Ch 15 Grief

Ronnie’s right eye creaked open. He was lying on his side, the left side of his body facing toward the sky. He was half awake hearing distraught voices behind him. He knew nothing but the pain that was thriving through his body. He could feel something cold and slimy on his left temple, a green, mossy residue. The voices behind him were getting clearer.

“We can’t take him to a hospital.” Said Adelita in Spanish wiping her hands on her floral apron. She was a stocky, short old woman. Her house was badly painted in a pastoral green that could be seen chipping off on the corners. She had crucifixes and pictures of saints on all walls. Ronnie was on the bed with candles lit on the bedside table. There was a few droplets of blood from his hair that had dropped onto the sheets. On another table there was white sage burning. 

Pedro stood at the doorway with his trucker hat in his hands. His black hair cascaded over his brown skin. 

“What if someone else took him to the hospital?” asked Pedro trying to relieve himself of this responsibility. There was no way he was going to take him to the hospital. He was too afraid of them asking questions, and there was always the possibility of them calling immigration. Pedro immediately regretted picking him from the side of the road. 

“You don’t know anyone who’s legal Pedro.” Said Adelita. Pedro paced back and forth.

“If he catches a fever, there’s no way I’m going to be able to stop it. This boy needs antibiotics” She said again. 

“we gotta pray then” Said Pedro coldly.

Jane got out of her car with a slugged step. She looked around the parking lot to make sure she won’t get attacked again by the crazy bitch. Her hair was frizzy and unwashed; her face was pale and unresolved. She walked to the campus clutching her handbag and with other hand holding some textbooks. She couldn’t stop thinking about Albert, she was convinced something bad happened to him, that he was probably kidnapped from the hospital. That would explain why he doesn’t answer his phone. But then she thought why does it keep ringing day after day? Just when she thought she would make it to a building without interference, the familiar blond countenance showed itself through the glass walls of the Observatory. Bradley   extends his arm and tries to touch Jane but she turns around and slaps him. A few people gasp as they walk by and witness the scene she was about to produce.

“You son of a bitch! Your fucking crazy has-been psychopathic girlfriend attacked me!”

“She’s not my girlfriend anymore.  I broke up with her” He said as he quickly recovered from the slap.

“You think I care? You think that just because you say you broke up with your girlfriend I’ll suddenly go climbing back into your bed? No. I’m sorry Brad but you are so deluded if you think I’m that stupid” 

“I know! I know why we can’t be an item. It’s because of your brother isn’t it? Look Jane I’m willing to come to terms that he’s a… fag, just give me a-“ 

Jane slaps him again and starts to walk forcefully in the opposite direction but Bradley catches her and grabs her arm and pulls her back into him.

“Let me go!” She said without causing uproar. Bradley refused to loosen his grip. His expression changed, that slap triggered a fervent anger. He held her close to his chest and breathed her in. Her slightly unwashed hair soothed his soul and calmed his grip but not released until a familiar figure came up behind them.

“Hey! Let her go.” Said Iago standing right behind Bradley. His grip loosened and Jane pushed him away. Bradley looked ashamed and angry. He stared at Iago. he contemplated getting into a brawl with this guy but after observing his stature and his physique he reconsidered. Iago walks in front of Jane and stares down Bradley. Bradley looks back at Jane who seemed to be a shuddering like a puppy hiding behind its wolf mother. 

He immediately turned around and walked away not looking back.

“Thanks Iago” She said.

“No problem, that guy was high out of his mind.”

“You think so?” She asked him knowing for a fact that Bradley did not do drugs of any kind. 

“Oh yeah. You can’t tell but I can bec… well there’s a certain way you can tell. Anyways it seems you can’t ever walk down this way without being attacked. I have a feeling this is gonna be a regular thing” he said.

“I’m sorry, you shouldn’t have to be defending me all the time”

“what? Are you kidding? I kinda enjoy it. Not that I enjoy seeing you get attacked more than me rescuing you” He gives an awkward smile.

“Right… Well I gotta get going-“

“Hey um, my buddy’s throwing a party this weekend down by Ojai County, you wanna come? I’ll drive you. C’mon you look like you could use a distraction” he said. Jane was already preparing her excuse but she paused to actually think about it, she did need to stop worrying about Albert even for one night.

