Bad Moon, Good Dreams and the Summer End Part 1

“ I don’t like seeing you this way” said Ruby as I darkened the mood at a well known local pub on a side street in Woodmere.

“Don’t worry, I’m leaving after I finish eating” then I saw the dykes come in, maybe one of them was a tranny, I did not know for sure and wasn’t staying to find out. I hit the road and took the night drive to my get away in the Upper Hudson Valley.

I stayed the weekend with N.F. and the hunting crew, sighting in weapons and partying until Monday when I visited Yaega Lee at the ‘Game’.

The following week became a dream that started out as a nightmare. I found out you can’t joke with some of the nurses, who after reading my medical record usually request that someone in a uniform stay close by. “We can’t control your blood pressure, you must do away with whatever it is in your life that is stressing you” said the young nurse to whom I jokingly retorted, “I can’t kill all of them.” After interviews with a psychiatrist, psychologist, social worker, my doctor and campus security, I went home.

I went to the neighborhood bar in North Baldwin and talked to “G” on Thursday. “There is a weird moon rising RJ, people, events and circumstances will change radically in the next 30 days…believe that” said “G”, who scares the hell out of me when she is mystical.

Being a full blooded Italian born in Italy but raised American, “G” has an insight that is hard to describe with words. I asked her who’s horoscope she was reading or what astrology page she got her insight from. “G” simply said, “trust me!” (G’s Etruscan features and her assorted crystal ball’s testify to her ‘other’ abilities)

It was Thursday when Candy called me and told me about a sex deviant in her private neighborhood that was stalking her house and had harassed her verbally after getting naked and beating off in front of her house in plain view of the neighborhood.

The Police did little but take a name and the 23 year old pervert was a friend of one of Candy’s neighbors across the street. Candy tried talking to her neighbor but they stayed drunk and got mad at Candy for calling the cops. “I’m just gonna protect myself if he tries to mess with me, fuck the bullshit, fuck the police, fuck CNN and the media”, Candy said “This fool is back, I’m gonna put him in his place”. I said, “don’t do anything but take pictures I’m coming to your house right now.”

My bags were already packed and in my car, I headed for the shore. The secluded beach enclave in North Suffolk County with its gated community and private streets definitely had an exclusivity that would make the uninvited feel totally suspect. But the neighbors were waiting for me.

I met Candy, her neighborhood watch, her angry neighbors across the street and her friendly neighbors next door. I stayed with Candy that night, hoping the pervert would return. I was not disappointed.

He had already spewed all kinds of racial slurs at Candy while stroking off totally naked on several occasions in front of Candy’s door. He came back totally naked and unaware of me, but instead of Candy coming out of the door, it was me. The psychotic cop in me came out… “Hey sugar, you got naked for me huh, bring your scrawny white ass over here and let me show you what I can do for ya”. Pervert was surprised…and I smelled fear, it was in his eyes and on his face, he was naked, vulnerable and in front of a decidedly cruel me.

“Come here, don’t make me chase you faggot, you know you luv me…sit down, on the ground sweetheart!” Shaking, Pervert slowly complied. “Now what’s with you, why do you feel the need to show off your little dick and your cute little ass”. By now more than a few neighbors and the neighborhood watch appeared and Pervert didn’t say anything but was getting real nervous as I stood over him…not noticing my balled up right fist as my extended left hand gestured while I spoke to him ever so kindly.

Putting one hand up slowly as he covered his small package with the other he slowly got up asking me not to hit him. “Hit you sugar after you got naked for me…hell no… I luv you!” (Well he didn’t get naked for me, but for Candy and the neighborhood kids…but I wanted him to feel wanted) the neighbors gasped out loud as I grabbed Pervert by his hair.

The Pervert turned ghost white pale, the Pervert thought he was going to get turned out by a twisted black man in the evening dusk in sight of the beach. Then the cops showed up. I was surprised that I was not proned out on the ground as they took Pervert away. Candy laughed hysterically.

I stayed the night with Candy and then hung out with her Saturday. Barbequed, drank, and had a good time.

It was a half moon on that Saturday, and we took a late night, early morning walk on the pitch black beach, looking across the Long Island Sound to the lights of the Connecticut shore.

It was nice, romantic and totally relaxing, it was good to see that Candy had relaxed quite a bit from having to deal with this nonsense.

Sunday afternoon came around quickly, I had gone back home Sunday morning and slept most of the day. Sunday night I went to the ‘Game’ and checked out Sunday Night Football. Yaega Lee was behind the bar but the drama was on my side with the bar loaded with ladies all dressed for summer sex.

It was a bar full of hot young women and middle aged gents or ‘old boys’ if you please, and things were getting pretty hot very fast.

