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CHAPTER 30 - PEEPING TOM GETS HIS CUM UP ENCE


MICHAEL


The silence is deafening, and I can feel the heat of hundreds of eyes boring into my face. “I do not know what you are talking about, Brian! As if I would do such a disgusting thing!”


“What's he done this time?” David asks as he and Alexi join us from the dance floor.  “Seriously, Michael, don't you ever get tired of making a spectacle out of yourself?”


“It's none of your fucking business!” I snap.


Just then the DJ starts to play Babooska by Kate Bush. “He’s right.” Alexi says, grabbing David's hand. “It's none of our business. How about we leave him to his stupidity while we go dance to my favorite song? After that, we can go to Shakshouka for that yummy egg dish, and then back to your place for something even yummier.”


Without even a look in my direction, the two of them hurry back to their spot on the floor and soon they’re so close together, it's nearly impossible to tell where one ends and the other begins.


When the fuck did that happen?  I thought David was interested in me, and now he's chasing that guy? I saw him first! I don't like this at all!


The cop clears his throat, bringing me back to the issue of the damned tee shirt.  I was hoping he would forget about it.


“So, how did the shirt get there?” He asks.


“ID?” I look at him trying to buy some time.


“Tip for you.” Sade rebukes me. “He’s a real cop, hence me being over here wanting to put my fist down your throat!”


“Licence and calm. We would lose it and you need to be.” Chyna joins her. “Kitchen. Go now, please.” With one more deadly look at me she huffs and stalks away. “So, how did that get there, if not by your hand?”


“Uh, Chyna, mind if I do my job?” The cop asks, smiling at her, and she waves at him to continue. “So, uh...what she said.”


“ID. As in I need to see it, and you need to…” I repeat, still stalling and my heart sinks as he pulls out his official ID. “Fine. As I said I had lost it and…”


“How did it get where he said it was?” Chyna demands and then looks embarrassed as Officer Xin clears his throat again. “Habit. Used to policing my state and this is my state. You gonna take him or are we on shutdown?” Everyone groans and grumbles at that question.


“There you are!” Justin exclaims coming back from wherever the fuck he went. “I was...what’s going on?”


“Voyeurism. As in Officer Xin is going to either take him to the precinct or Babylon is going to be shut down for the night.” Brian explains to him. “So, what’s it to be Creepella?” He glares at me.


Huffing with annoyance, I approach Officer Xin. “Not that there is this to sort out, but since I am not selfish, I will accompany you to get this misunderstanding cleared up. As I said earlier, I lost that shirt.”


“Of course you did!” Someone shouts out. “Xin, come out, get him outta here, his presence is making many a dick soft!”


“And that’s just with him standing there!” Sade shouts from behind the bar. “Him doing everything else we’ve heard, has merely cemented his rep as a dick deadener!!”


“He tops the A-List dontchaknow.” Chyna snipes, and I fume as Xin steps back a bit. “So, can we get back to getting our groove on?”


“Yep. This way…” He points in front of him, and with disdainful eyes boring into my retreating back I lead him out, I sigh heavily as the music comes back on to raucous cheering.


CHYNA


I head over to Sade who is crunching on something. “Ice cubes?” I query nudging her gently and I at least get a nod of confirmation. We both face the bottles trying to decide what to have to cool our jets. “So, what are we going to do about that?” I nod in the direction of an animatedly chatting Brian and Justin.


“What is there to do?” She sighs wistfully before reaching for the mandarin liqueur and champagne. “Let’s go on the other side. Guys, come join!” She calls to the rest of the group and they do so. “So what’s there to do about them?”


“About whom?” Drew is nuzzling Emmy’s neck, much to his immense delight.


“Well, The Desperado and The Eagle support group needs disbanding for a start, since they’ve got together under their own steam and…”


“The what group?” Justin asks and he and Brian come up with Cyn and Daph. Of course my slightly useless DJ would have to kill the tune then!


“The uh…” Ted trails off before looking at Emmy who looks like a deer in headlights.


“Desperado and The Eagle support group, who are they Ems?” Drew asks, turning him to face him. “Ems, who are they?”


His eyes slide towards me helplessly but he is saved from answering by Daph. “It’s us. The Desperado and The Eagle support group is us.” She smiles nervously at Justin who is looking as puzzled as Brian. “We were trying to get you guys together, and it turns out you didn’t need any help whatsoever…”


“Well a little bit of help!” I protest. “If it wasn’t for my carefully selected songs, you two would never have danced.”


“Carefully selected...what are you talking about?” David joins in with the confusion.


Sighing, I beckon them into the necking nook and wave that they sit down. “It was Vic.” I start to pour the drinks. “He thought that you two would be a good match, so he got us together to get you together.” At first they don’t say anything they are looking too stunned and then Justin starts to smile. “You aren’t mad?”


“You set this up? All of you? But we absolutely…”


“Fancied the asses off each other, yeah we noticed!” Daph laughs and clinks glasses with Cyn.


“So why the name though?” David asks as we all try not to smile at the fact that he and Alexi are conjoined from shoulder to ankle...they are sitting that close!


“According to Vic, it was bike for Brian and car for Justin.” Cyn explains.


“Bike?” Brian echoes and then he too is smiling. “Ah yes, one of my toys. So do I get to ride your Eagle since you’ve already ridden my Desperado?” He leers at Justin and then gives him a deep slow kiss


Cyn shakes her head and then clears her throat. “Just go, will you?!” She orders.