“Sure. Why not?”

Albert closes the bathroom door behind him, brushing his hand through his wet hair. Chico emerges from another room wearing a short bathrobe. Albert looked bored and inattentive as Chico made lustful glances toward him. Albert made it to his guest room an began to dress while Chico stood at the doorway observing him take off his bathrobe and put on one of his fitted t-shirts.

“Could you be a bit less awkward Chico” Said Albert as he turned around to put on a fresh pair of undies. 

“What? You uncomfortable? I thought you homos liked to get stared at?”

“you bisexuals have no walls do you? I’d be okay with it if I didn’t know you were gonna go mack on one of your three girlfriends later.”

“I’m sure there’s someone you’d rather be macking on right now but I forgot that you don’t like to share”

Albert pulls out a backpack from under the bed.

“Where you going?” Asked Chico

“I must be driving my sister insane, she’s been calling me for days now. It’s time I faced her”

“Oh… and for a second there I thought it was because I suggested that threesome earlier. Well you know you’re always welcome back here sugar dick. I’ll close the door now then”

“Thanks”

Albert heard a sudden click after the door closed. He looked at the door knob and there was no turn lock. He quickly grabbed it and tried to turn it. It was locked. Albert panicked and started violently trying to turn the doorknob. 

“Chico! The door! Its locked!” he banged on the door so he could hear him. Chico was standing on the other side.

“Well what do you know, It locks from the outside.” he said. Albert start to act frantic, his movements become sporadic and starts banging the door harder.

“This isn’t funny Chico! Let me out now!” Albert yelled. 

“Lo siento Albert but I’m gonna keep you for a while. Besides, you’re better off here”  He laughs and runs to the kitchen and taps on a boombox. 

The Smiths start to play while Albert bangs on the door and yells while “This Charming Man” plays in the background. 

Kessler steps into a glass office in the center of a column. The office scenery outside the glass was chaotic. There were several men in uniform, most of them walking around the glass office. 

Everything was visible from inside and out. 

He sat in front of a large glass top desk with a think and burly man on the other side with a receding hair line and a soft mustache. 

“Chief” he said. 

“Well, what is it Kessler, have you left the tranny case alone again?”  Said the chief. Kessler noticed large scale photos on the desk of Enrique’s mangled ribcage plastered onto a sofa. 

“His rib cage was pried open, broken vertebrae, and sharpened the edges of his bones. Left him looking like something from one of those ‘end of the world’ zombie movies. And all without leaving a trace. No bodily fluids, no fingerprints, footprints,  no shitprints. Its like a goddam ghost came in and chopped him up. Although I would’nt be surprised, he was one of those Jesus freaks from the University, speaking of which, Ronald Abernathy, was he helping you with the tranny case?”

“Yes he was” 

“well, we can’t find him-“

“Can’t find him? How did you know he was missing?” 

“He’s our lead suspect-“

“What? No. That can’t be. I was with Ronnie last night”

“You just said yourself he was missing. What happened Kessler?” Said the Chief. Kessler turned pale and avoided looking at him in the eye. 

“We were out in front of the club and” Kessler avoided the direction of the chief altogether and hung his head in shame as he opened his mouth to speak but couldn’t verbalize.

“He… left … my car. I told him to get out and I… left him… on the road. We were in Ojai county there was no way Ronnie could’ve made it to DeMille in time.

“That’s irrelevant, besides Petrovsky already narrowed down the suspect to a student in DeMille, one who knows the dorms in the Pastoral side of the College. And a Reverend, the one from the Jesus club pointed out that Ronnie has had several altercations with the student accusing him of the murder of William Stegovitz-“

“Sir, if I may, the reason Ronnie suspected Enrique was because he was a  closeted drag queen. He worked in that drag queen club and Stegovitz recognized him from the Christ Crusaders.”

“So you think this is the Lady Killer?”

“Yes most definitely.”

