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asks, looking out the window to see if Velma’s car’s in the parking lot. Don’t see it. That yellow Accord, whose car is that? He knows that car, doesn’t he?
    “No, I’m not charging you for this call,” Heidekker says. “Now listen—”
    “I’ve about had it with you sending me a bill every time you fart in an elevator with me, pal, I got to tell you.”
    “Look, I just need you to sign the request for an injunction because I’m gonna run it over to Judge Chang in about an hour here—”
    “Just scribble my fucking signature on it. Just get it done.” Goddamn it, now Heidekker’s got him thinking about Barbara, and of course his dick starts shriveling up. He tries not to think about Barbara, it shoots his nerves to hell, seeing her hang around his house, watching him in the parking lot—
    “I’m not empowered, you’re going to have to sign. If you want to give me power of attorney sometime, that might he a good idea and we could talk about that—”
    “No, forget it, forget it, just—” There, that was Velma’s Fiat pulling in. “Just don’t come over for half an hour or so. I won’t be in. So, this paper going to do it all?”
    “This injunction’s all-inclusive—she may not follow you, watch you, call you, the whole shebang. Can’t come within five hundred yards. There are laws about stalking now, and we can prosecute her if she tries anything cute. She’ll end up doing time. Which might do her good because they’d send her to a shrink. You change the locks at the office yet?”
    “No, that’s tomorrow morning. She might still have a key, if she copied it. Frank says I should be flattered. Hey, not by the attention I get from this girl, pal.”
    “Anyway, we’ll take care of it. I gotta go, Avery—”
    “Hold on now, hold on—” Keep him talking a minute, it went with the fantasy for Velma to interrupt a business call. “I gotta talk to you about this bill you sent me for last month, this is right on the edge of outrageous, here, Heidekker—”
    “Look, we can go over it item by item, but I’m going to have to charge you for the time it takes to do that—”
    The door opens. Velma’s taking up most of the door frame, unbuttoning her coat, her long red hair down over the white, freckled shoulders as she slips the coat away: freckles on the white, doughy titties cupped by the black lace corset, those thighs under the crotchless panties maybe a little heavy but when she’s wearing crotchless red lace panties who the fuck cares. Lot of makeup around her deep-set green eyes. Maybe she’s got some crowsfeet; maybe her butt’s beginning to sag. But with the corset holding it all together in black and red lace, with her pink labia winking out from the goldenred bush, who the fuck, who the fuck, who the fuck cares . . .
    “Get back to you later, Heidekker,” Avery says into the phone, hanging up.
    “I had to have it. I want that woodie in your pants, Av. I was touching myself and thinking about you and I had to have it, I couldn’t wait. I want it here and now,” she says in that husky voice she does. “Give me that big woodie.” She traces her cherry-red Revlon lips with the tip of her tongue.
    “It’s easy to misunderstand Avery,” Barbara’s saying. They’re in her car, in a corner of the parking lot of Avery’s building. “I mean, Avery’s so gruff. It’s really cute how gruff he is. I gave him a stuffed bear once, with a note, it said: ‘You’re just a big old bear!’ The way he talks is very short sometimes, and pretty blue, if you know what I mean, but he’s really very, very sweet and sometimes he—”
    “There any money in that place?” VJ interrupts, looking through the windshield at the little sienna-colored office building. Kind of place built in the early seventies, with those chunks of rocks on the roof, some insulation fad. “I think you frontin’, girl, I don’t think there’s shit in there.”
    At least, she thinks, I’ve graduated