Free The Spider Inside by Elias Anderson Page B

one-armed hug and
clapped him on the back, which was how Martin sealed a deal. How could he use
Martin to get next to Xander? Just ten minutes in a room with Xander and Nik
knew he could get the nod to move up.
    “I appreciate it, bro,” Nik said. “I’ll flip this as soon as
possible, and get right back to you.”
    “I know, brother. I know.”
    Nik walked back into the living room. He didn’t say anything
to Paz but said “Later,” to Lance, who said the same. At the last second Nik
leaned forward to bump fists with Lance and purposefully knocked his knee
against the coffee table, toppling Paz’s growing domino metropolis.
    “Oh, shit, I’m sorry, man,” Nik said, doing his best not to
laugh at the crestfallen look on Paz’s face. He looked like he was going to
fucking cry, but then the little camper bucked up and cleared the table and
started over again.
    Nik walked out into the sunshine, wondering if In & Out
was open or if it was too early to get a cheeseburger. He wasn’t really hungry,
but needed to refuel, just the same. He was still flying, he could still feel
his heart banging in his chest like a heavy metal drummer really working the
double foot pedal on the bass drum, like fucking Lars before he turned into a
whiny penny grubbing anti-Napster bitch, but it didn’t bother him. Nik knew
that somehow, things were going to come together and he would soon be making
more money than he knew what to do with. He kicked his bike to life and as he
pulled away, he popped up and rode down the street with his front wheel in the
air. The way he felt, he could have rode that fucking wheelie all the way up
the coast and back.

PART TWO
PROBLEMS WITH PISS
    The first time Jim woke it had been about eight hours since
he’d fallen asleep, and the need to piss was overwhelming. He hadn’t realized
Cherry was already in the bathroom until he stopped just outside the closed
door, the sound of her pissing like a punch in his guts. It seemed to go on and
on and on and he knew she would be embarrassed if she came out and saw that
he’d been standing in the hall listening, so he walked into the living room and
wondered if the windows were opened and he looked outside and down. There was
nothing down there, not a busy street or anything, just an alley between
buildings. He could probably just piss out the window but that was kind of
nasty…however, if he didn’t piss soon he was going to burst. How about the
sink? Could he--no! Jim told himself. There is no way you are pissing in the
sink or out the window or any other fucking place.
    He could still hear Cherry in the bathroom. There was a
dull, hot pain in his balls and behind his penis, which was half erect from him
holding the urine back. Finally the toilet flushed and he wondered for just a
moment if he was going to piss himself. He could hear Cherry washing her hands
and then finally, oh sweet baby Jesus finally she came out and he went
in right as she came out and she was laughing at him and he pulled his dick out
and at first it ached so bad he couldn’t go, he was standing there, holding it,
the vast porcelain heaven awaiting, and he could do no more than stand there.
He closed his eyes and took a deep breath and opened his eyes and then started
to piss. What came out was a yellow so dark it was almost brown and stunk
vaguely of sulphur. Jim cringed. That had been inside him? For how long? When
was the last time he’d even taken a piss?
    It seemed to go on and on, a single powerful jet that didn’t
waver. Jim started to wonder if he’d somehow liquefied his kidneys or something
and was just standing here pissing them out of his body. He was on the verge of
really freaking himself out when finally the stream dried up. There was
another, shorter burst, but that dried up and the ache inside him was gone and
with that went the fear and now that it was taken care of he felt the first
real pang of hunger that he’d felt in days.
    On the edges of his vision something