Lies In Veins

Bob's obsession with Bianca had disrupted his sleep for the past week. He hadn't been able to get her out of his mind since she came to the recycling center and fucked him in the storage container. After his Mom went to bed he called her number that he got from Juan.

"Hello."

"Hey, Bianca, this is Bob."

"Who?"

"Bob from the recycling center."

"Oh, yeah. Juan's friend."

"What are you doing tonight?"

"Hey Bob, can you call me back in like twenty minutes?"

"Yeah."

Bob hung up the phone and felt an excitement that he had never felt before. He counted every minute until it was time to call her back.

Her phone rang and rang, he got her voice mail.

"What the fuck," Bob said out loud. His heart pounded. He felt rejected.

Then his phone rang.

"Hello."

"Hey, I'm sorry. I was just finishing up something."

"Oh, no problemo."

"So, you want to see me?"

"Yeah, I do. Can I see you tonight?"

"Ah, tonight?"

"I have money."

"Well my fee is three hundred dollars tonight."

"What? Juan told me that he just paid you fifty the other day."

"That was then, and this is now. If you want to see me tonight it's three hundred. You got it?"

"I only have a hundred fifty."

"I will give you a half hour for that."

"Okay."

Bob had three hundred dollars, but he didn't want to give up his whole paycheck. They made arrangements to meet up in an hour at his place. They were going to have conduct business in his garage if he was going to hide what he was doing from his Mom.

At the hour mark exactly Bianca showed up. Bob was waiting outside smoking a cigarette. She looked a lot better in the night than she had did the day he saw her.

"So, you ready for me," she asked.

"Yeah, but we have to do this the garage so my Mom doesn't find out," said Bob nervously.

"No funny stuff alright. Just straight sex."

"Yeah, that is what I'm about. I have never tried anything else."

"Okay. Some guys just get into weird stuff."

Bob took her behind the house to the garage. The garage was a little brick structure built in the 1930's. There was a light in the middle of the room which was just dim enough to hide the sins which were about to be committed. There was an old couch in the corner and a card table with chairs set up around it in the middle of the room.

"I have to fix up real quick," said Bianca as she sat at the table. Bob thought that she was talking about fixing her hair.

She pulled a needle, spoon and a bottle of water out of her purse. She pulled a small knotted baggie of heroin from her bra.

Bob sat down across from her. He watched her cook up the dope and draw it up into the needle.

"Give me your belt," she demanded.

"Are you going to do this right now?"

"Well, I have to get into character," she smiled a smile that melted his heart.

Bob gave her his belt and watched her shoot up. He thought she looked so peaceful putting that needle in her vein. When she pulled it out she had a content look on her face that he hadn't seen on anyone living before. The closest to that look he had ever seen was on his father's face laying in his casket at the funeral.

"Can you believe I used to have to have someone else shoot me up?"

"No, you look like you really know what you are doing. Do you think I can have one?"

Bianca smiled. "Have you ever done this before?"

"Yeah," Bob lied.

"I only have this rig," she pointed to the needle she had just used. "Does that bother you?"

"No. That's okay."

"You will have to pay me for the shot. This stuff costs. Even for me."

"Get it ready. I want the same amount you just shot."

She poured a quarter of what was left from the bag into the spoon. Then she drew water from the bottle with the syringe. She shot the water into the spoon and mixed it around and heated it with a cigarette lighter. Bob noticed a tiny dark piece of cotton in the spoon. She sucked the liquefied heroin through the cotton back into her syringe.

"Do I have to shoot you up?"

"Yes, I'm a little rusty."

"How long has it been?"

"A couple months."

"Really?"

"I used to do it with a guy from work."

"Oh, who?"

"Mike, he's not there anymore."

She fixed up the shot.

"How much are you giving me," she asked.

"Does fifty bucks cover it?"

Bob pulled the fifty out of his wallet and gave it to her.

"I thought you had a hundred and fifty."

He gave her the hundred and fifty. She shook her head and grinned.
Then she tossed the belt to him.

"Well...ah.."

"Tie your arm off."

He wrapped the belt around his arm as she had done. She took his arm and found a vein. She stuck the needle into his arm. His face tensed.

"Don't worry baby everyone lies."