Chapter 14, LONG NIGHT’S JOURNEY
Spike still didn’t know what to make of Mr.
Smith – a.k.a. Lou Gallian. As he drove home, facing the bright, early-morning
sun, the thought of being a paid companion for the hot hunk was confusing to
his moral balance. Even though they had discussed that Spike might put the
money aside for some charity, the idea of being bought by a guy he’d rather
have as a friend was unsettling.
He had no problem being an escort for male
visitors who passed through Las Vegas and the past two years had been
profitable. Being part of an exclusive organization that provided these pricey
services to a well-heeled clientele made his ‘work’ palatable. He tried not to
think about the boys who hustled for ‘johns’ on the streets and in fleabag
motels away from The Strip. They were all a variation of the world’s oldest
profession. Spike considered the range of emotional experiences that were the
results of his ‘part-time job’: fantasy, boredom, excitement, stimulation, disgust,
arousal. Fat, short, tall, muscular, old, older, sweaty, tiny weenies, huge
hogs, smooth, bear hair…he’d seen it all.
But now there was Lou…the forbidden fruit. ‘Fruit, indeed,’ he thought
with a smile, ‘ripe and plucked.’
The company of the handsome scion and ‘date’
had been a welcome surprise. ‘What’s not to like?’ he considered as he turned
the corner to his street. ‘Charming, intelligent, sense of humor, GQ handsome,
a body crafted by private trainers and equipment that he knows how to use. I’m
going to be sitting down rather carefully today. But then so is he.’ Spike
chuckled as he pulled into the driveway. ‘His confidence that he’ll always get
what he wants puts me off a little. But that attitude is probably part of being
in that financial circle.’ He shook his head at the comparison of Spike the
Valley pauper and Lou the Social Register prince. “Don’t get emotionally sucked
in,” he advised himself out loud, “to an oil and water relationship.”
He stopped the Honda in the nearest parking
space, eyed the pool and smiled. ‘Mmmm, it’s a nice, warm morning and I could
use a little time in the Jacuzzi to soak my butt. It’s only seven and I deserve
a little reward for being a good boy.’ Spike got out of his car and smiled as
he inhaled the dry, desert air. ‘Fuck, is life good or what?’ he thought. It
was the ‘or what’ that caused him to have an odd moment of uncertainty.
Off came the shirt as he made his way to the
pool area. At the nearest table, Spike toed off his shoes and took off his
pants. Last to be removed were his socks and briefs. He arranged all the
clothes in a neat pile, grabbed a towel and walked over to the Jacuzzi. After
he set the timing control, he scratched his nuts and walked down the Jacuzzi
steps. ‘Ah, yes,’ he thought as he tossed the towel aside, ‘just what I need.’
Spike submerged his tired body in the hot water and leaned back into one of the
water jets. ‘Must let Mario know who Mr. Smith is, so he hears it first from
me. Let him figure out how to resolve the dilemma.’ The dilemma, of course, was
that Lou wanted a rematch on Thursday. Spike wasn’t sure how Mario was going to
want to handle the situation. Sure it was Mr. Gallian, Jr., but he was also a
paying client. ‘I guess some of the money would recycle back to the family so
it’s profitable for everyone,’ he thought with a cynical chuckle.
“Hi, Spike,” Cray said. “You just get back?”
“Hey.” Spike opened his eyes a little and
blocked the sun with his hand. He smiled at the image of his teen friend
standing on the ledge, wearing just a pair of shorts. “You getting ready for
school?”
“Was just about to when I heard your car.
Thought I should tell you about the excitement here last night.”
“Good or bad?” Spike’s curiosity was
aroused. Generally, the house was pretty quiet.
“Bad…but it turned out okay.”
“Then tell me what went down. Better still;
get in the Jacuzzi so I don’t strain my neck trying to look at you. You’ve got
time, right?” He watched as Cray pulled
off his shorts and got in the water. ‘Damn,’ he thought, ‘that boy is certainly
no boy.’ He admired Cray’s improved body tone and everything else that was
revealed. “There ya go. Now, what happened?”
“This is just you and me talking. Okay? It
got really crazy and I think I heard some things that I probably shouldn’t know
about,” Cray said as he sat down on the ledge in the water near Spike.
