence. She had the eyes of a snake, cold and calculating. She seemed like she had triumphed in some way. She was wallowing in Markus’s confusion and anger.
“Most men are happy after being inside me.”
“Get out!” He told them.
He would have forced them out but he was feeling dizzy. He almost blacked out and it would have been due to his hangover and nothing more. They were naked and looking beautiful. Markus wasn’t sure about how he handled them in bed. His body was telling him he had entered at least one of the two.
Now all he wanted to do was take a shower. Markus wasn’t sure why he was angry, but he was. It was one thing fucking a woman when he wanted or as a business situation on film. He didn’t appreciate being molested, and taken advantage of. Markus had to laugh at himself.
A dude as big and sexual as me being taken advantage of, he mused. Sadly enough he had been taken advantage of his whole life. If not mentally then physically due to his fragile mentality, Markus was used to it. He had been drunk before and not felt the way he was feeling now. He wondered if Vonchell and Mango had slipped a Mickey in one of the drinks. He knew he shouldn’t have been as woozy as he was. He didn’t understand why Vonchell had made him her science project.
Once Vonchell and Mango left the room, he took a long shower. While he was inside the shower he thought about how even though Gary Zimmerman had hypnotized him and got a great deal of information out of him, he still couldn’t recall his past. He felt like he was seeing the world through someone else’s eyes. He had no idea how strange it felt until now.
Markus was easily manipulated, to the point where he hardly remembered doing the things he was asked to do. He was very submissive and agreeable, like a slave. He was the way he was programmed to be. He realized so many things were completely and utterly beyond his control. They didn’t have to slip anything in his drink he was programmed to fuck on command.
He thought about Emily after he was dressed. It was almost four in the afternoon when Markus went to the room he had designated for his daughter. She wasn’t there. Her bed had been made. Markus looked at the suitcase Gwyneth packed for Emily, and saw that she must have changed clothes. Markus searched the house.
He eventually found Emily in the kitchen with Entice. Entice was by the blender saying things that was making Emily laugh. They were blending what look like fruit smoothies. Emily saw her daddy and ran to him.
“Why do you sleep so much?” She asked.
Markus picked her up, and kissed her all over her face. He didn’t bother to explain things.
“Did your mother call?” He asked. At six years old Emily already had a cell phone.
“Yes,” she answered. “She said she’s gonna pick me up at eight.”
Markus let out a low moan. He didn’t want Gwyneth knowing where he lived. That would only be a problem in the future. She never knew where he lived before. He decided not to think about it. He looked over at Entice. He was pretty sure she had given Gwyneth the address. He cursed silently, but didn’t fault her one bit. It was his twisted life. And she was taking care of his daughter while he was drunk.
He asked Entice about Sparks’s whereabouts. She told him Sparks departed as the last person left the party. He laughed. With all the women crawling around, all the hot looking porn personnel, and all the sexual possibilities, as woman hungry as Sparks seemed, he probably was in Brooklyn handling his drug business. Perhaps Sparks went to one of his baby’s mother’s houses.
He checked his cell phone and saw there were a few messages. Then he listened to them all. Tanisha left one begging him to call her. He erased it and acted like she had never left one. Nancy Adler left a message telling him she wasn’t going to be able to attend the party. She also said Monday was a Jewish holiday and she wasn’t seeing any clients. She wanted to meet during the day instead of the evening. Markus found that humorous. Nancy Adler was taking their meeting as a date. Good, he thought. He decided to call her after Gwyneth picked up Emily.
Gwyneth arrived at eight. Markus didn’t want to see her face. If he did he might have been compelled to choke her to death. He had no choice but to talk because directly after she arrived, he kissed his daughter goodbye and sent her to Gwyneth. But Gwyneth sent Emily to Valencia then she walked into the house.
“You seem to be doing well,” she said, looking around. “This place is as big as the house in Los Angeles.”
“The house Jonathan allowed you to accompany him to once,” Markus laughed. “You were more of a slave to him than I could have ever been to you. You never loved him and he never loved you. You were both using each other.”
“That’s true. I guess he got the best of me, but I prevailed in the end.” It was Gwyneth’s turn to laugh. “I’m having that wonderful house he enjoyed in Los Angeles demolished.” She began walking around the living room at her leisure looking at the paintings on the wall, occasionally touching a decoration. “You didn’t furnish this place and neither did that ghetto looking bitch you have in here with you. Who did?”
“I don’t know,” he said honestly. “What the fuck do you wanna talk about bitch?”
“You move me when you call me that. I know you say it out of love,” she purred.
“Get on with it and or get out, Gwyneth. It matters little to me.”
“Why did you hire a private investigator?” She asked.
