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slammed it shut.
       Mayor Douglas was left alone in his office. He looked down at his penis and saw that it was now covered in the same intricate tattoos that had adorned Belladonna’s back.
       He spat on his palm and rubbed. The tattoos wouldn’t come off.
       “Those fucking Italians,” he said, moving his lit cigar towards his penis.
       

 
    CHAPTER SIX
       
       Betty Black had been running the brothel ever since Screwhorse became a town. She prided herself on running a classy place. There were no smelly, toothless whores here like they had in the other mining towns. No sir, all of her whores were clean, pretty, and almost always whole.
       She walked up the stairs, wondering what the hell Mary wanted. Usually the girls took care of business themselves without having to bother Betty with the details. She loved the girls and would do anything for them but Betty just liked it better when she wasn’t being whined to about the customers.
       “Betty,” Mary said. “Timothy Horn’s here again.”
       “I know. I saw him go up with you. What’s the matter?”
       “I’m not sure I’m keen on doing what he wants.”
       Betty rolled her eyes. “Honey, what do I tell you girls? If you don’t want to do something, then just find another girl who will.”
       “I know, I know. Thing is, I already offered to get him another girl and he says that he won’t leave until I do it, no one else. He said I remind him of a girl he once knew. Trust me, if it was any other man you know I’d get Stacklee to throw him out.”
       “And we can’t do that. Then we’d have his uncle closing us down,” Betty said. She hated when the mayor’s nephew came in. It wasn’t that he was so much trouble. There are days when he was a perfect gentleman. It was just that he was just so goddamn crazy. There was something seriously wrong with the boy.
       Mary said, “Well, I don’t know what to do.”
       “What’s he want? Don’t say he wants you to take a shit on him. I know you’ve done that before.”
       “No, it’s not that. That don’t bother me none,” Mary said. “He has some sort of dead animal, something from the ocean or something, has a bunch of legs. Really ugly. He wants me to put it under the bed while we fuck.”
       “And?”
       “That’s it! He wants me to leave the thing under the bed while we do it. Thing smells like shit! I’m not letting him put some dead smelly thing there. What if the smell don’t go away?”
       “I don’t see the big deal, hon. Let him put it under the bed, stuff some cotton up your nose, let him have a poke at you, and then just make sure he takes the damn thing out when he leaves.”
       “I just don’t feel right about it, Betty. I can’t stand the smell of the thing. You want to come in and take a whiff?”
       “No, I don’t.” Betty put up her hands. “Mary, do what you think is best. But let me tell you something. That boy better come out of that room a happy little bastard. Understand?”
       “Yeah,” Mary said. She turned and sulked back to her room. Betty shook her head. Mary was a good girl and Betty felt bad making her do something she didn’t want to do but it wasn’t that odd considering a lot of the other requests they’ve received. Besides, Timothy Horn had to leave satisfied. If he did, then his uncle the mayor was satisfied and that meant no trouble for the brothel.
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       When Mary got to the door, she opened it slowly and peeked in. There he was sitting on the edge of the bed with the dead animal on his lap, tentacles drooping down his legs and onto the floor. It was already starting to stink up the room.
       She knew Betty was right and that it would be better for all of them if Timothy Horn left satisfied but she just couldn’t stand it. It wasn’t just the smell. Just the thought of screwing around when that thing was underneath the bed made her