“We’ll then you’re gonna have to conjure up evidence that Ronald was with you last night or that Enrique was a drag queen.  I got witnesses piling up saying that they saw Ronald leaving his dormitory this morning in a hurry” Kessler looked appalled and then squinted his eyes knowing who would be capable of lying like that. But the fixated on the corners of his eyes thinking that it could be true. 

“I can prove it.” Kessler stood up in front of the chief and left the office.

Gemma knocked on Teddy’s dorm holding some brown paper bags in one hand and her car keys jingled as she kept knocking. 

“Teddy? You there?”. She kept knocking. A distraught figure opens the door. A bug-eyed Teddy stands at the threshold. 

“What?” He said. 

“What the Hell?! You haven’t answered my texts or my calls, I need you to work with me cause like Jane is in utter shards thanks to her jerk of a brother and Ronnie is out playing detective with his man candy and so it’s up to me to keep the club-“ Teddy backs away and retreats to his couch and sits at the base and picks up his game controller and is immediately sucked in his video game.

“Teddy? You okay?” Gemma walks inside the miniscule and dark room. Gemma could only depict the reflection of the television screen in Teddy’s glasses. 

Teddy paused the game and he turned to face her. 

“So… How big was it?”

“How big was what?”

“Jeremiah’s dick… It must be nice to stab your friends in the back. So how was it?” Gemma stood staring at him with disgust.

“So is that why you’re cooked up in your room like an old hermit?”

“How come you didn’t tell me? Is it because you know you’re a shit friend, was it killing you inside? Or did you just take pity on me?”

“Shut up Teddy! Look at yourself… you’re a burning fag tree. That’s the thing with you gay boys, you always think all men are like you. Jeremiah is straight Teddy. He is never going to look at you the way you look at him. So stop wallowing in your fake misery and stop blaming me for natural events. And yeah, I didn’t tell you Teddy because I felt bad. But if you want to shove yourself into your flat screen, be my guest.  Cause I’m so done.” Gemma walks out slamming the door behind her.

Ch 14 Dead End

The air was thick and greasy inside Kessler’s car, he kept warming his hands with his breath. Ronnie was drunk with his scent, he kept pressing his scarf to his nose to prevent himself from intoxicating himself. They were parked outside Chanter club, they were across from it  overlooking the highway. They were watching the entrance with a hawk’s eye. It was tedious and unproductive, that’s how Ronnie took it at least. As far as he was concerned they were just hanging out. Kessler was even wearing jeans, Ronnie would keep dropping hints for him to get out of the car just so he could check out his butt. Ronnie would occasionally snap out of his trance and focus on Will, every time he would look at Kessler’s perfectly defined jaw line he would quiver and claw into his thigh and think it an offense against Will. 

“So tomorrow’s your birthday eh?” said Kessler

“yeah, not much breathing room in here, why don’t take a stretch break, you know ,walk outside” Said Ronnie hoping he’ll say yes. 

“I don’t think thats such a good idea, besides I’m still convinced that the LadyKiller uses a disguise, if a victim could’nt identify him, then he must be wearing a disguise.”

“That queen was drugged up and high, of course he wasn’t going to recognize him, the only thing we got out of him was that he has a slutty tattoo-“

“That can be useful information-“

“How? Not unless you go around checking for yourself”

“Well, I never disregard a piece of information no matter how insignificant you think it may be” he said as he opened a bag of chips.  Ronnie’s grip on his thigh was becoming deadly. it was moments before he started bashing his forehead onto the dashboard. Restraint was his ally. But he could be strong no longer.

“Why are you here, Kessler?” Asked Ronnie before he started hitting himself. Kessler put down the bag of chips.

“What do you mean? We’re scoping out the-“

“Why though? Why go to all this trouble for this case? Why only you? No one else cares about Will, or Irene. No one gives a damn to what happens to drag queens-“

“Where are you going with this Ronnie?”

“Is it because you don’t like to be at home? That’s it isn’t it?”

“Ronnie, what the Hell’s wrong with you?” Said Kessler as Ronnie bit his lip to prevent himself from saying anything more. But it was futile, it was like this neurotic wave of sexual tension burst in Ronnie’s head mixed in with a desire to destroy everything in sight. Ronnie had two possible choices; bash his brains in with his fist or to choose to release his tension. He froze completely staring at the dashboard praying to God that his eyes not wander again towards Kessler’s direction. 