“I’m cool with that. My lips are sealed.”
Spike took Cray’s hand and squeezed it. He watched Cray take a deep breath and
swallow.
“I was talking to Mario last night when Brad
showed up all bloody and roughed up. I mean, he looked like death warmed over.”
“Brad? Holy shit, what happened?” Spike sat
up and moved closer to Cray.
Cray gave an accounting of what he observed
and overheard from the time that Brad came into the kitchen to Mr. Ed’s taking
Brad to the clinic. Spike raised his eyebrow when Cray said he had overheard
Mario talking on the phone with a ‘Johnny’ and that they were going to meet at
a bar and investigate. Cray finished the story by adding that Mario had come
back later and seemed to now be okay with what had happened. He added that
Mario’s right hand was red and seemed a little swollen.
“Buddy, I think you’re right not to mention
this to anyone else.” Spike put his arm around Cray’s shoulder and held him.
“I couldn’t help but think that you might
come home like that sometime…with all your late night work.” Cray leaned in,
rested his head on Spike’s chest and innocently snuggled in.
“No way,” Spike replied as he took his free
hand and ruffled Cray’s hair. He pulled the teen closer and continued, “Our
clients are well-screened before hand. Brad just got unlucky running into an
asshole at that bar. Could have happened to anyone.” He kissed Cray on the
forehead and looked into his worried eyes. “Just so you know, I’m very seriously
thinking about retiring next spring even if it would mean a big hit to the bank
account.”
Cray twisted around and, while slopping
water, gave Spike a big hug. “That is great news. I really wish you would.” He
squeezed a little harder, released and moved back to his former sitting
position. “There’s more personal news. I got a chance to get to know my friend,
Michael, a little better last night. I took your advice and we ended up back
here. Over by the tree, as a matter of fact,” he said with a snicker. “It
was…great.”
“Ha. I’m not going to ask you what happened
cuz I assume that you both figured out how things work.”
“Let’s just say that I put to use what I
learned when your brother visited,” Cray said with a laugh. “Well, almost
everything.”
“Ewww, TMI.” Spike joined in the laughter
and splashed his friend. “If you have any questions down the road, just ask.
I’m glad you found someone in school who might become a boyfriend. But, if this
gets serious, you two need to decide how you handle it with your friends.
You’ve already found out how imbecilic some guys can be.”
“Good point and thanks for the offer. If
things go much further, I may have some other questions about, you know...”
“Yeah, I know. In the meantime, let’s jump
in the pool. I need to cool off and you probably should get ready for school.”
Spike stood up, climbed out of the Jacuzzi, ran to the pool and propelled
himself into a rolling cannonball. “Ummmph,” he growled as hit the water and
submerged. ‘Feels good,’ he thought as he swam underwater to the edge. A water
shockwave behind him announced that Cray had just taken the plunge. He was
happy that Cray felt safe in confiding in him: revealing private moments that
were part of a young man maturing. Spike wasn’t ready, however, to reciprocate
with details about his experience with Lou. ‘Gotta get Mario’s read on this,
first.’ He eased up to the surface and continued to the ladder. Suddenly, he
felt hands on his shoulders and a quick shove dunked him below the water. ‘That
little shit,’ he thought with a smile as he looked around underwater. ‘I’d love
to play but he has to go to school and I need my rest.’ He swam away from Cray
and pulled himself up on the ladder.
“You quitting so soon?” Cray said as he
treaded water.
“School time for you, buddy, and I’m ready
to crash. We can play dick-tag another time. Although I’m at a disadvantage cuz
you’re so small and it’s hard to find.” Spike stuck out his tongue and winked.
“Right. Like you’ve got a donkey-dong.”
“No complaints so far. Come up here and say
‘goodbye’.” He watched Cray climb up the ladder, jump a little to shake off
water and walk up to him. ‘Man, if he was only four or five years older,’ Spike
thought with a smile, ‘he would definitely be a keeper.’ He opened his arms and
invited Cray into a hug.
