Total Consciousness

Chapter-3: A Pledge Accepted

     Smoke hit Patricio in the face. He coughed several times as they moved back the way they came. His face trembling with each step.

     A drunken couple walking near Patricio and the guide walker stumbled. They caused Patricio to trip; and he fell hard on the floor with a man and a woman crashing onto him.

     “Bad, pledge, bad,” said the red-faced guide walker. “We do not trip and fondle the club members. His and Her Worship, apologies, truly, please accept our apologies.”

     The man on the floor laughed and then uttered back in a drunken voice. “No, pro-blame, no pro-blame, he’s ador-ah-bell. How old is he? Is he old enough to be mounted by my friend here? I think she had a craving for cub meat.”  

     In relief, the guide walker replied: “Your Worship, this is yet a day-old runt; nowhere near the minimum thirty-day club cub rule.”

     The woman drooled over Patricio as she drank from her half empty tequila bottle: “Very innocent, I like them young. Perhaps another time, guide walker.” She rubbed Patricio under his chin and air kissed him twice.      

     “Your Worship is most kind,” said the guide walker, “perhaps another time, indeed. Please excuse us; we have other matters to attend to.” The guide walker tugged the chain and continued.    

     The couple giggled and laughed as they stumbled away.

     Patricio reflected on the odd couple as they exited the warm room. The man and woman that tumbled on him felt as though they were naked. Three more tugs of his chain snapped him away from his thoughts.  

     “This way pledge,” said the guide walker, “move along now … move along—good boy, that’s a good boy.”

     Quiet, calm and collected, Patricio sat in the main receiving room of Azul Celeste, waiting and thinking, and thinking.

     Marco stepped into the gray plain room, twenty minutes later.

     An infinite second of drenched anger waved over Patricio. Without a word, he stood, shook his head and reached for the exit, as he side glanced with disgust at Marco’s details.

     Marco Riego: tall, athletic and blessed with devilish handsome features all around. Stylish, his black curly hair shined with copious amounts of pomade. And his smooth rich brown tan had a divine glow that melted all women within a thirty-three-meter radius. Fashionable, Marco dressed in fine clothing, with a hint of perfume, even on his days off.

     At twenty-six, Marco was well known for his looks, sharp mind and his gorgeous twenty-year-old wife. In business, all respected him for his excellent, dependable and self-driven demeanor. However, in most high-class circles of Mexico, Marco’s reputation included a long track record of being a well accomplished womanizer, earning him the nickname of El Gallo.

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