"Damn James, it's people like you that keep people like me in business. Keep on dying brother. I could use your patronage."
"Fuck you."
"No," Steve quipped, " Fuck her."
"Speaking of fucking her," Shannie interjected. "Come on, be a sport; piss and tell. Was she as good in the sack in this lifetime as the others?"
"Better than Jenny Wade not as good as…." I hesitated. "Not as good as the others." I stammered. Across the table Genise winced. Steve again looked from Genise to me and back again. Genise gave Steve a quick, dirty look before sinking her attention to her plate. To my left Shannie gave me a wide grin. "Silly James, I mean was she as good in the sack in this life as she was in previous lives?"
I was glad Shannie was drunk. She was missing cues. I played cool. "She's slipping. She was best in my twenty-second life. That's when she was my sex slave. I think that experience damaged her for many lifetimes. Even compared to the fifteen, she's turned into a prude. She destined to be a missionary for a few lifetimes, if you know what I mean."
"Excuse me a second, I have to go powder my nose." Genise dropped her napkin on the table.
"You okay? You look pale," Shannie questioned Genise.
"I'm fine dear," Genise answered patting the top of Shannie's out stretched hand.
"She looks pale!" Steve hooted as Genise faded through the smoke towards the restrooms. "That's funny. That's too funny! She looks pale."
"You're an asshole," Shannie snickered.
Pointing at his chest, Steve continued. "I may be an asshole, but that's still funny," Steve said pointing towards Genise.
Shannie's eyes followed Genise. "Something's bothering her. I'll be right back." Shannie ran a finger down my cheek. Steve and I watched her disappear into the hazy room.
"Don't tell me you banged the Comanche," Steve snickered.
"Shoshone." I corrected.
"Come on buddy ole pal. Tell me, you slipped the Shoshone the bologna."
I sat down my utensils and wiped my mouth. I smiled at my boss and said. "If you say a word, I will beat you with a stick. I'll beat you so hard you'll need your own services."
"Yes!" Steve cried. We high-fived. "You're the man! How was she?"
"How good can you imagine?"