36 Bottom of the glass (2/2)

Sam had knelt on the couch excitedly. Friday, that was tomorrow. Hibbelig she bobbed on her heels. ”Why did not you tell me that earlier?”

”Ha, so you can meet Lapuente with a happy smile on his face, floating through the jail two meters above the ground, or worrying you until everything goes awry?”

Sam pouted, but could not really be angry. Too fantastic was the prospect of freedom that was within her grasp. ”My records?”

”I personally sent to a post office named by Anita.”

”My prison record?”

”Will fall prey to a hungry virus.” He passed his hand over his smooth skull. ”Do we have a deal?”

Sam enthusiastically grabbed the filled glasses off the table. ”Yes, we have a deal.” She pushed her glass against his and fished for the salt shaker. With the glass in one hand and the slice of lemon in the other hand, she looked at Brutus expectantly.

He leaned toward her and fixed her eyes with his ice-blue eyes. Sam was startled, the color seemed darker than usual. She remembered that she had noticed this color once. When he was deeply annoyed after her inaugural show had moved to find out the reasons for their actions. Did she annoy him now?

Brutu's otherwise dark and rusty voice sounded surprisingly soft as he spoke his words with slow deliberation. ”You have to seal a deal.” With that, he took Sam's hand, which held the slice of lemon, and brought it to his lips. He kept his eyes fixed on Sam as he licked the salt from her skin.

Sam watched him drink the tequila and suck on the lemon slice in peace. Her blood rushed in her ears and her breathing was faster. She was a healthy woman and her body was completely natural. Still, she was ashamed that Brutus evoked these feelings in her.

Ironically he. But among the blind, the one-eyed king is king. Sam considered it pragmatic. Neither a prisoner, other prison guards, nor the sleazy Lapuente would prefer Brutus. Sam chuckled. The spotty doctor from the infirmary was still on sale. But since Sam had rammed the syringe into his throat, he refused to give her even a headache tablet. So Brutus was probably the best choice. And a little relaxation before it started on Friday night would at least make Sam sleep for a few more hours.