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meant it.
He fixed her coffee and took it to her. Her eyes thanked him and she
asked him, "What's the gig with the weapons of destruction?"
He told her, "I kill people."
She squealed with genuine delight and cried, "Now you're getting with
the honesty bag. You don't liberate enslaved peoples, you don't uphold law'n
order, you just flat out, honestly, straight from the gut kill people. Now I
like that."
He showed her a wry smile and said, "Sure. It's a bloody gas."
Her eyes widened suddenly and, in an awed tone, she declared, "Far out.
I know who... you're that executioner dude. You're..."
He said, "I told the China doll I'd wait for an hour. When that hour is
up, I'll be leaving. Until then, let's you and I just cool it. I'm not going
to hurt you, so just..."
"Far out! I was down in the desert last year when you - I saw your
picture I guess a hundred times, on television and everything. Hey, I was at
that commune down by Twenty Nine Palms. You know the one?"
He shook his head. "No, I..."
The blonde had thrown herself half off the couch to reach the sleeping
girl, and she was tugging at her blanket and trying to arouse her. "Hey,
Panda... Panda - wake up!"
She won the battle for the blanket and jerked it clear, flinging it
across the room.
The other girl was as organically honest - and as esthetically
pleasing - as her buddy, but not quite as willing to face the new day. She
curled her nudity into a tight ball, hugging her knees and moaning, "Don't,
don't, that's not fair, Cynthey, don't do that."
Bolan went over and got the blanket and arranged it over the girl, and
he told the other one, "Let her sleep."
She sniffed and said, That's Panda Bare. Not her real name of course,
but it's honest enough for the squares that watch us do our thing. We're
actresses. I'm Cynthia. Believe it or not, I'm a star, a real live movie
star."
Bolan said, "Congratulations."
"You don't believe me. Have you ever seen Midsummer Night's Wetdream?"
He smiled and shook his head in a negative reply.
"How about Hotpants Honeypot? Three On A Mattress?"
Bolan said, "No, I guess not."
"They're porno movies, skin flicks. Haven't you ever seen any?"
"I guess not."
"I co-starred with Panda in Three On A Mattress. She's a lez."
Bolan said, "Do tell."
"Well I'm not. Hey! Did you come here to talk to me?"
He asked her, "Why would I?"
"Am I working for the fucking Mafia? Is that what you're saying?"
Bolan smiled. "Did I say that?"
"You didn't have to. I've suspected it for a long time now. They're
Italians. Everybody in the fucking company is an Italian."
He told her, "So are some of the finest citizens this country has ever
produced. A name doesn't mean anything."