“Wait a second! What about Creepella? What are you going to do about him?” David turns back to me. “It sends out the wrong message if he is allowed to remain in the competition, even if he didn’t do what they say…”


“He was definitely there!” Brian objects.


“Did you see actually him?” Cyn asks. “He’s claiming he lost the tee but…”


“Why would it be there, and…” David pauses and then looks around. “Where’d Ethan go?”


“Why are we on about Ethan?”


“Michael said that Ethan visited him in hospital after his last pratfall. Why?”


“Maybe they are trying to do a Big Q here.” Ted sighs, and rolls his eyes, which then widen when Sade looks across at me. “What, they’re not? Surely not?”


“We’ve heard some rumours and they just that.” Sade explains. “But we are…”


“No, absolutely fucking not! Whatever it is you are thinking of doing, don’t!” Ted demands. “I am this close to getting him. I mean thisclose!” He exclaims. “Please, just kick him out of the competition.” Everyone is nodding. “Look what he did to the Big Q, it has taken them years to get this close and…” He pauses and then sighs. “...please, just kick him out.”


“Okay. We’re kicking him out.” I decide, and the relief and joy is palpable. “More than happy to give him his money back too. I want him to have no reason to come back.”


OUTSIDE 57THE PRECINCT - AN HOUR LATER


MICHAEL


Ethan hails a cab while smiling at me. I can’t understand it. “So, why did you come here? It’s not like I had to be rescued, you know? Like I said, I lost that shirt, which the police believed, the shirt being there doesn’t mean I was there.”


He indicates that I should get in first when the cab pulls up. “I thought he was lying, just doing it to humiliate you. Notice that Justin conveniently came in after the cop?”


“Yes, come to think of it, he did disappear pretty quickly. What a fucking loser he is!” I exclaim. “Anyway, enough about him, what have you got there?” I frown at the envelope in his hand. “Is that what that deranged woman tried to give me?” He nods, and I take it from him and tear it into as small a set of pieces as I can and stuff them in my jacket pocket. “Will get rid of it when I get home.” I explain at his confused expression.


“So, do you have it?” I nod and scowl. “So how’d you get it?” He asks quietly.


“Don’t know, it was over three years ago.”


“So, he could’ve given it to you and not the other way around, couldn’t he?” He looks at me keenly. “I mean, it should be easy enough to find out who she got it from…” He looks rueful. “...I mean if you tape it back together.”


“Yes…” I respond guardedly. “Why are you suggesting that? What happened to the other thing you hinted at?”


“I wasn’t hinting, I told you the facts as I heard them. What you took from that is up to you. As is this.” He leans forward and taps on the glass “Can you pull up here please?” The cabbie nods and pulls over, he gets out and speaks to him before turning back to me. “Think about what I’ve said.”


It isn’t until we get outside my house that I realise he left me with the fare...I just can't figure that guy out! I head inside and almost trip over the cases in the hall


“What the hell are they doing there?!” I demand, steadying myself. I stalk into the lounge and they are watching TV. “Where are you going now?!”


“Nowhere. You are leaving.” Uncle Vic retorts, not looking up from the TV. “We do not want a lying Peeping Tom in our home.”


“What the hell are you talking about? I am not…”


“You came home flustered and without the shirt, having left with it on. How did it get there, Michael?” Again he doesn’t look at me.


Fuck!


“I took it off in…”


“Michael, this is Liberty Avenue, where you are not liked by many a person.” He puts the TV on mute and they both turn to me. “You went for a walk and ended up at Justin’s house, where you wandered into the woods. Why were you at Justin’s house...were you looking for Brian? I mean, you went to his house first, right? Correction, mansions, you went to his first and then Justin’s.”


“I went for a walk.” I try to keep my tone as neutral and calm as possible.


“Yes, I know what you started to do. What we want to know is why you ended up where you ended up, doing what you were doing?”


“I was walking to ease my…”


“You were watching them fuck.” Ma states coldly and with a disgusted look on her face. “As you were wanking in the woods. You ran towards where they were, thinking that Brian was calling out to you.”


For the second time this evening I go cold. “I didn’t do any…” Before I finish that sentence I throw myself to the floor as Ma throws her cup of coffee at me and it smashes against the wall. “Ma, what the fuck?!” I scream before slowly getting up from behind the sofa.


“Out, Michael! Get out! You are no son of mine! I didn’t raise you to be that way!” She shouts icily. “Use some of the money that you have no doubt squirrelled away from the Big Q to furnish whatever the fuck lifestyle you want to live...but get out now! I have packed everything you bought...with your own money.”


“Look, I don’t know what lies people have been spread...wait, what do you mean with your own money?”


“Exactly that. You have bought most of your stuff in that room with money you borrowed from me. You haven’t begun to pay me back, and now that you are out of this house, you won’t. So I am keeping them. Like you said, they will appreciate in value.” She comes around the sofa and I start to back away. “Oh, don’t worry, I won’t be sullying my hand touching you anymore. I just want you to know that I intend to live high on the comical hog for a very long time, I have several interested buyers. Now, for the last time...get out or we will give the police the video of you in the woods!”


“I am not going…”


“Yes you are.” She steps towards me with her phone in her hand. “I am not kidding. Out, or this goes Liberty Avenue wide!”


I stare at her phone, and there on screen is a video of me walking into the woods at that fat ass’s place. Without another word I head to the hallway and pick up my cases.


VIC

 

I watch my former nephew finally get into a cab 30 minutes later, then pick up my phone and with one nod from Debs, I dial the number. “Ted, it’s me, Vic. He’s out. He’s all yours.”

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