Before dropping Sheldon off at the bus stop to go home and face the music, we exchanged phone numbers and agreed to meet the following day providing he wasn't grounded and Jill and I then sat at the barber shop awaiting my turn in the chair.
Photos of various hair styles lined the walls. Jill pointed out one in particular that caught his fancy, "Jacky I really think that one would suit you to a tee! -- Please?" he cajoled with puppy-dog eyes, "For me?"
I relented but gave in and watched my reflection in the mirror as the barber lopped away at my ringlets. The transformation was slow and tedious, my anxiety increased with every scissor snip and I closed my eyes.
"How does that look, young man." I heard him say, as I opened my eyes to see a stranger staring back at me, mimicking my movements.
To my horror, a boy of maybe eleven years old sat where I had sat not fifteen minutes before. His eyes were wide and his face a cherry red as his fingers washed through his short cropped blond hair.
"Awesome, dude!" Jill's exited voice resounded in the packed but quiet salon. "Fuckin' awesome! -- Put a little of that gunk in his hair ta keep it in place 'cause we're riding our bikes and..."
"Watch your mouth, sonny! This ain't a tavern, so mind your manners." the old barber chastised him, "That'll be twenty-five dollars, young man." he said jovial to me.
Well, grandma only gave me ten dollars because that was all it usually cost for a trim, I guessed we upgraded!
Jill's eyes said it all; we were going to dash without paying! Off we ran out the front door, the chimes clanging loud as the door exceeded its torque before we hopped on our bikes that leaned against the shop window. The barber's cloak still secured around my neck billowed in the wind like Batman on wheels as we sped off!
Tires screeched, horns blasted, a crash was imminently heard from behind but nothing stopped our hasty exodus from the barber with scissors held high and a few old men with rolled up porno magazines in feeble pursuit!
A safe distance away and after the adrenalin rush we stopped at a McDonald's to enjoy dinner, ten dollars richer and our bikes hidden and secured to a rear dumpster while the dust settled.
"That's a great haircut, Jacky," he complimented, "makes ya look soooo cute!"
"I look like that little kid in the *Coppertone *ad!" I said accusingly, "The one where the dog is pulling down his bathing-suit on the beach, asshole! I don't know why I let you talk me into it, and... how can a stupid haircut change an appearance so drastically anyways?"
"Well I think ya look fuckin' hot and I'm getting a boner lookin' at ya. Let's go into the john and I'll give ya a McBlowjob for dessert!" he joked.
That caught the attention of a lady dining at the next table with two twin boys of around seven. She was sipping a coffee and gasped which spilled from the cup and sprayed out her mouth as she stared open jawed at Jill.
"Whats a Mcbo...Mcbochob?" one boy asked his mother.
"Can we get one too?" the other boy asked the perplexed lady who was at a loss for words.
Jill being Jill, unable or unwilling to let sleeping dogs lie, stared back at the woman and then looked at the boys, "Sure! If your Mon says its okay, I'll take ya and treat ya's to a McBlowjob too!
"Can we mom! Can we... pleeease?" the boys begged excitedly.
The lady scowled at Jill and said, "You are a very disgusting young man!" she scathed gathering up their food purchase to move tables, "What would your mother say if she could hear you now? She would give you supreme shhh--!" she hesitated not wanting to swear in front of her kids.
"Lets see..." Jill scratched his head, "If my mother was here now she'd tell ya that I am in fact a McCocksucker; God knows she's told everyone else in the world... and yes, she'd give me shit alright... for giving fucking McBlowjobs away for McFree in the fucking McBathroom and not scoring at least a rock of McCrack cocaine for her!"
I broke out in hysterical laughter and my face fell into my ketchup-laced McFries as the woman rose in disgust and moved her kids to another table.
Minutes later we were asked to leave the premises by a pimply faced teen who's name tag read, "Scooter - Manager," along with two nerdy zit faced teens acting all macho like. A sense of dread came over me.
"Look Jacky, this McDonald's has live entertainment; 'McScooter and the Pimplettes!" he pointed and laughed, "What do you guys do? Song and dance or pop each other's zits or something?"
