When You're Expecting

[ChrisGibson]

PART ONE

“Is it always this hot during summer?” Leon Dixon asked.
They were inside his ‘78 Impala, parked under a large elm tree whose roots had erupted from the sidewalk on Colum Street.
“Have you lived here your entire life?” Jill Barnard asked.
“Yep. Except for a year in Nevada.”
“Well, then don’t be stupid. It’s always hot here.” Jill felt she’d been a little rude, and then laughed because she was drunk.
“You said you wanted to dance with me,” she was a pretty girl, on the tall side with reddish tea colored hair and brown eyes in an ivory face.
“I said I wanted to dance with you, but the music was shitty at that wedding.”
“You were the DJ,” she hadn’t meant to sneer at him. She saw by the look on his face she was. Oh, well.
“Let’s dance now.”
“This is where you wanna dance?”
“Yeah,” said Leon, enthusiastically. “And by the way—I didn’t choose the music I played. Not like real DJ’s. If I could get the fuck out of this town I’d be a real DJ.”
He turned on the radio in the Impala and blasted it up, but Jill turned it down and shushed him.
“You’ll wake the whole neighborhood! You’ll wake my mother.”
The radio was playing low now.
“Sorry. This is good enough. For talking, and dancing.”
“Where are going to dance?”
“You know,” said Leon Dixon. “From the moment I saw you, I knew you were special. I knew you were it. Now I know for sure.”
“You don’t even know me.”
“I feel like I do,” he began, running his hands over her pantyhose, trying to find an entry.
“Oh, stop that,” she slapped his hand and laughed. For a moment it flashed into Leon’s mind that Jill was simple. But Jill wasn’t being simple. She was making a simpleton out of him.
“This has been such a special night,” Leon insisted. A truck roared on down Colum. It’s taillights flashed red as it made a left turn and turned right, disappearing up Moringham. The crickets were making a louder chirping, a wall of chirrups almost, and the air smelled like the pods fallen from the tree that were thick and green about the car.
“Hasn’t it been special?” he whispered to Jill.
“It’s been alright,” she shrugged reluctantly.
Leon leaned into her and whispered. “It would be the perfect night if you let me fuck you.”
Jill burst out laughing.. She was ashamed for shaming him, but she couldn’t help herself.
“Right here?” she covered her mouth and pointed to the interior of the car. “Now?”
Undaunted, Leon Dixon said, “Yes.”
“No,” Jill replied. It wasn’t that he wasn’t attractive. Jill was almost drunk enough to say yes. He was tall enough and he had high cheek bones and what her brother would call an aquiline nose, and she remembered that in the light he had green eyes and thick black hair. When she was downing champagnes at Tara’s wedding and feeling sorry for herself and a little bit horny, she’d allowed herself to fantasize, which had ended up in letting Leon drive her home. The reality was sitting in a rented tux in a ‘78 Impala promising five minutes of fuck, and she wasn’t really as impressed as she thought she would have been. If she had this much discernment when she was too sheets to the wind, Jill wondered, how would she feel about this guy if she was totally sober?
“Well, Leon said, at last, “Could I hold your hand?”
Jill shrugged and said, “What the fuck?”
Leon Dixon’s hand was clammy. They sat together in a Ford under a shedding elm on a hot summer night on the 7800 block of Colum Street in Geshichte Falls, Michigan.

And I don’t want the world to see me
cause I don’t think that they’d understand
when everything seems to be broken
I just want you to know who I am...

