RHAPSODY IN BLUE

ACT 2: DARK AND DREARY

Harry watched as the man blubbered and begged, offering everything he didn't have to save himself.

Harry wasn't much for words, when it came to doing his job. Seamus' other boys liked to taunt and tease, make men think they might have a chance before they splattered their brains everywhere, but he couldn't do it.

He couldn't bully a man before he took his last breath.

"I got-I got a safety deposit box with my mother's jewelry! You can have it! It's worth a fortune.
Just...Pu-Please don't kill me."

Harry raised the silencer capped pistol. He fired two shots into the man's chest and one into his head, before the man could fall.

He quietly made his exit, making sure he hadn't been seen. His head hurt. He couldn't continue to do this much longer. Seamus drafted him for these jobs because he was gifted at it, his best, in fact.

He had been raised hunting and had done a brief two year stint in the army, sharp shooting. Yes, He was good alright, a crack shot and efficient to boot.  But now all those dead men...They haunted him.

Usually he'd find some floozy to fuck or go to Ernie's for drinks and music, but...

He couldn't face her, not tonight. 

So a floozy, it was.

Tonight he chose Rhonda, a leggy blond who looked more than a little, like Lana Turner.

He fucked her against the pink walls of her frilly apartment. The place always reeked of her heady perfume.

Tonight he was pretty rough with her. All of his guilt and anger focused into her body, but she loved it, chirping like a toy poodle with each thrust.

He couldn't take the noise. He placed a hand over her mouth and increased his pace, slamming her buttocks into her wall. He was sure if the neighbors couldn't hear the chirping, they certainly heard that.  Finally, after far too long for him, she came. Her legs shuddering around his waist.

He didn't come.

He quickly backed away from her flushed pink body, sweaty and breathing heavily. He hastily disposed of his rubber and zipped his pants.

"Was it good for you?" she sighed, flipping a sweat sodden blond curl from her face.

"Yeah, sure doll.  Always." he pecked her lightly on the cheek.

"You seem distant tonight." she said as she sat in her chair, lighting up a cigarette.

"Where's your mind?"

"It's elsewhere, and I'd rather not talk about it."

"Well, I know a breeze-off when I hear one.  How's about you be on your way." Rhonda stood with her hands on her hips, her weight on one leg, in that defiant way, women do.

"...But Rhonda, I- What the hell?"

"Are ya' hard-a-hearin'? GET OUT!!" 

She practically shoved him out the door. Slamming it hard behind him.

"Dames." he thought. 

"Who could understand 'em?"

Rhonda continued to smoke, while she thought about this. Harry never didn't come. Oh, yes, she knew about that. His pulsing cock, his quick tensed little jerks, while he clutched her tight...  None of that tonight. 

Suddenly it hit her.  His mind musta' been on some other dame.

"That son-of-a-bitch!" she thought aloud.

He was an amazing lover. He was long and thick, had the stamina of a race-horse and he knew how to please a woman.  All of that and a face and a decent head on his shoulders to go with it. He was a catch.

...So what, if he worked for Seamus.

Most of the town worked for Seamus. And those that didn't were shit out of luck, anyways.

She knew he did other twists, but he came to her the most and she'd always had his full attention.

Until now.

She had hoped that when he finally got tired of dicking around, that he'd settle down with her.

Yeah, she'd make a fine upstandin' trophy for any of those paddy hoods, but none of 'em of were Harry.

...And Harry was who she wanted.  

Now, that's all in jeopardy because Harry is dizzy for some other dame.

On her word, she was gonna find out who she is, and put her lights out, herself, if she had to.