“Thanks for listening to me. Um, not about
Brad’s ordeal or my life…but that I’m concerned about you.” Cray stepped close
to Spike, wrapped his arms around the older guys torso and squeezed firmly
while their wet bodies tenderly touched - everywhere. Cray smiled and released
himself. “Gotta go, big brother,” he said as he turned, winked and trotted over
to pick up his shorts.
“See ya for dinner tonight?”
“Absolutely – about five. Then I’ve got to
do some serious studying. Bye.” Cray waved and walked back to his room.
Spike waved back and decided to swim some
laps after all. The conversation had brought him back to the realities of life
and the need to work off a bit of nervous energy that had been stirred moments
earlier. Some of his best thinking occurred when he swam back and forth in a
steady rhythm. He walked down the steps in the shallow end and pushed off.
‘Gotta make a list,’ he thought. ‘Talk to Mario, do some errands and study this
afternoon. Better check the office and see if I have anything going on later.’
He remembered a booking for a ‘quickie’ at The Sahara around ten that night.
Spike frowned about going to a hotel that wasn’t considered quality. ‘Probably
some closeted government guy from Sacramento,’ he decided with a laugh, ‘over
here on a cheesy per diem.’
Fifteen minutes later, Spike took a shower
at the outside stall by the Jacuzzi, wrapped a towel around his middle, grabbed
his clothes and walked to the house. He was surprised to see Mario, making
coffee, fully dressed.
“Morning, boss. Kinda early for you,” Spike
said as he entered the kitchen.
“Rough night and I got things to do this
morning.”
“I heard. Cray told me. How’s Brad doing?
Any change?” Spike set down his bundle of clothes on the floor.
“He’ll be okay,” Mario replied as he poured
a cup of coffee. He asked, “You want some java or are you going to bed?”
“Coffee would be appreciated.” Spike watched
Mario retrieve an extra cup and fill it. “I need to talk with you. Can you
spare a few minutes…now?”
“Yeah, that’s doable although I want to get
over to the clinic in about a half hour. Let’s move outside and enjoy the
morning.”
“Great. I’ll put on some shorts and join you
in a sec.” Spike took a sip before setting his cup down next to Mario’s.
“Don’t worry about your cup. I’ll bring it
out.” Mario grabbed both cups and left the kitchen.
Spike picked up his bundle of clothes and
walked quickly to his bedroom. Without making much noise so as not to wake up
his roomie, Spike retrieved a pair of shorts and slipped on his flops. ‘I’ll
organize and pick up everything when I get back,’ he thought as he went through
the house and out to the pool. He noticed Mario was sprawled out on a chair and
seemed intent on soaking up the morning sun.
“You need any help with Brad? I don’t have
much on my plate right now,” Spike asked as he sat down at the umbrella-shaded
table.
“Naw. I appreciate the offer but it’s better
if I handle this. When he gets back, however, you might want to be helpful for
a while. I think he’s more sore than anything else.” Mario sat up, raised his
cup and asked, “What’s on your mind?” He breathed in the aroma before bringing
the cup to his lips.
“It’s about this gig I had. Mr. Smith at the
Four Seasons.”
“Oh, yeah. Twelve friggin’ hours. Hope your
dick didn’t fall off,” Mario said with a laugh.
“No…although we tried.” Spike rolled his
eyes and added, “Turns out we know this man.” He wondered if Mario would pick
up on his use of the term, ‘we’.
“Buddy, you’ll have to be more specific.
Repeat business isn’t unusual and neither is a name like Smith.”
“Turned out Mr. Smith is really…Lou Gallian,
Jr. You gotta
believe I didn’t know that until I met him in his hotel room.” Spike sipped his
coffee and watched Mario for any change of facial expression. ‘None,’ he
judged. ‘I’d hate to be in a poker game with this guy.’
“Hmmm, that is interesting. Maybe we should
give him a staff discount,” Mario said without a smile. “And you haven’t spoken
with him since we had our conversation?”
“Didn’t return his phone calls or anything.
Nada. This came out of the blue and I need some guidance on how to handle it.
Lou is perfectly content with using our services to be with me and is going to
book me for tomorrow night. What do I do?”
