Sunday, June 6, 2010
Tesla's Stepdaughters - Chapter 2 Excerpt
By the time the Science Police arrived at the door, Steffie had come out of the shower in the other bathroom, Ruth had kicked off her boots and put her feet up, and Penny had assemble a huge burger from the tray sent up by room service. She had a separate platter of fries.
“You’re going to get fat,” said Steffie. “Fatter.”
“Don’t even start, you boney-assed bitch,” Penny replied.
Piffy got up and followed Alexa to the door. The two agents entered. They were both about six feet tall, lean and muscular, with close cropped hair, and sharp features. They wore dark suits and one had a small mustache. The one with the mustache spoke in a crisp, sharp soprano.
“I’m Agent Wright and this is Agent Andrews.”
When Alexa reached to shake Agent Wright’s hand, Ep!phanee automatically reached out to shake hands with Agent Andrews. “It’s a pleasure to meet you.”
“And you,” said the agent.
Something suddenly rushed around in Piffy’s insides. Her skin felt hot and her breath caught in her throat. Other things were happening inside her too. It was as if some kind of chemical reaction had opened the floodgates that held back rivers of hormones.
“Holy shit,” she said. “Holy shit, holy shit, holy shit. You’re a man.”
“No, I mean you’re a man-- a real one.”
“Yes, I know.”
Agent Wright cast a sidelong glance at Agent Andrews, who returned the look with a shrug. Piffy looked at the former.
“Are you? No, I see you’re not.”
“Nice mustache though,” offered Alexa.
“Thank you. I made it with my own hair.”
“May we come in and talk with you?” asked Agent Andrews.
The other women, who had rushed over to see what Ep!phanee was so excited about, now were loath to move away from the door, each feeling something akin to what she had felt. Alexa finally had to physically push them aside so that the agents could lead them back to the living area where they all sat down near Steffie, the only one who had not rushed to the door.
“Where are you from?” Piffy asked Agent Andrews.
“Cape Horn enclave.”
“Aren’t you afraid of the disease?” asked Steffie.
“Are you married?” asked Ruth.
“We need to ask you the questions, I’m afraid,” said Agent Wright. “The NYPD has made a preliminary finding that it was a bomb on your dirigible that caused the explosion at LaGuardia. We have to assume that it was an attempt on your lives. That’s why we’re here.”