Finally Leon spoke over the radio.
“Jill?”
“Yes?” she sounded a little wearied.
“Would you jack me off?”
And she gave him her hand, and he undid his zipper and she reached for his penis. It was felt warm and clammy all at once, remarkable hard, but throbbing. And it was small—at least smaller than what she thought it should be. She began, non committally, to stroke it, to let Leon make use of her hand. He shifted in the seat beside her, and after a while said:
“You’re not getting it right.”
“It’s not like I do this shit ev’ryday.”
“Com’on, just try,” he sounded anxious. She took pity on him. She actually did try her best. But Jill wasn’t lying. She didn’t do this shit everyday.
“Hold on,” Leon said in a slightly strangled voice. He worked open his trousers, brought his cock out some more, and then spat on his palms. She watched this time. She watched him massage himself and she watched his penis grow, and she watched the purple head enlarge, and then she watched his face. his handsome face—he was handsome, grow earnest, serious, like he was praying, and then suddenly contort. He gave a little strangled cry. Jill’s eyes flew open, and she watched semen shoot out over the steering wheel and the glove compartment. As Leon groaned and leaned forward like someone being gut punched, Jill noted with a pang of despair that this was actually the best date she’d had in a year.
“There’re—” Leon started over again. “There’re wet naps in the glove compartment.”
He gestured to it.
Jill thought of saying something snide, but refrained, and brought out three. One for Leon, one for his steering wheel and speedometer, and one for her own left hand.
“Do you think you need another one?” Jill asked.
“For what?”
“For your speedometer? For the wheel? Is that going to cover everything? I mean...” Jill tried to find a good way to put it. “You had... quite a lot to get out. I don’t think I’ve ever seen than much before.”
Leon almost beamed. It was the closest thing to a comment on his sexual prowess he was going to get tonight. It had been a good night. He’d taken a girl home. He’d gotten some in his car. The specifics did not matter.
“I better go,” Jill said at last.
“Can I call you?”
“You can. But you won’t.”
“Yes I will.”
“No,” said Jill. “You won’t.”
“Give me your number. Write it down.”
Leon fumbled for a pen and a scrap of paper. Jill rattled off her number. Leon made a great show of writing it down and then, prominently, stuck it in the rearview mirror.
“See,” he said, as if this proved something.
“When I call can I say dirty things?” he asked.
“Sure,” she said.
“I’ll leave them on the answering machine. I’ll whisper them when the phone get’s picked up. Do you have your own private line?”
“No.”
“Does that mean your mother’ll hear me?”
“Probably. And my brother too. Good night.”
She got out of the car, maneuvered past the tree and went up the crooked walk of buckling and broken sidewalk into the little dingy white house. She noticed that the son of a bitch hadn’t even bothered to wait until she’d got into the house safely. He just drove off. His taillights were already disappearing around the two story clapboard on the corner of Moringham.
There was one light on in the corner of the sparsely appointed living room. Cody was sitting on the old brown and gold plaid couch, reading.
“How was the wedding?” he asked his sister.
“I hate my life,” said Jill Barnard.


Russell Lewis and Rob had been talking animatedly when suddenly Rob and the station wagon stopped.
“What’s wrong?” Russell asked after a while.
Just for ceremony’s sake, Rob turned the key in the ignition again. The engine coughed.
“The car’s dead,” Rob said.
“Well shit,” Russell murmured. “Engine shot?”
“I’m not sure. Sometimes the station wagon does this. It just stops.”
“Gil’s car does that too. We always pray when that happens. Wait a few seconds and pray.”
So they sat on the desolate stretch of Thompson Street, by the river and not near anything even remotely safe, and Russell chanted over and over again. “Come on, Jesus! Come on Jesus! Jesus! Jesus Jesus. Hit the ignition now, Rob.”
The engine coughed at Rob’s command.
Jesus was not forthcoming.
“Com’ on, Jesus!” Russell urged, a little miffed at his savior now.
On the fiftieth “Com’on, Jesus,” Rob said, “Maybe we should just walk home.”
“Rob, you don’t even know how unsafe or impractical that is. Com’on, Jesus! Russell demanded again, but instead of Jesus the lights of the first vehicle they’d seen on this stretch of Thompson road rolled unsteadily up the gravel. Country music was blaring from the truck, and over it, out the window, a woman’s voice was screaming,

Ooooooooooooooh!
Ooooooooooo
oooooo
AH!
I’m a happy girl!