“Come on Ronnie, what’s the matter?” Ronnie remained silent. The more Kessler spoke the more of him he breathed in, the less he could contain himself.  Ronnie remained fixed, frozen like a statue. Kessler began to get worried.

“Ronnie? You okay?” Kessler got closer to Ronnie. Ronnie’s eyes deviated and caught a glimpse of his thin baroque lips. It  happened almost automatically.

 He forced his lips upon Kessler’s with a vigorous zeal and grabbed his head with it. Kessler was overcome with Ronnie’s kiss he was enticed, opening his mouth and taking him in with all his breath. The two kissed like ferocious jungle cats, one trying to fight the other off. Kessler’s saliva tasted exactly the way he imagined, a salty, milky elixir that made him yearn for more.  The air inside the car became sparse, their noses breathed the air that each blew out. Ronnie felt his pelvis quiver as he embraced Kessler further.

Finally, Kessler snapped out of it. His palm pushed Ronnie’s face away breaking away from him with terrible force. Ronnie’s head was shoved back he quickly inhaled and regained his breath. He quickly wanted to explain himself or to apologize but not before Kessler.

“Get out!” Kessler yelled at Ronnie.

“Wait I can explain!” 

“Get out, now!” Kessler was almost shoving Ronnie out of the car. Ronnie was forced outside as the door behind him slam shut and Kessler steeped on the gas, his tin can of a car revved onto the highway leaving Ronnie forsaken on the dark desolate road. He immediately tasted his lips, his scent still fresh, but then he stomped on the ground and kicked some dirt. He was angry at himself, angry that it didn’t go well. He took off his red cardigan and proceeded to rip it into pieces and hurl it into the wind. It was freezing cold but he didn’t care, he cast it away somehow blaming it for all his problems. 

He stood there contemplating to go inside the club and phone someone to come get him. But then he realized he had no one. He wasn’t really on speaking terms with his friends. He looked down the road and remembered a gas station that they passed by on their way. He began walking after he had calmed down. After he’d taken a few steps he noticed a few cars that were coming past them, the thought of hitch hiking crossed his mind, but he’s seen enough horror films to know that wasn’t an option. 

He’d been walking for half an hour until he reached the deserted gas station. Ronnie checked his watch. It was 11:05. He walked inside the also deserted store, making a ding as the door behind him closed. The cashier was to his left behind a glass wall, a fat baldy eating potato wedges.

“Excuse me, do you have a restroom?” Ronnie asked impatiently.

“Yeah, outside in the back near the car wash”

Ronnie smirks and looks around to see if he was lying, he really didn’t want to go outside again. 

Inside the concrete horror-house restroom Ronnie washes his hands and splashes water on his face. He looked at the graffiti rich mirror and tried to recall that rapturous embrace that he shared with Kessler. Then he realized that he didn’t push him away immediately. Ronnie examined the rusty sink, he formulated and hypothesized so many theories of why that was and the only answer that he cared to contemplate was that Kessler was sexually confused and secretly wanted Ronnie. That had to be the only explanation. 

Ronnie heard a scurrying in the outside corner, like a skidding rat. Ronnie carefully listens again and makes out the noise as footsteps, carefully placed footsteps. He slowly makes his way to the entrance of the restroom. At the end of the stone corridor he could discern a shadow moving back and forth almost impatiently. Ronnie shuddered, his heart began to race, his eyes grew wide with fear. He was going to get mugged or something worse. Ronnie covered his nose and mouth to prevent the person outside to hear his hyperventilating. 

He was a cornered rat trapped inside the restroom and they were waiting for him to exit and assault him. Ronnie stood frozen thinking in shuddering fear. He quickly found that he had only one option and it was a long shot at best. 

He silently moved backwards and untied his shoes and removed them. He stretched to his sides, and did lunges. Near the entrance of the corridor he took a runner’s stance and slowly counted… 1… 2…3. 

He viciously sprinted out of the restroom, running right past his assaulter, his face covered by a hood, he started pursuing him immediately. 

