"Yeah, yeah…" Lon rolled his eyes.
"Well, it was a hoot, you know? She was ready to set fire to things, half the time…" Rick insisted. "Anyway, we had the talk — and she was surprised at how I felt, big time…"
Toby looked a question and Lon supplied, "Rick thinks I’m an idiot and can do a lot better. I disagree, naturally…"
"Well, I think I did you some good," Rick went on, "purely by accident. Then things kind of drifted to us … Do you know that Sally was filling Teela’s ear with the same shit you dropped on me?"
Lon laughed. "I’m not surprised…"
"I kind of freaked when I heard that," Rick related. "Spent the whole flick trying to figure out what to do about it. Problem is, she’s a LOT of fun to fuck with…"
"I don’t know if that’s a recommendation," Toby hazarded.
"Me either," Rick replied, "But when she decided to blow it off, I went nuts or something — and the next thing I knew we were kissing! She freaked and took off, figuring I was just fucking her over, so I had to catch her, and one thing led to another…"
"Dude…" Lon murmured, "That sounds ominous. The cops on you?"
"No…" Rick replied slowly. "Worse, maybe. I may have a girlfriend…"
Lon cracked up. "No shit?"
"I don’t know what it is, but she trips my trigger…"
"What about her?" Toby asked.
"She fights a lot, until you kiss her — then she tries to get both arms and both legs around you…"
"That’s fucking funny, Man!" Lon chuckled. "You two might just set fire to each other, though … When the smoke dies down…"
"Maybe. We’ll see."
"Well, it doesn’t sound any too stable to me," Toby grunted. "Keep the group under wraps until it all shakes out, willya?"
"Sure." Rick didn’t say anything about letting out the fact that Lon’s immediate sexual needs were handled — Toby would freak, for sure! Better to tell Lon later…
"Anything else?" Lon asked.
"Nope. Isn’t that enough?" Rick replied.
"Well, you’ll have your hands full…"
"No shit!" Rick chuckled. "When are you gonna call Sally? You know, you’re probably putting her through hoops. She’ll decide you were jerking her chain…"
"Yeah, good point. I’ll do something about it. Let’s not double until you two can behave in public, okay?" Lon added.
"Yeah, yeah. Bye!"
"Later, Man."
"I REALLY don’t want to wake up in a place with bars on the windows," Toby grunted. "And I really don’t want Ma to, either!"
"Relax, Man," Lon replied. "If Sally doesn’t look like she can pull her weight, we’ll never get to the group piece. If she does, I’ll get your Ma to give her deep-throating lessons — AFTER things look safe…"
"Rick’s worse off — Teela’s a freak!" Toby rasped.
"I’m not sure that hurts her case, Man. Who’s gonna believe her? Look at how she acts — how she dresses! It’ll be a wild story by a chick with a wild reputation — no biggie!" Lon shoved back his hair.
"Yeah, maybe…" Toby sighed. It was more weight he had to carry; more responsibility — more people to watch to make sure things didn’t crash… "Fuck, I’m going home."
"Don’t freak on me, Man, and tell your Mama!"
"Relax, that wouldn’t accomplish anything, anyway," Toby grunted. "She’s the worst slut in the group!"
"Don’t tell Jean, either!" Lon insisted.
"And have her freak? She’s just settling down … No, I need to get this locked down by myself, Man. You guys try not to go nuts, will you? Not right away?" Toby begged.
"Sure, sure … I’m gonna be careful. And Rick’s smarter about such things than I am…"
"Later." Toby hit the street.
Lon decided it was time to take the bull by the horns, "Mama?"
"In here, Hon." Candace was watching TV in the rec room. Actually, it was a porn flick, but she shut it off as he came downstairs, substituting a cooking show.
"I want to, uh, invite a chick over…"
Candace blinked. "Not getting enough?"
"Well, yeah, but I can’t take Beth to parties, you know?"
Candace nodded. "Well, there are some obvious restrictions…"
"Yeah, yeah. No group noises." He eyed her. "What if I want Beth to teach her deep throat?"
Candace rubbed her face. "I’m going to have to go out and get my hair dyed again…" Returning her son’s glance, she said, "That’s between you and her and Beth. It’s not a group thing. If it turns out she’s group material…" 'which isn’t likely, ' she thought, "then we’ll talk about it."
"Okay."
"What does she look like, Hon?"
"Nice face, nice hooters. Pretty."
"What are you not telling me, Hon?" Candace pressed.
"Okay, she’s big."
Candace frowned. "Fat?" What was this all about?
"No, stocky. Heavy built. Wide, or thick, maybe. Tall. Husky."
Candace raised an eyebrow. "And this appeals to you?"
"Yeah. On her, it does. She’s just, I dunno, jumbo sized."
Candace raised an eyebrow. 'Beth is behind this, somewhere… ' "What else does she have to recommend her?"
"She’s down to earth, you know? I figure she’s trainable. And she’ll put up with my shit — without handing me a lot of hers. She’s easygoing…"
"Any pictures?"
"Uhhh. Maybe. Give me a few." Lon dashed off. It took him fifteen minutes, but he came back with what was obviously a school picture of a placid-looking brown-haired girl with a sweet face and an impressive bust — modestly displayed.
"Well, Hon, I guess I can’t fault your taste too much — although I think Beth is exercising undue influence on you…" Candace hazarded.
"Well, Mama, it’s like this. Beth is comfortable. And she’s a slut. And she will do what it takes to get a little lovin'. That kind of thing extends itself to a lot of chicks, you know? But the ones with the hot figures and the Barbie doll look get all of the attention. I figure that if I want a girl who will pay attention to ME instead of a mirror or a store catalog…" Lon eyed his mother sidelong. Was he pushing too hard, here?
"You’re not settling, then?" Candace asked.
"No — look at her! She’s nice looking! We kind of hit it off at the cinema the other day…"
"Well, all right," Candace sighed, eyeing the freshly printed picture. "Drag her around, then. Try not to excite Jean over it, please…"
"No problem, Mama. It’ll all stay separate…"
'Yeah, right, ' Candace thought. 'If I was her, I’d smell another woman on him before we got to date three — and he’d better have a tale to tell! This won’t last… ' He appeared to have his head on straight, though — the credit card and clothing store set wouldn’t let him get to first base without some guarantee that their star would rise with his…
Chapter 32
Posted: March 08, 2009 - 06:17:29 pm
Rick braced himself and took a run at something even more dangerous — Jean! "Mom, we’ve got to talk."
"Dear?"
"I met this girl…"
"WHAT?" Jean’s eyes popped.
"C’mon, Mom, you know this shit isn’t going to last! You said so yourself!"
"Well, yes, but…"