The Erection Set

“Will you quit knocking me in the head? One night on the beach I could take. It was fun and it was funny. Another time and it won’t be like that at all. You’re no little girl anymore, doll. When you take off those clothes you’re all lovely soft flesh and woman curves. I don’t buy the frustration bit at all. It gets hard on the dingus. We used to call it lover’s nuts.”

She had the jacket off and threw it on the rocking chair. She started on the buttons of the blouse when I put my lamp down and grabbed her before she could get them open. Sharon smiled and shook her head. “The last time I wanted you and you wouldn’t take me. Now I want you not to take me.”

“You don’t make sense,” I damn near shouted.

“Please, Dog? Just this once? It won’t happen again.”

“Look, fantasies are fine, but ...”

“Sometimes you live with fantasies a long time. Please, Dog?” She pushed me away with small, gentle hands and walked back to the dresser. I watched her undress slowly, feeling my insides go tumbling all over again. She was more beautiful than ever in that pale yellow light, but a different kind, a beautiful, a young, unself-conscious kind of beautiful. When she was all naked she tossed the single cover back and writhed down under it.

I looked at her, wondering what the hell I was letting myself in for, then I undressed too, but not with the same unself-consciousness. I did it fast, blew out the lamps and got in beside her.

“Just hold me,” she said.

I wanted to say the same thing, but I didn’t.

XII

The .45 was in my hand, the hammer cocked the second I touched the knob. Lee was a typical New Yorker who kept himself barricaded behind triple locks and now the door swung open easily. I had gone too far to pull back so I smashed on it, hit the floor rolling and ended up in a corner ready to spit lead at anybody who came at me.

I waited, changed positions fast and waited again. Nothing moved. Motes of dust danced in the late-morning sunlight streaming in the windows and from the street below the traffic noises were a dull hum. When another thirty seconds had passed I stood up and angled toward the door of my bedroom. It was empty, untouched and just as quiet.

On the other side of the living room Lee’s door was closed, a half-dozen letters and the day’s paper strewn on the floor. I reached it quickly, kicked it open and waited to see what would happen. Nothing did.

But this time I heard a noise, an almost inaudible murmur with odd bubbly overtones. The blinds were still down and I picked my way across the unmade-up bedroom to Lee’s bathroom, the strange sounds getting faintly louder, seeming to rise, fall, then break with a weird hysteria.

Then I knew what the sounds really were, shoved the gun back and went through the door so hard I snapped the tongue out of the lock. Lee was stretched out in the tub, hands and feet lashed together behind his back, his mouth taped with wide surgical adhesive. The heavy metal desk chair had been tossed on top of him to keep him at the bottom and the tap turned on a slow trickle to make dying a long-drawn-out torturous affair. Muscles in his neck were taut cords as he stretched to keep his face above the surface, his eyes bulging wide with terror.

I turned the tap, flipped the chair away and dragged him out of the tub. When I cut through the tape that bound him the sudden release of his twisted body brought vomit spewing out of his nose and I ripped the gag off his mouth with one pull before he could choke to death. He looked up at me, groaned once and went into a dead faint.

Aside from a small discoloration on his temple there weren’t any marks on him at all. I got Lee in bed, cleaned up and sat there mopping him with a cold wet towel until his eyes fluttered open. I said, “Take it easy, don’t push it. We’ll talk later.”

His head made a small motion in acknowledgment.

“You hurt at all?”

One hand made a negative sign.

“Okay, then stay there.”

I wet the towel again, laid it across his forehead and went out and locked the front door. I kept saying damn to myself for being idiot enough to think this wouldn’t happen. I’d left everybody exposed I had touched because I didn’t figure they’d be dumb enough to want to set the whole dirty machine in operation again and I was as wrong as hell. There wasn’t any sense trying to follow up the attempted hit. The tub had been almost filled, which meant the water trap had been set long enough ago to give anybody a good chance to clear out. It had been a simple operation. They caught Lee coming up with the mail, held a gun on him, followed him in and sapped him.

I picked up the letters from the floor, then looked at the dateline on the newspaper. It was yesterday’s. That meant they nailed him last night coming in from work. They had waited right through the night hoping to get me and when I didn’t show, decided to leave a present for me.