Ronnie instinctively ran straight forward away from the gas station and into the dirt fields away from the high way. He could hear his assaulter hurry after him, his big manly footsteps were audible as Ronnie’s feet were pricked by thorns and small sticks. Ronnie ran and ran and ran as fast as his scrawny legs would drive him. His feet kicked up dirt as  he became tired. He looked behind and caught a glimpse of his pursuer. A tall hooded man with a bright blue aluminum baseball bat.

Ronnie looked forward and kept running. Feeling himself be dragged, he was struck with what felt like a massive bullet to the side of his head. The aluminum bat connected with Ronnie’s temple with great force. The sound of it hitting his skull was a loud firecracker.  Ronnie collapsed as he ran. Ronnie was blindsided and knocked out as he began to spasm on the floor. The tip of the bat dipped in blood. 

The hooded man looked around and turned back to the gas station, leaving Ronnie unconscious on the dirt road.

Kessler burst through his home living room, his forehead smothered in sweat. His wife was in the kitchen washing dishes. Kessler strode in there without giving her a chance to greet him.

“David, it’s about time you got-“ She was stopped by Kessler’s mouth as he pressed it against hers savagely. 

“Where are the kids?” he paused to ask.

“They’re asleep” She responded as Kessler lifted her up onto his pelvis and carried her into the bedroom maintaining their kiss. 

Entering the bedroom Kessler drops her on the bed, he unbuttons his shirt as she slips out of her blouse and unhooks her bra. He takes off his pants and impatiently attacks her with sexual fervor. Skipping foreplay he goes in immediately as he turns her around and shakes the foundation of the mattress back and forth repeatedly widening the ridges on the hard wood floors.  

Kessler awakens with the ring of his phone. His wife standing at his bedside holding his cell phone in one hand and carrying the baby in the other. Kessler grabs the phone and answers it. 

“Petrovsky?”

“Where have you been all morning?!” Kessler looked at his alarm clock. It was 11 a.m. 

“Crap, I must’ve over slept, last night was kinda-“

“Guess who was found dead this morning naked on their bed with their rib cage exposed?” Kessler sits up. He remained silent thinking it was who he thought it was.

“Enrique Machado, you should’ve been there, the boy was strangled and was cut up like cardboard leaving his rib cage exposed “ Kessler remained silent. His stomach becoming calm after hearing it wasn’t who he thought it was. 

“Kessler? The D.E.A is denying that this has any relevance to your case. They already got someone else on it… Kessler?!”

“Yeah… I just gotta do something first. I’ll be right there.”

It was at the break of dawn. Pedro rode in the back of a crowded Ford Ranger dolloping through bumpy dirt road. He had a lighter complexion than his counterparts next to him. They all had grim and depressed countenances. Their faces reeked with worry and pensive thought. their trucker hats and faded jeans were a sign were a sign that they were on the way to work. 

Pedro looked out to the encompassing dirt and picked out a figure lying out in the ground. He stared at it for a while then proceeded to shout in Spanish.

“Paren! Espera! Paren!” He banged on the window for the driver to stop. The truck stoped and Pedro jumped off it and ran towards the figure, some of his co workers followed him. 

He came upon Ronnie’s cold bloodied body. He saw the bloody gash on the side of Ronnie’s head and panicked. the other’s caught up to him. Pedro checked his pulse.

“Esta vivo!” he said he was alive. The others looked at each other. 

“Miguel! Tenemos que llevarlo con Adelita, ella sabra como curarlo. “ Pedro lifted Ronnie up from the floor. saying that they had to take him to Adelita, she’ll know how to cure him. The others helped him carry Ronnie to the truck and placed him on the flat bed. Pedro turned his head to the side so the wound would’nt get infected. The others looked bothered that they had found Ronnie. Pedro looked down at Ronnie’s face and stared.

Kessler sped down the same  highway hurriedly looking for any sign of Ronnie seeing as no one would answer at his dorm room number. He started imagining the worst. He was panicking, his hands trembled as he tried to grasp his steering wheel. He finally reached the club and the spot where they were parked. Kessler pulled over to the side and got out of the car keeping his eye fixed on a particular red cloth on the side of the road. He picks it up. It was Ronnie’s red cardigan ripped into pieces. Kessler held it in his hands and looked left and right hoping for any signs of him. Looking left and right and again.