“I should be getting seriously pissed off –
really pissed. But at who? You? I don’t think so. With Mr. Gallian? Irritated,
for sure…but I’m not a dummy. Buried underneath the guy’s signature who signs
my paycheck, several layers away, is his family.” Mario leaned back in his
chair and stared out to the pool for a few moments. “Tomorrow night. Same
deal?”
“I’ve got to check the booker later but Lou
plans on me being there for another 12-hour gig. I’m conflicted because you
don’t want me to be with him. But it goes further. I kinda like the guy and
feel funny taking money for something…”
“You’d give away for free?” Mario said with
a chuckle.
“I don’t think of it that way. There’s a
friendship developing and ya just don’t…I mean…look, Mario, I want to see the
guy as a friend.” Spike looked directly into Mario’s eyes and wondered if he
had gone too far. “I’m asking you to reconsider the ban. No disrespect
intended.” He toyed with his cup and thought, ‘I hope I’m not walking off a
plank like in Johnny Depp’s pirate movies.’
“You’re intent on not making my life easy,
aren’t you?” Mario sat up and rested his arms on the table.
“Believe me, I didn’t plan on this
happening. And I’m also not naïve enough to think this is Mr. Right. The whole
class difference thing is pretty heavy. But I do think we could be friends.” Spike
hoped that Mario was taking this as well as it appeared on the surface.
“Here’s what I think. First, I appreciate
you came to me at the earliest opportunity to tell me. Loyalty is a big deal
for me. However, number two, providing
the big guy’s son with services and charging for them is unacceptable.” He
paused and put his hand on Spike’s forearm. “Therefore, understand that I’m
making a bad short-term business decision but a wise long-term career move. As
we used to say in the Corps, I’m canceling orders.”
“Oh, Christ,” Spike said as he jerked up
straight, “That’s super. You’ve taken a lot of weight off my shoulders.
Seriously, although I don’t have any illusions about anything more than being a
friend, not ‘working’ when I’m with Lou is important.” He grabbed Mario’s hand
and kissed it.
“That’s all I get?” Mario asked with a grin.
“Gimme a hug. I think we both need one.” He stood up and added, “And maybe a
peck on the lips. But no tongue.”
“Yes, sir.” Spike joined Mario, grabbed him
firmly and lightly kissed him. “Thanks.” He smiled and thought to himself,
‘Christ, it’s not even eight in the morning and I’ve already had two hugs.’
“A couple of things. First, your working
schedule comes first. Second, don’t talk about this with the other guys. You two
need to be fairly discrete. Understand?”
“Completely. You wanna meet him sometime?
He’s really cool.”
“That’s probably something I shouldn’t do,”
Mario replied. “Keep everything off the radar…the less I’m involved, the
better. Trust me, it’s the best way to play this.”
“Do you mind if I confide in Cray? He’s the
one who introduced us and was a little bummed out when I didn’t return any of
Lou’s calls.” Spike wanted to share this good news with his honorary little
brother but didn’t want anything to come back and bite his ass.
“As long as he understands that it’s a
secret that he’s not to tell anyone…I don’t mind.”
“You know that won’t be a problem. This
really makes me feel good.”
“Okay, bud. I gotta run. We’re agreed how
you’re going to handle this so don’t disappoint me.” Mario put his arm around
Spike and added, “I’m going over to see Brad. Chances are Doc will release him
and I’ll bring him back to mend.”
“Say ‘hi’ and let him know I’ll be happy to
help him when he gets back.” Spike smiled as he watched Mario walk back to the
garage. ‘I’m going to call Lou on his cell right now,’ he decided as he grabbed
the cups and returned to the kitchen.
*****
The noise of the garage door opening alerted
Cray that Mario was leaving. He finished dressing for school and went over to
the deserted kitchen for his breakfast. He noticed coffee had been made and
decided to have a half-cup while he munched down some cereal. ‘Plenty of time
to get to school,’ he decided as he noticed the clock on the stove. ‘Probably won’t
see Michael until lunch,’ he decided, ‘but it’s time to leave.’
High schools everywhere were the same in the
final few minutes before the first buzzer announced it was time to be in
homeroom. Cray was at his locker stowing his bag and pulling out the books he’d
need for the morning when Tim Woods walked up.