The Jets were playing the Houston Texans as the young women played the ‘old boys’ for cash and the old boys played the girls for ass. ERL and Slim were there hanging out and shooting pool, Slim had disappeared for a while, taking care of his elderly Mom and hiding Trish, was once a kept woman by a local mob affiliate, which Slim was now keeping for himself. Rikki, a friend of Liza (Liza took $100 from Jake to get cigarettes and never came back-Rikki was with her that night) who has since changed her appearance, was with Emily, a hot young blonde piece of tail looking for some fun.

Emily wanted a quantity of some ‘substance’ that Slim allegedly had. I heard Emily say “look lets go to your car and I’ll blow you right now, look you get off and I’ll get what I need for my head, ‘k Slim?”

As Slim and Emily disappeared into the back of the parking lot Devin, (a big silver haired Irish bloke) was drooling over his drink while eye fucking Yaega Lee (the only time she wears a short skirt to tend bar), showing long lean legs, a firm apple ass and the push up bra showing off much cleavage in her Jaegermeister shirt was definitely getting serious attention.

Yaega’s man, ‘Mr. Clean’ was in no mood for competing paramours who barely paid attention when Yaega wears tight pants. Although Mr. Clean was getting hits from a few of those young women who really dig men in ultra white wife beater T-Shirts and solid rock hard muscles, he wanted time with Yaega Lee. These young girls wanted to do more than dance. So did most of the old boys.

ERL was dancing all night and getting aggravated since he had the pool table and was shooting all competition off the table, but the young girls liked the muscular old man with the long white beard, bandana and pony tail and each of them wanted to dance, and soon we would find out, they wanted a whole lot more. Jaz, a big pretty young woman, and one of Poppy’s new bartenders, who is sexy as hell with a mile wide smile wanted to shoot pool with ERL, ERL said “why should I shoot a game against you, what do you have to wager miss thang.”

“I’ll bet my ass I can kick yours on this pool table” said Jazz without a smile or a blink. ERL started to shake and then got a hold of himself. “So let me get this straight you’ll bet your body…all that there, (ERL points at Jaz's tits and ass) that you can beat me at 8 ball sweetheart” said ERL inquisitively.

Jaz said “Yeah, but If I beat you, you don’t dance with no one but me for the rest of the night.” ERL said, “and at end of the night after I beat you, you come home with me, right?” “Yeah, If you beat me, but you won’t” said Jaz, playfully yet defiant.

There was a small but heated discussion as Mr. Clean thought he was next in line to shoot a game against ERL, but given the stakes put up by Jaz, ERL insisted on changing the shooting order of the competition. Mr. Clean grudgingly complied.

Meanwhile Yaega was having a heated discussion with a young guy from the pool hall next door about his ID, which looked real enough but Yaega was slow to fetch his beer. Poppy, who was at the bar (the owner) said something to Yaega who said she will take care of it. Then the boy, who I’ll call Freddie said something nasty to Yaega Lee.

Slim and Emily had walked into the bar as Yaega Lee, long waxed legs, fine ass and all, along with Freddie walked out the back door. Mr. Clean was in the men’s room. The groan and the scream was heard clear enough out the back door as Mr. Clean (out of head) asked “where’s Yaega?”

All eyeballs not caught up in ERL’s and Jaz’s pool game looked to the back door, then a slap was heard along with cursing…Mr. Clean ran to the door, but too late…Freddie staggered in bent over with his right arm across his abdomen and his left hand holding his face. Yaega (after beating Freddie) quietly slipped back behind the bar and resumed her duties.

As Freddie broke into tears crying on Poppy’s shoulder, Jaz had one ball, the 8’ on the table to ERL’S two and was lining up the 8 ball for the win. The cue ball was across the table near the side pocket as the 8 ball, a little off the rail was about an inch and a half away from the corner pocket near arrow #2, Jaz was making tough cuts and sinking balls with devastating accuracy, but this was getting close. The bar got quiet, the music was playing, Martha Reeves was singing ‘nowhere to run now baby, nowhere to hide…’ as Jaz bent over the table and took the shot.

Her beautiful heaving breasts, tight cleavage, short dress and all were distracting me from the table as she was bent over the table when she shot.

The 8 ball went into the corner pocket, all cheered, then as the cue ball came off the cushion hitting ERL’s blue stripped 10 ball, it, the cue ball fell into the side pocket, Jaz scratched. The crowd in a collective ‘NO’ was heard throughout the neighborhood. Jaz’s face was angry then pouty. ERL said, “Don’t worry baby, ERL will make it all right.”

