-“Listen, let’s get out of here and talk about this. There are monkeys on the coast.” Norman said this as he surveyed the diner.
They strolled together to the parking lot, and they sat in Mark's car to formulate a plan.
-“So, what’s it gonna be Mark? Are you in or not? We can make rich overnight.”
-“Norman, are you sure you want to do this? I may never own a fifty foot yacht, but at least I have a soul. This all sounds like bull shit.” Mark said.
-“Well, I’ve thought about it, and thought about it some more, until this has become an obsession to me.
Look at us man, we ain’t young pups anymore. I’m getting old, achy, and grumpy. Why I read the other day they are due to come out with new scientific breakthroughs to promote longevity. They already came out with Viagra, but since I can’t get women, there's not much point in taking it.
Why with that money, I’d move to Miami or the coast of California. I’d live in a yacht and have two hot women vying to suck my cock -- simultaneously, I would venture to think.
For what its worth, I’d live the rest of my days in luxury, and even extend my stay here indefinitely with the advances of science. So, the answer is, yes.”
-“You can’t buy another day of life, when it’s your time to go Norman, don’t fool yourself. Besides where would you get those seven innocent lambs?” Mark asked with skepticism.
-“Tell that to the people who died of the plague, or malaria before the vaccines were invented. This ain’t no life anyway. I am sixty-one years old. If I don’t make a radical change now, I’m a gonner that’s for sure. The winters here are too harsh cousin; they freeze your soul.
As to the lambs, I know exactly how to solve this problem. We will go down to Home Depot or U-haul and hire seven men. We will relieve them of their miseries.”
-“Are you nuts? Are you really willing to lose it all and go expedited to hell?” Mark asked now thoroughly shocked.
-“Cousin, that’s life. A few innocent slaughtered, and the majority saved. Or in other cases, a few privileged, and the masses fucked. It don’t matter to me none.
I’m doing it, and if you help me, I will share my wealth with you and leave you an inheritance. You're younger than me, so you will get the rest of the money when I leave.
I ain’t got that much time to think about it cousin. Let’s do it.” Norman said with finality.
Norman and Mark huddled close together to stave off the cold of the cavernous mine.
A nearby lantern provided weak illumination, as they each had a beer, and Mark listened to his I Pod from one ear.
They snacked on Doritos, and placed an open whiskey bottle not far from there. They hoped to entice their visitor with a token of their appreciation.
Several hours passed, when they fought off sleep, and alternated between short naps. Later in the night, close to three in the morning, a foul smell permeated the mine.
-“Mark, since I’m willing to sell my soul, I think it’s only fair that you suck his cock.” Norman rationalized.
To be continued…