“Hey, Cray, how they hangin’?”
“Didn’t notice…guess they’re still there.”
Cray closed his locker door and twirled the combination. “How are you doing?”
He grinned at his friend as they walked down the crowded corridor.
“Turned in a heap of stories for the
newspaper and didn’t get much done last night. You?”
“Michael took me to his Tai Chi school. It
was pretty cool and I think I’ll do this on Tuesdays for a while. The master is
a good teacher and has a solid handle on Chinese martial arts.”
“He wanted me to go once but I had too much
going on with the newspaper deadline and covering sports. So you do a little
kick-ass in addition to all the meditation moves?”
“Fortunately I haven’t had to use kung fu
other than for the sport of it. But I figure it’s good to know, just in case.”
Cray didn’t want to brag but decided that Tim should know he could take care of
himself in a pinch.
“Guess you’re pretty lethal?” Tim asked as
they turned the corner and walked closer to their homeroom.
“I don’t know about lethal,” Cray replied
with a snort. “I know how to do what’s needed…if it ever comes to that. Why do
you ask?”
“Just that I’ve noticed Vince’s buddies
watch you closely when you’re around them. Nothing hostile, ya understand. It’s
like they’re trying to figure you out.”
“Funny you should mention that. One of the
posse, Glenn I think his name is, came up to me a couple of days ago and asked
if I wanted to go with them to a movie this weekend. I told him that I had a
part-time job but said maybe we could get together on a Sunday, sometime. Glenn
seemed pretty nice.”
“Glenn Gould’s his name. When he’s not in
cretin-mode, Glenn can be okay. He and one of the other guys are on the track
team.”
“So there’s a little group of gangster jocks
at school? What do they do, hold up the other guys in the locker room for their
nut cups?” Cray said with a laugh. He slowed down at the door to homeroom and
walked in just as the buzzer went off.
“Saved by the bell…and your bad jokes. See
ya later.” Tim ‘hi-five’d’ Cray and added, “Probably at lunch.”
While Mr. Blankenship completed his
attendance and made the morning announcements, Cray became more curious about
Gould. He knew from being in one class with Glenn, that he was pretty bright.
To find out that he was also an athlete was something of a surprise. ‘Maybe
there is something more to the guy than just being a leaderless ‘goomba’ with
no one to bully?’ he wondered. ‘I should initiate something with him. A larger
friend base wouldn’t hurt.’ Cray smiled as he thought of Michael.
The morning sped by and Cray’s scurry to the
cafeteria was hastened by the anticipation of seeing his Tai Chi buddy. ‘Must
be cool,’ he thought as he got in the food line, and calmed down a bit. ‘Don’t
want to appear all horned up to the other guys.’ Five minutes and a chilidog
purchase later, he wandered over to the area of ‘their’ table. He smiled and
nodded when he saw Tim, Chris…and Michael. As he approached, he noted that they
all must have just arrived because the food had hardly been touched.
“Hey,” Cray said as he sat down in the chair
next to Michael.
“You get lost?” Michael said with a smile.
“We decided to start without you.”
“Yeah, yeah…gimme a break. I had a pop-quiz
at the end of calc class and needed every minute to finish it.” Cray returned
the smile and rolled his eyes. “Think I did okay.” He looked around and noticed
that Chris and Tim were busy feeding their faces. He took the opportunity to
press his leg on Michael’s and hold it for a moment. ‘Might as well make sure
we’re still in the same orbit,’ Cray decided. ‘Oh, yeah.’ He smiled when
Michael’s leg moved up and down before pulling away. ‘Makes two of us horned
up.’
“So, I understand that your karate class is
pretty good?” Tim asked Michael. “Cray said he enjoyed it.”
“Kung fu, doofus. Karate is Japanese,”
Michael said with a raised eyebrow.
“Whereas kung fu comes from China. But both
can be pretty effective,” Cray added. “The kung fu movies and Bruce Lee kinda
exaggerate the forms but you get the idea…”
“Of kicking butt. I want you guys on my side
if there’s any problems.” Tim turned his thumb up and continued to eat.