Half the bar went out the back door for a smoke, most went back inside to party some more including Jaz, I was outside with ERL, Slim and Emily. Emily answered her cell phone and it was her Mom from what I heard of the conversation Emily’s Mom wanted her to stay out for the night. The rest of the conversation went like this: “Mom, what’s Rufus doing there? What do you mean he wants…”

Emily’s face lit up with rage, “so let me get this straight, if I come home Rufus is going to beat me, but if I stay out, you’ll fuck Rufus for me to keep me safe.” Slim’s eyes lit with amazement ERL smiled, I was worried and concerned, the reasons why would become quite apparent. “Slim can I stay with you tonight…I fuck as good as I suck, I’ll do everything you want, please help me.”

Slim, a sleazy low down dog when it comes to keeping his little head happy was expected by me and ERL to bang Emily like a screen door in a hurricane, then put her out on the street, what happened next was mystifying.

“Emily, I want to take you home so bad, but I can’t, you see Trish is at the house and I promised her we would be together tonight.” Slim slapped his own face and said “I can’t, not tonight.” By then Roddy Joe, Jaz’s dad, showed up looking for Jaz’s Mom (Roddy Joe’s wife), who had left a few minutes earlier with Roy, to a local motel for you know what. Roddy Joe went into the bar and talked to Jaz. Meanwhile Emily said to me, “RJ, what about you? Take me home with you, I’ll make it worth your while.” I quickly declined, noting an elderly mother and poor health.

The other reason was if I took a 22 year old blonde bombshell to my house in the middle of the night and she got hurt in my house or something else happened that involved law enforcement, I could see myself in handcuffs in the courthouse holding area being asked if I had bail money.

Emily then asked ERL, she said “ERL please take me, do I look so bad that no one wants me? What’s the matter?” Before ERL could speak, ERL’s prize, Jaz walks out with her dad, Roddy Joe. Jaz says to ERL, “I got to take my Dad home so someone doesn’t die tonight…will you take a rain check for ‘anytime you want?’”

“Sure Jaz, I know your good for it, take care of your Dad” said ERL with compassion. Jaz and her dad, Roddy Joe took off. ERL, Emily and Slim sat and said nothing for 10 whole seconds before Emily looked at ERL. Both spoke at the same time. ERL said, “sure, I’ll take you home with me and we’ll see what happens from there.

Emily walked to ERL sitting on the bench, sat on his lap and kissed him, then got on her knees and put her head between his legs and said, “I’m really gonna thank you for this.” ERL, eyes bugged wide open said, “that’s great sweetheart, but not now.”

ERL and I went back to our drinks and ERL asked If I would take them home, I said sure. As we opened the door to the bar Yaega Lee was in a full blown argument with Poppy, Mr. Clean and some others over Freddie leaving with his yuppie friends.

Poppy, upset over loosing potential customers was trying to get Yaega calm. Mr. Clean, mad about pool and Yaega Lee getting eye fucked by every guy in the bar, left the bar thoroughly pissed off. It was after 2:00 AM and the crowd had thinned out.

Yaega was walking around barefoot after having thrown her sandals at Poppy during their argument after she danced with several guys, not her man Mr. Clean, Poppy threw her sandals in the trash. ERL fished them out of the garbage. ERL was going to clean them off when he was waved to the back door by Slim and Emily.

ERL handed Yaega Lee’s sandals to me. I took them to the supply closet, got some spray disinfectant and cleaned them off. I then gave them to Yaega and insisted she go to the ladies room and wash her feet and put on her sandals, the bar back area floor was filthy and sticky.

Yaega Lee went to the ladies room with her sandals after she made sure everyone had a drink, Poppy said, “She needs to wear a skirt more often, she had a lot of old men and young boys hot for mama”, that’s when ERL walked back in and asked me to come outside for a minute, Poppy joined us when Yaega got back behind the bar. ERL waved to Slim and Emily as they walked to Slims car, Slim walked wide legged because of his obvious hard on. I asked ERL what happened.

“I thought I had a date for tonight, but apparently Slim got on the phone with Trish who said she wanted Emily more than she did Slim, Slim said that was cool as long as he got it from both of them his way…he’s going to have a three way with Trish and Emily.

ERL was kind of disappointed but laughed about it. We went back in and Poppy played a tune on the jukebox for ERL, ‘No Sugar Tonight’ by the Guess Who. Yaega, even though the bar was very cool, had worked up a light sweat, her white shirt clinging to her, you could see her hard nipples even through the sheer bra, she wanted to sit down.

Yaega Lee came around to the customer side of the bar had a drink with me ERL and Poppy as the last of the crowd left it was 4:00 AM. Yaega closed the bar and Poppy left after the money was counted up. I left with ERL and Yaega. I dropped ERL off and proceeded to take Yaega home.

“Look RJ, I wanna go somewhere else right now, the sun is coming up and there is beauty in the morning.” I asked “Where do you wanna go Yaega Lee?” “The beach” said Yaega. Just as ERL didn’t get sugar, we didn’t get to the beach.

Later

RJ