C4 antho - Chamber Four

The Next Thing on Benefit ~249~
“They were carrying.”
“Miss?”
“They had guns.”
“I shouldn’t wonder if they had, miss,” said Patrick.
That same night, Sharon made Munro lie on their bed
while she worked on his knee.
“Busman’s holiday for you, I’m afraid,” said Munro.
“No, it isn’t,” said Sharon.
“Sure, it is. You can’t be having much fun.”
“Yes, I am,” said Sharon. “Sure, I am. How could I not
be? I’ve had my first ride in a private plane, my first ride in a
helicopter. This is my first private island. Those were my first
private armed guards.”
“Brave new world,” said Munro. “How do you like it?”
“I don’t know.”
“You’ll get to like it,” said Munro. “Planes, helicopters, islands,
guards. All that. You’ll get to like it, and it won’t take
long. It never does. You’d be surprised.”
“Then there’s you,” said Sharon.
“Me?”
“Yeah,” said Sharon. “You gave me my first real pearls.
You’re my first boyfriend on Social Security.”
“Is that right?” asked Munro.
“That’s right.”
“Got your cherry, there, did I?”
“You got it,” said Sharon. “I’d been saving myself.”
“Good for you,” said Munro.
“But not anymore,” said Sharon.
“Good for me,” said Munro.