“How did you know?”
Gwyneth seemed confused. “You didn’t send him to interrogate me about your situation?”
“My situation,” he yelled.
He moved toward her. She gulped and reeled back. Markus saw genuine fear on her face. Seeing Gwyneth as scared as she looked pleased him, but it also made him feel disgusted with himself. He hated having a mean streak. He didn’t like what he was becoming. He calmed down.
“You were in a worse situation than me. You needed someone you could take advantage of. You were worse off than I could have ever been being hypnotized or whatever.”
“You’re so right, Markus,” she said with sadness. “Believe me when I tell you I never knew anything about hypnosis or this Randleman person. Jonathan left me in the dark. He was good at telling me nothing. Gary Zimmerman told me a few things and I told him all I knew. I was completely honest with him.”
Markus watched her. She could and would never be completely honest with anyone, herself included. He didn’t know
what to ask her or what to say to her. He could always gather what Gwyneth told Gary Zimmerman but he wasn’t sure if he wanted to pay the price. All he needed was a semblance of a relationship with her for the sake of his daughter. That was more than enough for him.
“How was the funeral?” He asked.
“It was the best funeral I’ve ever been to,” she smiled. “You should’ve been there. We could’ve tossed our roses with a smile on our faces.”
“Did you kill him?”
“Everyone’s been asking me that,” she said with a blank face.
“I wonder why?” He asked dryly.
“No,” she finally answered, but didn’t sound certain about the answer. “He was on his deathbed. And suppose I did. It wouldn’t matter anyway, if the glove doesn’t fit,” Gwyneth jested.
“Get out of my house,” he said in a not too nice of a tone. He had enough of Gwyneth. She was halfway toward the door when he asked one final question. “When are you gonna tell Emily about Jonathan?”
“When am I going to tell Emily that the devil is dead? I was hoping you would do that,” Gwyneth said, walking out the door.
Markus cursed her under his breath.
32
Nancy Adler and Markus agreed to meet at Union Square Park on 14th Street at noon. The weather was going to be nice. She proposed they sit in the park and talk. Nancy promised to bring a picnic basket catered by her favorite neighborhood deli. She asked if he preferred a certain type or brand of wine. He said as long as it was alcohol he would drink it.
Markus wasn’t sure what a picnic basket full of food and wine at a park in Union Square would be about. He had few dates with women he fucked on film, usually directly after work. After you had laid dick to a woman you just met, in front of two or three cameras, and in front of a half dozen people, romance wasn’t an option. Markus Johnson wasn’t sure what romance was. He knew he liked Nancy Adler. She was a person he could be completely honest with, and she was a person he knew for a fact wasn’t his friend for some ulterior motive.
He figured the date with Nancy would be good practice for when he got acquainted with Michelle, if he ever did. He wasn’t sure if Michelle wanted to hear from him again. She hung up on him.
“She probably thinks I’m crazy,” he said aloud while he was driving to Manhattan. He lived a little over two hours from New York.
When he lived in Brooklyn it would have only taken him thirty minutes to reach Manhattan. He was sure the conversation with the shrink would be worth the distance. Besides the photo shoot on Wednesday, and a trip to Japan the day after that, there was nothing pressing.
Markus parked his car in a parking lot when he reached the Union Square area. He walked out the parking lot two minutes past noon. The park was three short blocks away. There was no need to rush. Time was something that never had much precedence over his existence.
Twenty-one years old as far as he knew. He should have asked Gary Zimmerman how old he was, Markus thought about his name. He was certain Markus Johnson was an adopted name. He still wasn’t sure of what Gwyneth knew or didn’t know. There were certain things on his mind since he underwent the session with Zimmerman. He neglected to ask.
After he was roused out of the suggestive state, he asked who Michelle was. It was like he could care less about anything in regards to himself but that wasn’t so. He had no ability to focus on too many of his own concerns.
He was going to call Nancy and find out her exact location in the park, but after a couple of minutes he found her. Sitting on a bench under a tree, a wicker basket beside her, Nancy chose a great spot.
It was about seventy-five degrees with a light breeze, and lot of sunshine. The lid on the basket was closed, but Markus was sure there were a few treats inside. It looked big enough to hold a thanksgiving dinner.
“Why do you think I can’t focus on things of relevance to myself? Do you think it has something to do with the programming?” Markus asked, walking to Nancy.
“No hello?” She asked, feigning disappointment with a halfhearted laugh. “Jesus, Markus.”
“Sorry,” he mumbled. “What do you think?” Markus asked, sitting down.
“You are way too much,” Nancy laughed loudly then got into psychiatrist mode. “But if you truly want to know my assumption on the matter. I think perhaps you do have something inside your brain that suggests, encourages or urges you to be submissive.”
