Eric's big head would never bob any more.
It bobbed for it's victims.
He loved nothing better than telling his tenants to fuck off and booting them out.
He had a cruel heart.
And he worked closely with his mail order bride who was the one who wore the trousers in this relationship.
I had recently had a massage and tug up the road at the Cherryl Massage.
After the sixth massage, the seventh was free, said Lia, who scratched off massage one and slotted me for the coming Sunday.
'We are sick of carrying you and the junk outside is a disgrace.'
Eric's head was bobbing.
You aren't suppose to scare away the tenants.
'Inspection,' said Suzie Wong.
They had a real routine.
Not only did they want a month's rent up front, Eric said I was never going to get my bond.
'You aren't suppose to say what you think,' I told him.
'I know,' he said, 'but it's the medications I'm taking for this bone marrow cancer.'
His wife also wasn't suppose to tell me how Eric threw out the Maori tennant.
'He said,' if your girlfriend is gone, well why don't you be on your way down the fucking street.'
Thanks Suzie Wong.
I vowed I was never going to be thrown out.
Twice his internet was cut off so I could get connected.
They even encouraged it.
They were working on ADSL technology run off copper.
'If you do it one more time, you can pack your fucking stuff and walk down that fucking road.'
Nice on Eric.
It was always nice to get a glimpse of what you were really up against.
Eric was a beast.
He got off throwing people out of his property.
I was staying in a shed with a carpet thrown down and some second hand furniture found on the street as decoration.
They called it a granny flat.
A granny flat with their own electric meter they could print money with.
I had to get out.
'She screamed like a fucking pig,' said Rosa.
What did you do to both of them.
'I buried them in the bush in a cage.'
And?
'A pork chop lured the ants in and they finished them off.'
You mean eaten alive?
'Yep, fire ants, they love soft flesh.'
They won't be charging high electricity bills on their granny flat and getting tenants to pay every two weeks, added Rosa.
'Rule is that you only pay the electricity bill once it's been issued by the electricity company,' I said.
'They didn't care about that, did they,' said Rosa.
'Bobbing Head Eric and Suzie Wong I love Fucking Money, will never rip anyone off again,' added Rosa.
Amen, I said to Rosa and handed her an envelope.
Inside was lots of US dollars.
'A present from Big Tit Inc,' I said. thinking how terrific Rosa was for a lady who is suffering dementia, alzheimer's and perhaps Parkinson's.
She loved to do the shake.
Elvis really got her going.
'You'll be all shook up too the way you are going,' said Rosa, who packed her stuff and boarded the CIA funded private plane that was flying out to an unknown Asian location.
Meanwhile, I'd have to visit Cheryl Massage again. At least Lia, who was Chinese, knew her place and wasn't greedy. I may recruit to Big Tit Inc.
Her massage skills were astounding.
And Eric hated my money going to anyone else.
His tax was over, long over.
He was so exposed that you could see the bleach of his bones.