"You guys have to leave!" Scooter insisted, pointing to the lady seated across the room, "That lady says you're vulgar and swearing in front of her children. This is a family restaurant and..."
"Scooter, Scooter, Scooter, -- I don't fucking swear, man! No fucking way 'cause I'm a good fucking Catholic boy and that cunt over there... well, she was ease dropping on my personal conversation with my fucking boyfriend! -- WEREN'T YA CUNT?" he screamed across the room.
"All I was saying is that I wanted to give my boyfriend a blowjob in the bathroom; you understand right, Scooter? Nothin' you haven't done before, I'm sure!" Jill toyed with him picking up a fry and nibbling it.
"Then all of a sudden her kids are askin' for one as well and she comes unglued at that!" Jill fabricated, playing them on, "And now you're asking us to fuck off? -- Sorry dude, but we're not finished our meal quite yet. It's my birthday and my boyfriend and I are having a romantic dinner; so why don't ya take your posse and... FUCK OFF!" Jill yelled, pounding his fist on the table over the top of mustard and ketchup packages and sending their gooey contents squirting over Scooter's crotch.
Scooter backed away but much too late, "That's it, I'm phoning the cops!" he threatened as he retreated with the nerd squad in pursuit.
"Jillian let's get out of here, we don't need the cops right now!" I urged, "Let's just take our food and go, okay?"
It seemed like everywhere we went there was a altercation of some sort or another. That time I thought was different; he had egged on the confrontation. His tongue hung out, thoroughly pissed off as he rose and gathered up his food and drink.
"Yeah your right, lets get out of here." he said calmly and much to my short lived relief before hurling his cola at Scooter who was talking on the phone behind the sales counter. It ricocheted off a till before erupting in mid air and raining over him and other staff. Not being the least bit satisfied with that, he then took mine out of my hand and threw it across the near empty restaurant at the lady, barely missing a direct hit. Instead, it hit the wall mural of Ronald McDonald square in the nuts and exploded orange soda over her and the two kids!
Sirens were heard as we hightailed it in the opposite direction before stopping and sat in an alley to finish off our burgers and fries. Another close call averted, but I couldn't help but wonder if we were on the cop's 'most wanted' list by then with everything that had come down over the last few days!
Several counts of shoplifting; several counts of assault; extortion of the old man at the mall; theft of the bikes and case of coolers; public nudity and lewd exposure while fishing; sexual touching at the pool; rape of Sheldon and now what I guessed could be construed as sexual invitation of the two boys as well as vandalism of a McDonald's restaurant!
I pictured all the victims sitting at the police station giving their statements of incrimination, right or wrong in truth but enough evidence to assure jail time for Jillian and me for aiding and abetting and my downright participation!
Hearing sirens anew, I began to shake and shimmer with sudden paranoia. Unfounded was my belief that the police were on the hunt for us. A dragnet had ensued, guns at the ready. I cried and stuttered out all of those fears to Jillian who looked on in bewilderment then laughed.
"Dude settle down, the cops aren't after us! Well... not like ya think, anyway." he tried to assure me, "It's okay alright? Nothing to worry about, I promise!" Jill said with great concern as he reached for me with open arms and held me tight as I sobbed on his shoulder until my fear subsided.
"Hey... lets go score some Ex and go home, okay? That'll make ya feel better. Lets get high and forget about everything in this stinkin' world!"
His plan I welcomed. Home and watch TV curled up under in his secure arm; and maybe dance naked again. Then he'd make love to me, slow and passionate inside me as I sucked and bit his nipples the way he liked laying atop me with his chest pressed against my face at a perfect level!
We headed downtown, final destination unknown and unquestioned, only him saying that we needed some cash before stopping at the bikers bar alley to get some Ex because ... I had to agree, "that shit is awesome!"
We wheeled into a park where we hid our bikes in some bushes and locked them together. Jill appeared nervous all of a sudden as we sat at a park bench, his tongue exposed between his lips. He peered at the traffic coming and going up and down the street and watched people standing around on the sidewalk that spanned the city block.
