Daytripping and Wet Dream Dramas

Daytripping and Wet Dream Dramas

It was a sleepy easy Sunday Morning when I got up to do paperwork, coursework and then do weed wacking and yard maintenance.  My life this day would be dull beside a ball game and a can of beer, that’s when I got a phone call from N.F.  “Hey, RJ what you doin’ today” said N.F.  “Almost nothing save some reading and yardwork, what’s going on?”  N.F said “I’m going to go to long island and see if you wanted to take a ride.”  Now I had something else to do.

So it was a daytrip out to West Islip to visit a friend of N.F. working on a Harley-Davidson motor for one of N.F.’s vintage bikes.  We got to Darrell’s house about 2:00pm and walked through his massive garage (it had a basement) that had more motorcycle parts, knickknacks, memorabilia and motorsports collectables than most motorcycle shops in the area.  Darrell’s house was down by the water not far from the country club.

Darrell and N.F. went over what had to be done to his motor and then went into detail on how he was going to redo his bike when Darrell’s wife Becky called him into the house.  We were in the yard checking out the view and commenting on Darrell’s setup since his so called garage had a bathroom and a basement.  That’s when we heard the crash, that’s when a chair went through the kitchen window.

 

N.F. looked at me when we heard the screams as Darrell ran out of the house with his clothes on fire holding on to a laptop.  We got Darrell down on the ground and rolled him several times, he was in good shape, some minor burns and scrapes but otherwise alright physically.  Becky, superhot and centerfold sexy came out of the house unarmed, but stark raving crazy, her eyes were lit up like neon spotlights on a movie marquee.

As N.F. and I got ready to make our exit Becky asked us to stay because Darrell’s life depended on it.  “How could you do that” said Becky to Darrell.  Becky in a low, ominous voice said, “you left that goddam laptop in the laundry room…I can’t believe how much porn is on that thing…your son did his own washing today and I wondered why…now I know.” Darrell shuddered, “Honey I forgot, I got distracted, It won’t happen again.”

Becky said “I’m a born again Christian who got out of that filthy, nasty lowlife biker life style and I’m not putting up with that shit in my house.”  Darrell said “look Becky I will keep it out here away from the house away from our kid, it wasn’t really necessary to throw grease on me and set me on fire, can we please calm down.”  Becky calmed down and was civil, not cordial, but civil and invited us to stay and have burgers and dogs.

N.F. begged off staying, pointing out it might be time to just let “you guys get stuff straight” both Darrell and Becky said that would be a bad idea right now.  So we hung around and had some burgers and hot dogs.  I talked with Becky while Darrell barbequed and N.F. helped Darrell patch the kitchen window between flipping burgers.  Becky’s life was quite interesting and colorful.

Becky is a city girl who grew up in Westchester County from a well off family and a strict Catholic upbringing.  She got modeling jobs in New York and travelled the world for awhile with a major cosmetics company.  She then got into fast living but still got gigs as a ring girl, was in an off Broadway production and did some female pro wrestling.  Becky found Jesus and was changing her life and Darrell’s.

While Darrell finished up with the cooking he asked Becky where Richie (their teenage son) was.  Becky said, “he must be hanging out with Jimmy.”  “We’re gonna start without him” said Darrell as things seemed to be calming down.  But the real drama was on the way.  After having some burgers and beers (N.F. didn’t drink, he let me know to be ready to run) a Suffolk County Sheriffs car pulled up with Richie inside. 

The officer, the plain clothes female detective and Richie made their way to the front door as Darrell (who seeing the approach) ran into the house with Becky hot on his heels.  N.F. went inside, I stayed in the yard ready to run at a moments notice.  The next 20 minutes felt like 20 hours.  The officers drove off and Becky’s follow up interrogation of Richie centered on one question; “were did you get the porn on the thumb drive you tried to print at kinkos.”

Of course Richie ratted out his Dad admitting he got it off his computer.  The cops kept the thumb drive to determine if any of the females depicted in the porn were under age or if minors were depicted in sexual activity on the drive.  Darrell wanted to know why he took the drive to print at kinkos.  Richie said, “I knew mom would kill me if she caught me printing it here.”

Becky exiled Richie to his room in utter disgust.  Becky apologized for the events of the day, N.F. and I thanked Darrell and Becky for their hospitality and N.F. made suggestions about the kitchen windows repair as we left.  As we approached the corner of Lawrence and Bay a Suffolk County Sheriffs Car was parked at the corner.  N.F. looked straight ahead as we got to Montauk Highway, then we breathed.

I said, “N.F. will we ever see Darrell alive or undamaged again?”  N.F. laughed nervously and said “oh, yeah…that bitch is gonna make him pay and pay again for the rest of his natural life.”  I asked, “Why do you say that.”  “RJ, Darrell told me they will not find any minors from the porn on the hard drive…only pictures of a young hot raven haired girl on Harley’s in all kinds of shredded leather.”

I said, “oh no, you don’t mean….” N.F. said “yeah, all 200 meg of porn picts is of Richie’s mama, Becky.”   I wondered aloud “did the kid need the money that bad?” N.F. said “Richie is like his mom, he knows a profit opportunity when he sees one.”  I was glad to get home from the Daytrip to a mind rip.

RJ