He began asking more questions. “How can I end my submissiveness or combat it? Why wasn’t Gary able to erase any of this?”
“Slow down,” she said with a bit of volume. Markus paused, staring at her. “I’m starving. Can we eat before we play twenty-one questions?”
“Sorry,” he said in a submissive tone. “Sure.”
“Do you really want to eat or are you suggestively submissive?”
“I don’t know. What do you think?” He said with a smile.
“You’re taking your whole ordeal well. I imagine another person may go crazy after finding out what you did. Another person may ask more questions and want to find out more. After the session was over you seemed strangely uninterested in a number of things Gary Zimmerman said.”
“Nancy, the way my life has been, not blacking out anymore is such a triumph. I feel like I wanna know more, but then I could care less. I just wanna know if I honestly don’t care or maybe something is making me not give a fuck. If you get my meaning…?”
“Have you contacted Michelle?”
“Yes…”
“And…” she probed. “What did she say? What did you say? Tell me all about it?”
“She hung up on me,” Markus said with emphasis.
Nancy ignored his tone. “Why did she hang up?”
“This isn’t one of your sessions. I ain’t on your couch. I’m on a bench in a park. Didn’t you say you were hungry? C’mon let’s eat,” Markus suggested.
Nancy Adler laughed then she spoke.
“Oh now let’s eat huh. Listen Markus, I know this is a date and this isn’t my office and this bench isn’t the couch. But obviously you still have many issues and things to talk about. You’re running with no more blackouts and flashbacks like that’s the end of it all. You have suffered some major mental trauma. You might not realize it now but you have.”
“You don’t think I realize how serious shit is for me?” He exasperated.
“I didn’t exactly say that. You know what, let’s eat and talk about this some other time,” Nancy said, opening the basket. “Want some wine?” She asked, pulling out the bottle and producing two wine glasses.
“Nancy you can’t drink out in a park like this, in the middle of the day, in Manhattan,” he said glancing around.
He was certain there were cops patrolling the park on the regular.
“Of course I can,” she said, laughing. “I’m white.”
She handed Markus a corkscrew. He popped the bottle of wine. They ceased talking about any dilemma Markus was facing and concentrated on current events and cracking jokes while drinking wine. They ate lunch on the park bench.
Nancy found Markus entertaining and quite humorous. He had a soul that made him seem far beyond his years, though she knew determining his age was something that went along with determining so many things about Markus. Even with that she was pretty sure he was no older than twenty-one.
After lunch they went for a stroll through the park. Markus found himself strolling across the street to a shoe store. Union Square Park was surrounded by so many stores. He should have known it wasn’t scientifically possibly for a woman to be around the area without at least window-shopping. Nancy did more than window shop. After she was all done, he was holding two out of the five shopping bags she had.
“Sorry,” she began shuffling with all her bags. “I know this wasn’t exactly what you expected the day to be.”
“I’ve been out with a woman or two. I figured this was exactly how it was gonna turn out. If you get my meaning…?”
“Now let’s get back to you,” Nancy said.
“Oh…” he moaned.
“You didn’t think I was going to let you get away that easy, did you?” she asked.
“Actually I did. I don’t see a good reason to continue discussing me professionally until I return from my trip to the Orient.”
“How long will you be in Japan?”
“For about four months. I’m doing two films. One called Mr. Excitement Does Japan, I know it sounds corny. The other is called Black Geisha. That film has a great script. I might have to take a look at it before things get underway.”
“You didn’t even take a look at the script?” She laughed. “The flight to Japan is such a long one. You’ll have more than enough time to skim through it.”
“True,” he said, laughing.
It was such a lovely day Markus and Nancy walked nearly thirty blocks talking, browsing through stores they found interesting, and enjoying each others company. Markus was so attracted to Nancy it scared him. He could tell that she felt the same way about him. Soon they found themselves a couple of blocks from where she lived in an upscale apartment high-rise. She told him where they were. He gave her a wicked grin and said, “Coincidence or fate.”
“Coincidence,” she blushed. “I feel like inviting you upstairs. But I know that wouldn’t be a wise move.”
“I know,” he told her with honesty. “I would wanna indulge once we got upstairs.”
He looked her over. She was the way she was usually dressed, very conservative. Her incredible frame made her look very much the opposite.
“I truly enjoyed the day,” she told him.
Markus figured the date was at its end. Putting her bags down, she opened her arms wide for a hug. He moved in and accepted her embrace. She felt so warm. He moved a hand to her face and lifted her jaw with a finger. They looked into each others’ eyes and kissed.
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