Sex Magicians 5 What is Property?
That night Markoff Chaney had a dream come true. He was renting his old room at the Y again, using it as a base for further anti-Prong activities, and had gone out for a walk on Chicago Avenue. As he approached the intersection of Michigan and Lake Shore Drive, he was thinking about a new letterhead that would say FRATERNAL ORDER OF HATE GROUPS and have Robert Welch, Eldridge Cleaver, Robert DePugh, Jerry Rubin and George Wallace listed as officers. Perhaps he might add Ti-Grace Atkinson and make her "Chair person of the board. "
"Hssst, " a voice said, "You—yeah, you,shorty. " The midget stiffened in anger and whirled around.
"Hssst, " he said, "You, —yeah, you, you asshole. " "Hey, no offense, " the speaker said. "I got a business proposition for you. " The midget looked at him sharply: he didn't look at all as shady and unsavory as a person should look who was offering a business proposition on that corner to a total stranger.
"What are you selling?" he asked. "Not selling, " the friendly giant said. "Giving away. One hundred-fifty dollars. "
"And what do I have to do for it?" the midget asked warily, drawing a little closer.
"I'm a butler, " the man said-and in fact he did look like butlers the midget had seen in movies. His face was much longer from the nose down than most people's; it gave him a permanent look of one who smells something but hasn't found it yet. Most Chicagoans, the midget had noticed, look like they'd just found it and it was worse than they'd imagined.
"The lady I work for is very rich.And very eccentric. " He tried to leer suggestively: the effect was like a Bishop winking.
"She has a thing about m—about you people of less than average stature. "
Markoff Chaney felt his heart leap. Could it be true??
"I'm not going anyplace far from lights and police cars," he said cautiously. "It's just down the block. On Lake Shore Drive,"
"One hundred-fifty dollars?"
"That's right. She gets these moods and sends me out looking every so often."
"I'm game," the midget said, deciding. He could feel the pulse in his temple. Au revoir ma cherie, he thought, firmly convinced that was French for "good-bye to virginity."
"There's just one thing," the butler said as they walked along.
"You've got to do just what I tell you. Don't be afraid: she's not a real kink—no whips and chains or anything of that scene—but, well, her tastes are a little peculiar. I promise you won't be hurt."
"Tell me," the midget said.
"It's like a little drama or charade," the butler said, lowering his voice. He explained certain things.
"What?" the midget asked. "I don't get to fuck her?"
"But it will be enjoyable nonetheless," the butler said, "and you collect one hundred-fifty smackers for it, remember."
"Oh, well," the midget said, quoting himself, "insanity is the only viable aternative."
"Hssst, " a voice said, "You—yeah, you,shorty. " The midget stiffened in anger and whirled around.
"Hssst, " he said, "You, —yeah, you, you asshole. " "Hey, no offense, " the speaker said. "I got a business proposition for you. " The midget looked at him sharply: he didn't look at all as shady and unsavory as a person should look who was offering a business proposition on that corner to a total stranger.
"What are you selling?" he asked. "Not selling, " the friendly giant said. "Giving away. One hundred-fifty dollars. "
"And what do I have to do for it?" the midget asked warily, drawing a little closer.
"I'm a butler, " the man said-and in fact he did look like butlers the midget had seen in movies. His face was much longer from the nose down than most people's; it gave him a permanent look of one who smells something but hasn't found it yet. Most Chicagoans, the midget had noticed, look like they'd just found it and it was worse than they'd imagined.
"The lady I work for is very rich.And very eccentric. " He tried to leer suggestively: the effect was like a Bishop winking.
"She has a thing about m—about you people of less than average stature. "
Markoff Chaney felt his heart leap. Could it be true??
"I'm not going anyplace far from lights and police cars," he said cautiously. "It's just down the block. On Lake Shore Drive,"
"One hundred-fifty dollars?"
"That's right. She gets these moods and sends me out looking every so often."
"I'm game," the midget said, deciding. He could feel the pulse in his temple. Au revoir ma cherie, he thought, firmly convinced that was French for "good-bye to virginity."
"There's just one thing," the butler said as they walked along.
"You've got to do just what I tell you. Don't be afraid: she's not a real kink—no whips and chains or anything of that scene—but, well, her tastes are a little peculiar. I promise you won't be hurt."
"Tell me," the midget said.
"It's like a little drama or charade," the butler said, lowering his voice. He explained certain things.
"What?" the midget asked. "I don't get to fuck her?"
"But it will be enjoyable nonetheless," the butler said, "and you collect one hundred-fifty smackers for it, remember."
"Oh, well," the midget said, quoting himself, "insanity is the only viable aternative."
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