Ch 13 Harbinger

Jeremiah  saw the many assembly lines entangle and raised in between each other, behind the glass he could see them climb up high to the ceiling. He was in a door knob factory waiting for Teddy to et out of work. He was wearing his glasses and his suit-like uniform, he stood out amongst the other people in the waiting room who were common and plain white t shirt-esque. 

Jeremiah was standing while everyone else were sitting down. He stared at the factory line, all the workers with white hats, scrambling pieces and putting them together. There was a large crane machine that indented the metal of the door knobs, then it quickly passed onto the hands of a worker, the process was repeated over and over again with such accurate precision. Behind Jeremiah’s glasses, his eyes were correlating, observing, and calculated. He was some sort of a genius.

He was thrown off when Teddy came in the waiting room wearing his hat and his worker’s vest. 

“Alright I’m ready to go” Jeremiah was kicked out of his trance. 

“Oh, ok, then lets leave… this place bothers me” .

Albert opens his eyes to see a pair of perfectly manicured feet standing right next to his nose. Connected to them was a tan colored man, at a first glance he might look like he’s wearing a graphic t-shirt but it would be due to all of the tattoos, from his neck to his waist and on his arms. A grizzly bear with an outstretched palm grasped his left peck, he was toned and his permed hair suggested the perfect juxtaposition, his head free of imperfections. 

“Rise and shine sweet cheeks” he said. Albert could hear Rock the Casbah by The Clash in the background. he looked again at his feet and remembered the rebellious tirade of an orgy that he was in. 

“Chico, you’re gonna be upset with me but I need a place to stay-“

“Say no more my friend, mi casa es su casa, stay as long as you like you know, just as long as you’re willing to fuck some pussy” Albert glared at him.

“I’m just kidding bro! But you ought to try it sometime-“ A topless woman walks into the living room, her breasts miniscule and non-buoyant. 

“Rosa! Get back in the bedroom, I’m not done with you yet!” Rosa scurries back. Albert stands up and sits on the couch. 

“here” Chico throws a small clear bag at Albert.  

“It’s from my personal stache, free of charge of course, as long as you’re staying here” Chico winked at him and hunched over to whisper something in his ear.

“I’d better see you in there afterwards” Albert contemplated the bag with white powder as Chico disappeared into the bedroom, he stared blankly.  

Jane kept dialing the number on her phone, she pressed the phone to her ear as she heard the tone over and over again hoping to hear Albert’s hello. She walked to her car from the science building in broad daylight as she kept dialing she stopped at her car to press dial one more time.

Suddenly her head was thrust into the driver window as her nose felt the full impact. An enraged Olivia held onto Jane’s red smoldering hair with one hand as she bashed her skull with her other hand. Jane screeched as she tried to release Olivia’s grip on her hair. She immediately thought of pulling but Olivia had grasped a good portion of her hair.

“You fucking whore bitch!” Olivia shouted as she kept pouncing at Jane skull while she shrieked. 

Iago turned around as he heard Jane’s screams from across the parking lot. He sprinted as he saw Olivia pounding Jane’s head, driving her to the floor. He ran as soon as he reached them he grabbed Olivia’s fist with a manly ferociousness, he was angry and with his grip he was crushing Olivia’s hand causing her to release her grip on Jane.

“Ow, ow, ow, let me fuckin go you fuckin piece of shit wetback!”

Iago released her and pushed her back. His teeth clenched and  his eyes glared at her his manly honor was restraining him from chasing her away and pelting her with rocks. Jane recovered from the floor and jumped up, Iago caught her and prevented her from lashing out on Olivia.

“Let me go! I’ll kill her!” It was instinctive for Iago to stop Jane from attacking Olivia but at the same time trying to defend her from Olivia. 

“You fuckin stay away from Bradley, you fuckin whore!” At the mention of his name Jane stopped struggling to get past Iago. 

“That sunuvabitch?” Jane said. Iago was in a hurry and he was not about to let these two make him be late. 

“You should leave. Now before I call campus security!” He said. 

