So it was late on Monday night the two ventured back up North to the house where Norman continued trying to crack the safe as Xavier filled up the back of the work van with all sorts of stolen items. This time Xavier went down his list the two had compiled: one full length silver chinchilla coat, one knee length Russian sable 'swing' coat, one black mink stole and one ermine wrap. Seven designer leather and snakeskin hand bags, fifteen pairs of expensive high heels, one jewelry armoire that was waist high and full of gold necklaces, bracelets, sapphires, diamonds, emerald rings, dozens of gold and silver earrings, three pair of diamond stud earrings in 1 carat, 2 carat, and a large 3 carat pair. This was all taken from Teddy's mother. However, Xavier had always been treated well by Olivia, Teddy's sister, so Xavier did not take anything from her room, instructing Norman to stay out of Olivia's things; which Norma could appreciate and respect. The may be heartless thieves but they did not want to be rude to Xavier's former flame. However, when they came to Teddy's room up on the second floor Xavier and Norman stripped the room bare of a large Sony television set, a Sony video cassette recording machine, an outrageously expensive stereo receiver and turntable by Burmster Audio and two huge JBL speakers, along with all of Teddy's record collection, some 200 lp's. Xavier also took Teddy's class ring and a Tag Heuer sport watch, along with a few of his bottles of French cologne. When Xavier had taken his fill of items he paused and went over to Teddy's bed where he pulled back the goose down duvet and presently pissed all over the sheets. His urine soaking deep down into the mattress. When Xavier had thusly relieved himself, upon the bed of the man he despised, Xavier smiled with a great deal of satisfaction gently pulling the covers back and zipping up his trousers.
Xavier was running out of room in the van so they decided to come back tomorrow for the crates of wine they had piled up in the kitchen, though Xavier was able to squeeze a crate of Perrier Jouet champagne into the back of the van by the speakers. However, Norman needed a few more hours on the safe so they drove back on the dark road heading back to Norman's shop where they would stash everything, everything except the stereo equipment, speakers, lp's and the T.V., these items were brought directly upstairs and situated in Norman's flat. He was glad to give the stereo and it's booming speakers a new home, he knew he would take great care of them. Xavier uncorked a bottle of the champagne as Norman carefully selected an album, Led Zeppelin's Physical Graffiti, and was enraptured by the sound of the music he loved.
The two were ecstatic looking over all the jewelry, imagining what price Harry would give them for all of it. So they made a little list of the gold and precious gems, a catalog of the items for Harry's benefit, as well as their own. It was a good night. They would get up early in the morning to bring a few items out West to Slough where they would find the gentleman Harry had referred them to. Now this went well as the old man, who looked to be in his ninety's appearing as old as the corner shop he owned, purchased from the boys the bikes, golf clubs, and tennis racquet's, all of which was worth well over Ten Thousand Pounds, but the old codger knew the two young thieves would take what he gave them and that amounted to Four Thousand Pounds. Though, the old man said they could come back Friday and he would take a look at anything they had, saying he was especially interested in the fur coats Norman had made mention of. So they all agreed to meet up Friday. The two made it back in time for a nice lunch that tuesday afternoon before they went back to take a nap and rest, waiting for sundown so they could drive back out to the house and take the crates of wine and liquor and get that fucking safe open. Xavier curled up on the sofa with a good book, about a race of Amazon Warrior women who go on a breeding campaign to Sparta, a Greek tragedy.It was called Blood For Flowers, written by a woman from Texas. As Xavier got lost in the tale Norman was restless, tossing and turning, but he did manage to fall asleep on his big bed around three o'clock that afternoon. However, poor Norman was troubled by terrible dreams; in which he was down at the bottom of the sea, his hands tied behind his back, holding onto his last breath, trying to swim to the surface before he drown. The next thing he knew he was on a plane, the only soul aboard, again his hands tied as the plane began to plummet down to the Earth. Norman awoke his heart and mind racing, he was drenched in sweat, trying to catch his breath. Xavier had fallen asleep on the sofa and stirred not at Norman's distress. After a moment Norman had calmed his nerves, telling himself it was just a nightmare brought on by the spicy curry he had at lunch with the lamb kebabs. Norman got up out of his bed then he went to the toilet vomiting up the contents of his stomach. The spices and peppers burning his throat as he spewed forth a chunky, red and brown, warm stream into the commode. Norman splashed some cold water on his face and brushed his teeth looking at his reflection in the mirror, not liking what he saw staring back at him from over the sink. Exhaling Norman turned of the light and went to the cupboard and poured out a tall glass of smooth whiskey over few cubes of ice, as he lit up a joint, staring outside the window waiting for the sun to set.
Xavier was running out of room in the van so they decided to come back tomorrow for the crates of wine they had piled up in the kitchen, though Xavier was able to squeeze a crate of Perrier Jouet champagne into the back of the van by the speakers. However, Norman needed a few more hours on the safe so they drove back on the dark road heading back to Norman's shop where they would stash everything, everything except the stereo equipment, speakers, lp's and the T.V., these items were brought directly upstairs and situated in Norman's flat. He was glad to give the stereo and it's booming speakers a new home, he knew he would take great care of them. Xavier uncorked a bottle of the champagne as Norman carefully selected an album, Led Zeppelin's Physical Graffiti, and was enraptured by the sound of the music he loved.
The two were ecstatic looking over all the jewelry, imagining what price Harry would give them for all of it. So they made a little list of the gold and precious gems, a catalog of the items for Harry's benefit, as well as their own. It was a good night. They would get up early in the morning to bring a few items out West to Slough where they would find the gentleman Harry had referred them to. Now this went well as the old man, who looked to be in his ninety's appearing as old as the corner shop he owned, purchased from the boys the bikes, golf clubs, and tennis racquet's, all of which was worth well over Ten Thousand Pounds, but the old codger knew the two young thieves would take what he gave them and that amounted to Four Thousand Pounds. Though, the old man said they could come back Friday and he would take a look at anything they had, saying he was especially interested in the fur coats Norman had made mention of. So they all agreed to meet up Friday. The two made it back in time for a nice lunch that tuesday afternoon before they went back to take a nap and rest, waiting for sundown so they could drive back out to the house and take the crates of wine and liquor and get that fucking safe open. Xavier curled up on the sofa with a good book, about a race of Amazon Warrior women who go on a breeding campaign to Sparta, a Greek tragedy.It was called Blood For Flowers, written by a woman from Texas. As Xavier got lost in the tale Norman was restless, tossing and turning, but he did manage to fall asleep on his big bed around three o'clock that afternoon. However, poor Norman was troubled by terrible dreams; in which he was down at the bottom of the sea, his hands tied behind his back, holding onto his last breath, trying to swim to the surface before he drown. The next thing he knew he was on a plane, the only soul aboard, again his hands tied as the plane began to plummet down to the Earth. Norman awoke his heart and mind racing, he was drenched in sweat, trying to catch his breath. Xavier had fallen asleep on the sofa and stirred not at Norman's distress. After a moment Norman had calmed his nerves, telling himself it was just a nightmare brought on by the spicy curry he had at lunch with the lamb kebabs. Norman got up out of his bed then he went to the toilet vomiting up the contents of his stomach. The spices and peppers burning his throat as he spewed forth a chunky, red and brown, warm stream into the commode. Norman splashed some cold water on his face and brushed his teeth looking at his reflection in the mirror, not liking what he saw staring back at him from over the sink. Exhaling Norman turned of the light and went to the cupboard and poured out a tall glass of smooth whiskey over few cubes of ice, as he lit up a joint, staring outside the window waiting for the sun to set.
No comments:
Post a Comment