Then, as Martina Mc.Bride died down, the girl screamed out into the hot, cricket song filled night:
“I’m a happy girl, goddamnit!”
And the enormous truck stopped beside the station wagon and the two mystified young men.
It was a tow truck.
The girl who had been singing looked down at them and was red headed. Past her came a brunette that Russell almost mistook for his father.
“Yawl need some help!” he shouted.
“Thanks, Jesus,” said Russell.

 

[CharmedFan28]

A well done start to this short story! It was nice to see Russell again in a story and Jill seems like an interesting character! Great writing and I look forward to more!

 

[ChrisGibson]

Thanks a lot. I really love Jill. I don't know why I didn't get a notification earlier. Yeah, everything's starting to link together at this point, and it'll be more apparent as the story goes on.

 

[ChrisGibson]

PART TWO

While Loretta Lynn was threatening to send a certain young woman to Fist City for not staying away from her man, Cody and Jill Barnard were introducing themselves.
“We were feeling in a country mood tonight,” Jill told Russell and Rob as they rumbled out of the belly of Geshichte Falls, and onto midnight Main Street. “As evidenced by my brother’s use of the word yawl.”
“We went to see a tractor pull down in East Sequoya,” Cody was telling them. He no longer had any accent.
“My brother loves tractor pulls.”
“You didn’t hesitate to go.”
“I don’t have a life. It was the best thing to do in Lothrop County on a Wednesday night. What brought you guys to Thompson Road—?” Jill asked Russell and Rob, “at midnight?”
“Or at any time,” muttered Cody.
“We just got back from Noble Red’s.” Rob told Jill. They were all sitting together in the wide front seat.
“Some friends of ours have a band that plays there.” Russell added.
“I forgot all about Noble Red,” Jill smiled, bemused. Rob noticed that she was very pretty. He wanted her to toss her red brown hair n matter how impossible that would have been in such a cramped space. They had turned onto Kirkland now.
“What band plays there?” Jill said.
“Chilli Comet Sundae.” Russell felt stupid saying it.
Jill’s eyes widened, and Cody turned to his sister and muttered.
“Isn’t that...?”
“Yeah,” Jill looked a little depressed.
“What?” Rob asked her.
“That’s my ex’s band. Shane Meriwether.”
“You know Shane?” Russell marveled.
` “I just said he was my ex. Fuck, this town is too small. And Brad is the only other one I know. I didn’t know the band well.”
“Brad Long?”
“Yes,” Jill said.
“And then there’s Hale Weathertop and Leon Dixon.”
Jill’s eyes went wide and turned hazel.
“Leon who?”
“Leon Dixon,” Russell repeated.
Jill looked mystified and then muttered, “Oh, my God.... Oh, my God.”
And Rob Keyes watched the woman he’d fallen in love with throw her head back like a madwoman and laugh.
Once his sister had stopped laughing, Cody said, “So you live on Curtain?”
“Yeah,” Rob said. Then. “Well, I’m staying there, but Russell lives a couple of more blocks down on Breckinridge.”
“That’s cool,” said Cody. “We’ll drop you off and then Russell.”
“Russell might want to stay with me,” Rob said. “He’s friends with my roommate. She—”
“She?” Jill began.
“She’s a poet. She’s a like a philosopher.”
“I’ve never met a girl philosopher,” Jill said.
“You’re pretty philosophical,” Cody told her.
“That’s kind,” Jill said.
She said, “I always wanted to so something. Hear good poetry and writing and be someone. An artist or something.”
Rob opened his mouth to speak, but Russell said, “Oooh, here we are.”
And Cody, thanked Russell and said, “I almost missed the turn. So this is Curtain Street?”
“Never been here?”
“You’d think that having grown up in a town this small I would have been everywhere,” said Cody.
“That’s it,” Rob, who was in the middle, squished between Jill and Russell pointed at the green house with the wrap around porch. They couldn’t park because there were two other trucks parked on the brick street.
“Say,” Rob said, “It seems like the house is awake. Do you guys wanna come in? Meet Ani?”
“Your roommate?” Jill said.
Cody said sure and Jill thought it was so nice to be a man, to be so sure that someone would want to meet you.
“She might want to go to sleep. Or something.”
“Lights are still on. Caroline’s car is here.”
“Caroline?”
“Her sister,” Russell said. Then Russell said, “Just come on in.”
They attempted to park the tow truck with the station wagon dangling from its back end on the other side of Curtain, and then crossed, pushing back the iron gate and entering the garden kept up by Robert. Robert was about to tell this piece of information to Jill when the door flew open and out came very large and very pregnant the apparent Caroline with a black haired honey colored and very calm young woman.
“Anigel,” Rob began, “This is Cody Barnard, and this is his sister Jill. They brought us back home after a spot of misfortune, and we thought to invite them over for some hospitality.
Anigel’s black eyes regarded Rob as if he was mad. Caroline screamed. Anigel swallowed, then said, “Cody, Jill. I’m pleased to meet the both of you, and if the two of you would like, you can come with us to the hospital. I’m afraid my sister is in labor. Again. Aren’t you, Care?”
Caroline Balusik looked up at her sister and frowned.