Olivia cursed and mumbled under her breath. She jogged back to her car as Jane and Iago watched.

“Are you ok?” Jane looked at Iago’s caramel skin and his large boulder-like shoulders. 

“Yeah, im just a bit shaken is all” She bent down to grab her phone.

“Wait, I’ll get that” he bends down to grab her phone and almost as if pushed by magnetism, their hangs touched as Iago’s hand reached the phone first. They stood up and Iago handed her the phone.

“I’m sorry, my name’s Iago” 

“I’m Jane. Sorry to ask but what accent is that?”

“I’m from Colombia, I know, my English is sloppy”

“No, no, its fine. I was just intrigued that’s all”

“So are you going to be okay? DO you need to go to the doctors?”

“Um, no I’ll be fine. She hits like a pussy”

“alright well I have to get going, see you around Jane” He smiled at her as she watched him walk back to his car with a gleam in her eye, her attack seemed insignificant to the back side of Iago. 

“God, if you’re up there and your’e not too mad at me, please don’t let him be gay”

Teddy sits idly as Jeremiah walks out of the car to refuel it. Jeremiah’s car was nothing too fancy, a well kept Ford Eclipse. Teddy sat twiddling his thumbs secretly glancing at Jeremiah when his phone started to ring. Teddy picked it up and about to announce to Jeremiah that his phone was ringing when he accidentally looked at the caller I.D. It was Gemma. Teddy felt like he was suddenly in the twilight zone, automatically, he pressed the call button and raised the phone to his ear.

“Jay, sweetie, I rented Pirates Of The Caribbean, how long till you get here?”  Teddy quickly hung up and flung the phone to the driver’s seat as Jeremiah approached the vehicle.  Teddy stared at the dashboard unblinkingly as Jeremiah got in. His eyes started to accumulate water and started to shine. 

“You alright Teddy?”  It took him a while to respond.

“Uh, yeah I’m fine” Teddy bit his lip and gritted his teeth. He wanted to open his window, stick his head and just yell his heart out and let his tears fall out of his face. 

Megan walked up the stairs of one of her friends’ house, she followed a little girl to a bright fluorescent room with flower wallpaper and a giant window that overlooked the entire back yard. Megan was desperate and running out of time the window period in which she could do what she was there to do was closing.

“Hey Cessy could you get me a glass of water”  The little girl nodded and left the room. The instant she did, Megan spasmodically retracted a high caliber photography grade camera from her bag.  She lashed open the curtains of the window and pointed the camera the at the reverend’s office window hoping and praying that he had not moved the curtains the way she placed them before so that there was a clear shot. 

And sure enough, the view was unobstructed. There was the reverend naked, as Megan snapped the photo of him naked and Regina’s ass in the air. She snapped the camera again and again gritting her teeth and cursing under her breath.

Ronnie squeezed through some busty queens to get to Enrique’s dressing room. He was in front of his mirror wiping off his make-up. He lingered a while before he said anything.

“Hey, how are you doing?” He asked him. Enrique looked peppy. 

“I’m great actually”

“Yeah? Cause I was thinking maybe we could go and have that date-“

“Oh I’m sorry I kinda already made plans with someone else”

“Oh alright, yeah no problem” Ronnie had turned red with embarrassment if there was anything that Ronnie found the most unpleasant was being rejected. 

He quickly walked back to the bar as the sensual music pierced his senses. He was diffused, it didn’t really mean anything to him that Enrique rejected him. He was entranced with someone else. The dance floor teases him unwaveringly, teetering the sensual music back and forth, he looked and hoped desperately that he would find Kessler in the middle of the dance floor with leather bottoms and a sequin top.

Iago  stopped at a corner next to a heavily tattooed man wearing a wife beater. He got out of the car and went straight for the hood of the car.

“What the Hell took you so long?” Asked Chico wearing his crocodile skin sandles, showing off those prized piggies. 

 

Iago opened the trunk. “Girl fight bro, had to break it up, anyways, here’s the 50 Kilos”

Chico looked I the trunk and there were the pristine white packages of white powder. Iago’s accent seemed to vanish.

“That’s perfect bro”.