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Episode 63: The Naive Grieve the Practice to Deceive

(And at the End There’s a Twist You May Not Believe)

“Oh fuck.  Oh fuck.  Oh fuck,” Daedalus repeated as he paced the room, twisting his ring.  “Oh fuck.”

“What is it?” Charity asked.

“What is it?” Daedalus replied incredulously.  “You ask, ‘what is it’, after seeing what I just saw?”

“It’s only natural that Steel’s upset.  But I’m sure he’ll calm down.”

“No, he won’t.  I’ve seen my brother mad before, but never, never anything like this.”

“Really?” Charity asked, starting to grasp the enormity of the situation.  (Before condemning her you must take into consideration her naiveté; she knew the adulterous affair was wrong, she just didn’t know how wrong.  Put another way, she reasoned that anything that made her feel so good couldn’t be all bad.)

“I’ve fucked up before.  I’ve fucked up huge before.  But this is it.  I’m done for.  He’s going to have me killed.”

Charity ran to Daedalus, wrapped her arms around him and pressed her cheek to his chest.  “He wouldn’t do anything like that.”

“You don’t know him very well, do you?  I’ve finally fucked up beyond what I’ll be able to talk my way out of.”

“What are we going to do?” Charity whined, now fully infected with Daedalus’s concern.

“Yes, what are we going to do?  That is the question.”  Daedalus squirmed from her embrace and began pacing again.  (It actually appeared he was being led around the room by the huge, still-mostly-erect penis that bobbed in front of him as he walked.)  “I guess there's only one thing we can do and that’s exactly what Steel said.  You have to leave, I’ll stay.”

“Where will I go?”

“Hmm....”  Daedalus quickly rooted through his dresser, closet and all pairs of pants within reach.  As he did, a ball of crumpled bills grew in his hands.  “Okay, I’ve got,” he counted hastily, “$208 here.  Take this money and check into the Notel Motel on the highway out of town.  Mention my name and you’ll get a better rate.”  (The discount, of course, was owing to the fact that this motel was the scene of thousands of Daedalus’s conquests.)  “Get yourself a room and do not leave it, do not leave it for anything, until I get in touch with you.  Understand?”

Charity’s eyes were magnified by welling tears.  “What if something happens to you?  What if I don’t hear from you?”

Daedalus deliberated for a second.  He grabbed a piece of paper from his desk and scribbled an address across it.  “If you don’t hear from me before your money runs out, go to this address.”

“Whose is it?”

“Never mind that.  Hopefully you won’t have to go there.  Now we really need to get you out of here in case Steel reconsiders letting you live.”

With that in mind, Daedalus began scurrying around the room, dressing himself and picking up whatever he saw that he thought might be of use to Charity.  He was so distracted he didn’t notice that she remained motionless and wore a contemplative look on her face.

“You know,” she finally said softly, “this really couldn’t have happened at a worse time.”

“Why’s that?” Daedalus asked distractedly.

“Because I’m pregnant.”

Continue Reading: Episode 64: Thoughts on Being a Mother and Father