“How you been?” Cray asked quietly to
Michael. He brought his leg close to Michael’s leg until the two bare knees
were touching.
“Got in a good workout last night,” Michael
replied with a straight face. “You wanna practice what we learned tomorrow
after school?”
“Some practice would be a good idea. You
wanna come over to my place? We could either workout by the pool or in my
room.” Cray almost cracked up at the way they were talking in code and the guys
at the table had no idea what they were really planning.
“That’d be great except I don’t have wheels.
How about coming over to my place? Dad has to work at night with all the
training classes they’re conducting to get the casino ready to open.”
“You’re sure that’ll be alright?”
“No problem. We can ‘practice’, have dinner
and study. He gets home around 10:00 p.m. and then I can take you home in his
truck. We can put your bike in the back.”
“That works for me. I’ll leave a note
tomorrow where I’ll be, and your telephone number, so that no one gets worried
about me not being home.” Cray felt a little ashamed that he was skirting the
truth but decided these little deviations were necessary until his family
status was worked out. He pressed his bare leg into Michael again and asked,
“By the way, when do the guys usually start wearing jeans to school?”
“I dunno,” Chris replied. “Usually around
Thanksgiving it starts getting a little cool. ’Bout then, I guess.”
“That’s good to know. Back in Provo, all the
guys are in jeans by this time of the year. Probably won’t need a heavy coat?”
“Naw. Just a lightweight jacket,” Tim said
as he looked up from his plate. “If we hit an odd cold day, we do a layered
thing with a sweater.”
“Or sweatshirt,” Michael added. “Maybe we
can take a drive to the outlet mall some weekend and look for some clothes.
It’s just south of town and they have Hilfiger, Nike, Reebok…stores like
that…with good prices.”
“Let me save up and maybe we could all go in
a couple of weeks?” Cray looked at his growing core of friends and felt good.
‘What a difference two months makes,’ he thought with satisfaction.
The rest of the lunch hour was spent with
the guys gossiping, bitching about their teachers, joking and saying ‘hi’ to
other students. Tim gave a ‘practice bench’ analysis of that weekend’s football
game. They finished, bused their trays to the dirty dish area and waved goodbye
to each other. Cray was going the opposite direction from his lunch companions.
The clock showed that he had five minutes
before class so he didn’t take frantic strides down the corridor, just
sauntered along and smiled as he thought about Michael and their next session.
“Hey, Gamble. Wait up.”
Cray turned around and saw Glenn Gould
approaching. “Hi, Glenn. Whazzup?” He sized up the guy and decided this was
looking like a friendly encounter. They were both the same height but Gould had
a slender, wiry build that made sense now that Cray knew the guy was a runner.
“Saw you at lunch with the other guys. I’m
heading to our English class and thought I would join you rather than walking
by myself…if that’s alright?”
“You should have come over to the table.
There was plenty of room.” Cray looked at Glenn and noticed a frown come over
the narrow, long face. ‘His big brown eyes and long lashes make him look kinda
sexy – in a jock way,’ he considered.
“I didn’t think I’d be welcome. When Vince
was around, I pulled some stupid shit with him and the other guys – stuff I’m
embarrassed about now. Anyway, you’re new and I hoped maybe I could, um, make
friends with someone who wasn’t so down on me.”
“Glenn, sounds like you’re more down on
yourself than anyone else. In fact, Tim told me you’re on the track team and
could be a pretty decent guy.”
“He said that?”
“Yeah. You and another member of
Vince’s…um,”
“Goombas? I’ve heard that before,” Glenn
said with a shrug.
“Well, if the foo shits,” Cray added with a
laugh. “Seriously, I don’t see all you guys together much, anymore.”
“Me and Benny – my track teammate – are
pretty tight. The other guys just sort of faded into the woodwork. Vince was a
mean fuck and some sort of bad glue. I just moved here a year ago and got
sucked in. When Vince transferred, I – and Benny – decided to shake off the
other guys and move on. You don’t mind if we’re seen together?”
“Naw.” Cray purposely put his hand on
Glenn’s shoulder and squeezed it for a moment. “My problem was with Vince…and
that was resolved. So you and Benny are good friends?”