“Do you need a cup of coffee... Or anything?” Rob asked as they paced around the waiting room.
“I’m not the one in labor,” said Anigel.
“And the coffee tastes like shit, anyway,” Russell chimed in.
“Amen to that.”
John Balusik came bustling out the elevator, looking this way and that before Shannon and Chayne caught him by his tee shirt.
“I just left Mom’s—”
“She’s fine,” Anigel said. “They’re waiting for you.”
“Well, hell,” said John, “let’s go.”
The elevator opened again and Jill saw two high school aged boys run out, one with a summer tan and off blond hair, but the other definitely Indian or Arab.
“What the hell?” Anigel looked at them.
“Are we on time?”
“On time for what?” Anigel said before John could speak. “You’re not having a baby.
Russell leaned in and told Jill. “That’s my friend Rick. John is his brother. And that other one—”
“The hot Indian?”
“Is Jason Lorry,” Russell said.
Anigel, who had heard none of this, followed John into the delivery room down the hall.
Rick said, “Oh my God, Russell. I’m glad you’re here.”
“Why?” Russell started.
Jason said, jamming his hands into his shorts, “Russell wouldn’t let anything happen to anyone.”
But Jill noted he wasn’t looking at Russell, and Russell seemed as confused by the pretty boy’s remarks as Jlll was. Jason looked up suddenly at Russell, and laughed, and Russell laughed too.
There was the sound of scuffling for a few moments, and then a bit of shouting. Then Russell, Rob, Cody, Jason, Rick and Jill, standing in the dim lit waiting room, saw the doors fly open and Anigel march out of the delivery room in high dudgeon.
“Well, shit on you, anyway!” Anigel yelled in the direction fo the swinging doors, then told everyone, “Apparently I’m one too many people in the delivery room. But it looks awful in there. You don’t ever want to go through that.”
“I’m sorry I didn’t get to entertain you good people the way I should have,” she told Jill and Cody.
“Oh, that’s alright,” said Jill, crossing one leg over the other. “This is entertainment enough.”
“I’ll make sure not to share that with Caroline.”
“GIVE—ME—DRUGS!!!” they heard on the other side of the door.
“Oh, God!” Jason gripped Russell’s hand quickly, and when Russell looked at him, Jason suddenly grinned, then let his hand go.
“So....” Anigel let the word hang in the air. “How did you guys end up with,” she looked to Russell and Rob, “these guys?”
“The car—” started Cody, then smiled. “The station wagon broke down. And we happened to come along with our tow truck. I have a little shop.”
“Serendipity,” Anigel remarked.
“Or maybe it was God,” Ralph suggested innocently.
“The two don’t have to be exclusive,” Anigel said.
“And then we were dropping Rob and Russell off,” said Cody.
“And Rob asked if we wanted to meet you,” said Jill, eyeing Rob the same time Anigel eyed Rob, and the younger man ducked his head and blushed.
“Russell said you should come too,” Rob said.
“Yes,” Jill agreed, though Russell did not react. “Russell did say you’d be glad to meet anybody.”
“And then instead of drinks and refreshment,” said Anigel, “I had childbirth lined up for you. You all don’t have to stay,” Anigel said.
“I think we do,” Cody disagreed, rolling over on his side. “We drove you all. Remember?”
“Oh, Rick’s here now,” Anigel said. “We could find a way back.”
Jill looked to the young man. He was handsome, actually. He had been in the middle of talking to Jason and Russell and when he’d heard his name called and Anigel volunteer him, something had changed in his face when Anigel said this and Jill observed, “I don’t think he wants to go driving you around town. I think he had other plans.”
“Teenagers kind of usually do,” Cody said.
“We were going to drive around,” Jason said, hopefully. “See what happens.”
He turned to Cody courteously and said, “You could come too.”
He seemed to remember something and said to Jill, “And you—”
“Do not belong with a bunch of teenage boys and a Cody,” Jill said, “and am glad to stay here.
“So,” Jill turned to Anigel, “unless you’re deliberately trying to get rid of us—”
“No, no. Just trying to be courteous.,”
“I think Jill doesn’t want to be cheated out of her chance to meet a poet,” Cody said. “And Rob said you were a philosopher.
“What the hell does that even mean?” Anigel demanded.
“You know, Ani,” Rob said. “You’re deed and shit. Always writing. Always doing stuff. And now you’re going to college and everything, after being all off on your own.”
“Rob told me—” Jill began.
“Rob elaborates.”
“And I was impressed,” Jill continued. “I admire anyone who’s up and doing things.”
“And what are you up and doing, Jill?” Anigel said. “I know I can’t the only one.”
Jill looked uncertain. She hadn’t expected to be asked questions, certainly not by this direct woman, roughly her age. Rob looked between the two of them.
“Right now all I do is want to be an artist,” Jill began. Then she said, “Actually, right now, all I do is want.”

