I got into my underwear and wrote in my Captain’s log. It was my solace. I wrote Kate another letter that I wasn’t going to send her. It said I felt like I was falling for her. I don’t know if I was. I was definitely under her spell and I wanted to fuck her so bad she probably could’ve made me do anything for her. But I was just enjoying the whole thing and to say I was falling for her was probably part of my own little romantic game with myself.

 

I was getting used to having her around, though, and I was liking it. I was mad jealous when she took her nightly trip outside to call Blake. I had no way of knowing what went on in those conversations. Were they all kissy-kissy, luvvyduvvy and then she came back in and got naked with me? Kind of creepy. I could never pull something like that off. If I’m done with somebody I’m done with them. Kate came back in after a while. “I’m kind of sick of calling him. He says he can’t sleep without me.”
“That’s sweet,” I said, but I didn’t like the implication that every other night of the year she slept by his side.
“He’s a big fucking baby.”
It was a trap I already knew. Never talk bad about a chick’s boyfriend even if she’s doing it. They do the momma bear thing and they’ll rip your fucking head off or quietly hate you if you say anything. I didn’t want to talk shit about the dude anyway. I didn’t really understand why he would let his girl get on the back of someone else’s motorcycle for a week. What if we wrecked? Apart from that he sounded like a pretty good boyfriend from whatever she told me. Except he wasn’t really fucking her either and I don’t care what they say every woman wants and needs to be fucked.
“Let’s get naked,” Kate said. “I just want to lie around and smoke weed and kiss you all night.”
“Sounds good,” I said.
We got undressed and started kissing. I went down on Kate.
“What are you doing?” she asked.
“What do you think I’m doing?”
“That’s against the rules,” she said.
“Then you need to go over the rules again.”
“I can get you off but you can’t get me off.”
“Those are shitty rules.”
I went back down on her and she didn’t complain. I was starting to get into it when there was a loud knock at the door. Kate started pretty bad, like her boyfriend had us on camera. I hopped up and looked through the peephole. It was the tough chick.
“We have company,” I said.
“Who?”
“The chick on the phone.”
“The dyke?”
I nodded. Kate jumped up and threw her dress on. More pounding on the door.
“Hold on a sec,” I said.
I pulled my pants on and through the button down shirt I wore in the evenings on unbuttoned.
“Hey how’s it going,” I said.
“Pretty cool, pretty cool,” she said. “Ya’ll got a smoke for me?”
She had a raspy voice and no front teeth. Looked about thirty but hard living.
“I have one,” Kate said. “They’re the fancy kind. Got them at a tobacconist.”
If I see someone who looks real poor I always put on some kind of down home accent. Kate goes the other way. She sounds more posh than usual. It made me nervous as she handed over her gold trimmed Nat Sherman to this chick. The girl lit up right away and dragged deep until smoke came pouring out her nose.
“Name’s Trin,’ she said. “Trinity.”
“I’m Giles,” I said.
“Kate.” Kate stuck her hand under my arm. I was hanging from the doorframe.
“Guess you all probly heard everything from my phone call. I’m goin court tomorrow for violatin probation. Yall got anything to drink or some weed or something? Just drank up my last beer.”
She held it up.
“No, we don’t,” Kate said. She stepped outside.
“What are you bi?” Trin said to Kate in an abrupt growl.
“Maybe,” Kate said.
“Seen it right off,” Trinity said. “I’ve been gay my whole life.”
“So you know bi girls are trouble,” Kate said.
“Sheeyat,” Trin laughed through the gap in her teeth and her tongue poked out. “Ya’ll always end up running off with some no good motherfucker cause you really want the dick.”
“Not always,” Kate said.
“Mostly.”
“I can’t believe the first thing you asked my was if I’m bi,” Kate said. “Can you believe that?” she asked me.
I was out of my realm. I was just a dumb dude swinging on a doorframe.
“Ya’ll are cool people,” Trinity said. “That’s one thing when you’re a ugly bull dyke you could tell cool people right off.”’
I blushed. I wasn’t that cool. I kind of wanted Trinity to go away so I could go back to bed with Kate. Kate seemed amped on the whole thing and was running her mouth. Trinity told us the story of her DUI. How she came up here from New Orleans following a girl who got back with her ex and then got a restraining order on Trin who couldn’t get bus money to get out of town. She stayed around living in this hotel. The Gypsy Queen had given her a deal at first, then started feeding her, then let her stay for free.