“We hang out but he’s not as serious about
studying. Benny coasts by. Gets gentlemen ‘C’s’ and spends a lot of time
playing games on his PlayStation. He’s cool to be with most of the time,
though.”
“But you’re pretty smart. From the way you
pick up things in class, I’d say that you are serious about school.” Cray
noticed that they were almost in front of the classroom door and slowed down.
‘Still have a few minutes,’ he thought ‘and I want to know more about Glenn.’
He stopped walking and Glenn pulled up beside him.
“Got a 3.5 G.P.A.,” Glenn said with a shrug.
“I need a scholarship to help out with college expenses and it has to be
through academics. I’m okay in track but no superstar. Benny’s got rich parents
and doesn’t have too many worries. He’ll probably go to UNLV, get a business
degree and end up selling cars with his dad at their Lexus dealership.”
“Lexus, huh? They sell pretty well. No
wonder Benny wanted to practice his ‘goomba’ techniques. By the time he joins
his dad, he’ll be able to rob the public blind,” Cray said with a laugh.
“That is kinda funny.” Glenn joined in the
laughter and added, “Actually, their dealership has a good reputation…but I see
your point.”
“You mentioned college and I’ve been
thinking about that as well. We’ve got the SAT’s to face, and this is coming up
real soon. I transferred in with a 3.2 and will probably need scholarship help,
too. Maybe we could form a study group for the SAT tests? There’s a test the
end of January so registration is due in December.”
“Hey, that’d be cool. Who all would want to
do this?” Glenn perked up and seemed to become more animated.
“This is just something I’ve been kicking
around. Michael, Tim…for sure. Chris? Probably?” Cray was proud of himself for
thinking up the idea.
“And you’d let me be a part of the study
group?”
“Why not? It seems like this whole ‘goomba’
thing is something you want to forget about. Listen, we better get in for
class. Um, I have to work on weekends – Friday and Saturday nights – you wanna
get together on Saturday during the day? We could go to the mall or workout at
24 Hour Fitness. My only limitation is having to be at work by 5:00 p.m.” Cray
turned and looked directly into Glenn’s eyes. “You seem nice enough and we got
off on the wrong foot. Oh, I don’t have wheels so getting around is a drag.”
“24 Hour Fitness would be good. I’ve got a
gym membership but don’t go there very often. When Vince was around, it was
more about just being with him and going where he wanted to go. Exercise was
not high in his priorities.”
“That’s all part of the past and if we take
care of our bodies now, it’ll payoff later on,” Cray replied. He was happy that
there was a chance to make friends with the guy. ‘Nothing sexual,’ he thought,
‘just someone to hang with.’
“It would be a good idea to get a little
more serious about getting into shape before track season. But I’m looking for
a little payoff right now. There are a couple of gals I want to get friendly
with, and this could be part of my new image.”
“There ya go. Think of it as a makeover…like
on Oprah.” Cray snickered and lightly patted Glenn’s shoulder.
“Fuck you, Gamble,” Glenn replied and then
joined the laughter. “We could go to the gym and cruise over to the mall afterwards.
Don’t worry about transportation. I can borrow one of the ’rents’ cars.”
“Then it’s a done deal. We can work out the
particulars in a couple of days.” Cray pointed to the classroom and said, “It’s
time for Shakespeare.”
“Email me all your contact numbers.” Glenn
waited for Cray to enter and followed close behind.
“No ’puter yet. It didn’t make the move.
I’ll write down everything for you.” Cray decided it was too complicated to
admit that he’d never had a computer. He clenched his teeth when he thought of
‘mommy and step-daddy dearest’.
“You wanna grab a couple of seats over by
the window?”
“Sure. I’d just as soon avoid the front. You
always get called on.” Cray didn’t add that in this class, he had noticed the
English teacher discretely checking out his crotch more than once. ‘The teacher
would be kinda interesting…if I was 20 years older,’ he thought with a chuckle.
He sat down behind Glenn in the row of seats by the window, leaned forward and
said into Glenn’s ear, “I’m glad we had this conversation. Another friend is a
good thing.”
Glenn turned and replied, “Yeah. A good
thing.”
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TO BE CONTINUED