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Whores .31: Here to Paternity


  10:34:00 am, by Nic Wilson   , 930 words  
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Whores .31: Here to Paternity

Lisa was excited to be working with Clint again. And for the first time she was in his apartment. They'd been seeing each other for half a month, but he'd never taken her out of the Shelter. She'd fantasized about being alone with him in a place where her dozen roommates weren't likely to walk in on them, where she could scream his name as loud as she wanted. ?What does Anna have us doing?? she asked, unable to keep the exuberance out of her voice.

?In a minute,? he said, ?I made you some anise tea,? he said. The light caught his eye, swollen and purple.

?I didn?t want to ask in front of the others, but what happened to your eye?? she asked.

?Ran my mouth off to the wrong guy in a bar,? he said.

He led her into his small kitchen, and poured from a kettle into her mug. She took it from him and smelled its vapors. It was fruity, and reminded her of her mother. She sipped at it, ignoring how hot it was because she wanted to taste it.

Clint was focused on business. ?After congress repealed the PPACA, it became legal to gender-rate health insurance again. Basically it's the same as everything: women get charged more for cars, mortgages, and insurance; everybody basically charges more for women because they can. In that mold, Rothschild insurance decided to put the balance of all of its cost increases on its female customers- despite the fact that they only account for roughly half of the increases- probably less, since they don?t cover ?women?s services? but still pay for the little blue pill. But they do it simply because they can. Senior management even put it into a memo. I have a leaked, digital copy, but it's not an official version, just the text dumped into an email.?

?We'll need to break into their offices. They don't keep anything on the cloud- only on their intranet. So their memos, including the damning ones, are only stored locally. So we need to physically take their hard drives out of their servers.?

She finished the last of the tea in her cup and set the mug down on the stove. She felt dizzy, and faint. ?When are we going?? He didn't even try to respond. ?And if we're going some other place, why are we here??

He sighed. ?I don't want to lie to you anymore. Please don't hate me.?

?In my experience, only people who've done something deserving of hate ask not to be hated.?

?That's fair,? he said. ?Remember how we took my truck to the crisis center? It was caught on a traffic cam- I was. And apparently it wasn't the first time. A detective from gender crimes came here. She was... she was almost nice, in an utterly terrifying kind of way. But she told me that we had a mole in the Shelter. The traffic cam footage was just corroboration. See, the courts aren't very friendly to undercover spies- especially ones who don't work for the cops and are testifying in part for immunity.?

?But I presented an opportunity. Because there was evidence linking me to several incidents, I make for a more reliable witness.?

?You didn't.?

?I didn't have a choice. They know where I live. But more to the point, they could get to my daughter, and my ex-wife. I wish I were braver, or nobler. But... I asked for the best I thought I could get. You.?

?Excuse me?? Lisa asked.

?As part of my plea agreement, I wanted immunity for you, too.?

?We have to warn the others.?

?It's too late. The cops are on their way there, already. And they're on their way here, too. I wanted us taken separately. You know Anna, and Mae... they'll put up a fight, and the fucking cops, they're as likely as not to just shoot everyone not in a uniform in reply.?

Lisa was finding it harder to concentrate. ?What?d you do to me??

?You?ve been drugged. I didn?t want the cops to hurt you. And I knew you?d resist, if you could.?

Lisa was desperate, but she still felt bad for mumbling, ?I'm pregnant.?

?You can't... we've only been sleeping together a few of weeks.? But she could tell already how desperately he wanted it to be true. Which was why she didn't have to convince him; he convinced himself. ?I can protect you.?

?I couldn?t love you,? she told him. ?Not after this. And our child was conceived on the basis of a lie.?

?It wasn't. I didn't know how close they were to me. If I had, I never would have gotten close to you.?

But Lisa kept hammering him. ?What kind of life could she have? What kind of world would we be handing to her??

His eyes spilled over with tears at the thought of another daughter he wouldn't be able to know. ?You should go. Before they get here. I'll- just go.?

Lisa turned to leave. She wanted to say goodbye; she had trouble truly blaming him- but she couldn't separate her anger at being betrayed, either.

?Are you really?? he asked. Then his expression changed. ?No. Don?t tell me. I want it to be true. So I?ll believe it. Go.?

?But the police??

?I?ll hold them off.?

?What does that mean??

He opened his desk drawer, and pulled out a blued 1911. ?It means they're expecting me to come unarmed. In the confusion it'll be hours before they realize you're in the wind. Now leave.?

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