Clean Mary and I make our way through the empty streets of the city that never sleeps. Arm in arm our shadows roll. There are things I could say, but I don't. Our assignment is clear and dangerous and we know it can be an unpleasant task. The boss booked two rooms at the St James Hotel, one for the back-up team, the other for the meeting that's to take place soon after midnight between Clean Mary and the Limp, the leader of a rival gang. The hour is getting late.
As we entered the lobby it was way past midnight and there were people all around. We were alone in the elevator and on the way up to the eleventh floor Clean Mary kissed me with a passion that I suspected she had, but had never witnessed. After all, we'd only just met and I didn't think she would do. When the doors opened she said:
“I am going to do whatever circumstances require.”
“Me too,” I said and followed her through the nasty green corridors. Room 1107 was bleak with no redeeming features to speak of, but on a side table stood a bottle of wine, a basket of fruit and a bowl of chocolates. And one single rose in a narrow vase.
“Nice touch,” I said. “What time do you expect him?”
“Any minute now,” Clean Mary replied, looking at her watch, “I expect all hell to break lose.”
“Easy now, I'm standing right here, or haven't you looked. And don't forget the back-up team in next room.”
“What good will it do? You'd better take up your position now, while I dress before the mirror.” As I stepped into the cupboard, leaving the door slightly open, I saw Clean Mary get undressed and then worming her body into a tight faux leather strappy neck corset with a side zipper, lace up back and a red, white, blue G-string. She turned around, one hand on her hip, in the other she waved a whip. She walked up to me, slowly, seductively and smiled. Her smile froze when there was a loud banging on the door. “Just a moment!” she cried and to me she whispered: “Stick with me baby, things should start to get interesting right about now.”