The city without any moorings was quarter past four that the morning. At half past two a shuckling of cups was presented as Mr. Granderson's pourings. Have you seen my grand dandy, the horsenut of them all? he asked the whore, Glory Slut Mandy.
Why would I, she responded without moving her lips. Here's your candy, full of wallops and gum. Will you not petal my rose?
Not in the slightest, followed by guffawing. He was not a man of great patience or thought. Maybe not even mild thought.
That's okay. I'm seeing Humbert in two hours.
You've only been bedded once tonight?
So far.
I see
No, you don't. But I pretend to love you, anyway.
I have never loathed you more than I do at this moment. I saw your face cover a hundred lies tonight. You're brilliant. And fuck that narrator, I can think.
I don't know what you're referencing, exactly. You're all over the map.
I am the map. You are the road.
I've melted greater men than you.
No doubts on my end. But you should go. You have exhausted me and my wallet with your dallying.
Ha! Do I have time to dress?
As you wish. I shall bathe.
Glory left after receiving an underwhelming gratuity and vowed never to see him again. What a bore, what a loser, what a chump. He's not worth my time and he still wouldn't be if he paid ten times more per hour! Okay, hyperbole. I can live with that.
Before she stepped into her driver's car, she urinated on his welcome mat outside his streetside entrance. Wearing no underwear has endless advantages.
Two hours passed in a minute before she walked into Humbert's office. She pleaded with him to play Jaco Pastorius, but he thought she meant Zach Galifianakis because he'd once appeared as a guest on "Between Two Ferns." Shortly thereafter, an escape hatch was activated.
Forward moving in time around two in the afternoon somewhere else in the world, Humbert disguised himself as a panda and Glory legally changed her name to Upvote in anticipation of launching her new home webcam mostly featuring her masturbating and squirting for clicks and digits.