"Follow my lead, Jacky. Don't question anything and just sit here till I tell ya different!" he advised as he strolled onto the sidewalk and leaned against a sign post. A nice car pulled up to the curb, one that I had noticed because of its sporty look that had passed several times.
The passenger window lowered and Jill leaned inside. A minute later he beckoned for me to join him. Another conversation between Jill and the driver took place but all I heard was something about me being his little brother and he couldn't leave me alone in that neighborhood. The auto locks popped and Jill motioned me into the back seat where I wedged myself between two uninhabited baby seats while he crawled into the front.
A nice looking man in his mid forties turned and appraised me for a long while and then smiled and appeared to relax before driving off. I didn't know why we were in that car until the man pulled in behind a Safeway store and parked. He reclined the back rest and fumbled with his pants and underwear until they were below his knees. As soon as Jill leaned over the gear shift it all became very clear to me!
I had to look away. I was disgusted with Jillian then; sucking off a man he didn't even know! Slobbering and panting on the man's cock like... like I didn't have the words to describe it. I guess I knew it all along but refused to believe it to be true, Jill was in fact a prostitute! A boy-whore!
The silence, other than the saliva wet lip smacking and the man's moans of pleasure was interrupted when Jill paused and said, "Ten bucks more if ya wanna cum in my mouth, mister!"
A grunt and the push of Jill's head down said it all, he came in no time and Jill ate it up! Pulling up his pants the man said, "Thanks kid, that was awesome. I thought I was going to have to pick up one of those crack head whores till I saw you. They do it a lot cheaper but all those sores on their faces and lips... yuck! I'd rather pay more than deal with them assholes.
Having been dropped off where we were picked up I went for my bike without uttering a word to Jillian. I was pissed off with a capital 'P' and he knew it!
"What's with you? How the fuck do ya think I've got the money to treat you to movies, food and every fucking thing else? I joked last night that I had to blow a big fat biker to get the dope we wanted! ... Well the truth is I did do it because we didn't have enough money for it! I've just made us fifty bucks for ten minutes work blowing some old fuck in his car so that I'd have money to score some Ecstasy for you, ya... ya little FUCK! he screamed.
I worked blind at the bike lock in the dark as he ranted, unable to see the numbers on the combination and getting very frustrated in the process as he continued his rant.
"No way Jacky, don't lay a trip on me! I didn't want to leave ya here by yourself; its not a safe place to hang out! I decided to take ya along for the ride and now you're all freak out about it!-- Maybe I should have told ya about me sooner but don't hate me because of it... please?" he plead.
"Ya gave some stranger a blowjob in his car for money, Jillian!" I sobbed, "How do you want me to feel about it? Like its okay, ha, ha, sort of thing? -- I just wanna go home and I don't want you there any more; come and get your shit, I'll put it all in a garbage bag!" I doubled over in a fetal position on the ground and started to cry. "Fuck off, Jillian, get outta my life!"
"It's okay Jacky, I understand," he sighed, shoulders slouched and he walked away in a defeated manner. "Maybe see ya around sometime!" he said sadly, looking over his shoulder and proceeded down the street.
He turned around at mid block and screamed at the top of his lungs, "ANYONE FUCKS WITH THAT KID I'LL FUCKING KILL YOU! -- HEAR ME FUCK HEADS! I'LL SLIT YOUR FUCKIN' THROATS!" he threatened all the other boys that I guessed were whores like him standing on the sidewalk. He kicked over a garbage can, then picked it up and threw it into the street, barely missing an oncoming car, the driver yelling profanities; then he was gone from sight.
I bawled and then wailed as I laid on the cold ground under the bushes trying to mouth the words loud enough, "Jillian please come back... please come back... you need your bike, -- I didn't mean to say those things... I love you!" I appealed only to the wind and the darkness that surrounded me. And then the rain started.
I didn't care. I laid there shivering and wanting to die. No more futile attempts to unlock my bike. If successful anyway, where would I go? Home to a room without Jillian to cuddle me? No, I just wanted to die there.
I had strange dreams about my mom holding me tight and keeping me warm, then it was grandma, crying and doting over my frozen naked body. Her tears landed upon me drip after drip, hot and soothing until I wasn't cold any longer and I slept.
...to be continued...