 

[CharmedFan28]

A lot happening in part 2! It was a nice surprise to see and hear about other characters from past short stories in this one! I hope the rest of Caroline's labor goes well. Great writing and I look forward to the next part!

 

[ChrisGibson]

Part Two was dense with activity! This seemed like the perfect hub for a bunch of old friends to come together. More tomorrow night.

 

[ChrisGibson]

CONCLUSION

A little late posting tonight.... due to having a life.


“You think we’ll get a breeze anytime soon?” Jill asked as she walked on Finnalay Parkway in front of the hospital.
“I hope so,” Rob said. “Something should change.”
“I’m so tired of this hot air.”
At the corner the lights were flashing yellow. No cars came though at this early time.
“You’re right,” Jill said.
“Huh?
“Something should change. Lots of things should change.”
Then Jill said, “Anigel really likes you.”
“Not in that way!” Rob protested.
Jill laughed.
“No, not in that way. She’s a take no prisoners sort, I think. But she does like you, and I think with someone like her, it counts. Don’t knock that. It’s not everyday we can find someone to like us. And I don’t think she likes everybody.”
Rob rolled his eyes and laughed. “She’s hospitable to everybody. But she’s not nice to everybody. Anigel’s usually not nice to anybody, come to think of it. But I think you’re right. I think you’d get on. I think we’d all get on.”
The the hospital doors swung open and they heard feet running out of the emergency room door.
“You wanna see a new baby?” Rick invited, and Jason stood at his side, panting and smiling.
Rob looked at Jill and she said, “I’m all about seeing new babies.”
“It’s a boy,” Ralph said. “My first nephew.”
Past the emergency room entrance, Russell and Cody were at the elevator, making sure it stayed open, and they all went up four flights while Jill said, “I thought you guys were gone.”
“We were gone,” Cody said. “And then we weren’t. And then we looked for you, and then Anigel came out and said the baby was here, and you were outside.”
Jill didn’t think this woman she had never met, Anigel’s sister, would let a lot of random people into her room to see her baby, and whether she would have or not, but now the baby was with all the others in the nursery and it was very much asleep and not worried about any of them.
“Is that baby white?” Ralph wondered.
“No, fool,” Anigel said tenderly, her fingers pressed to the glass, looking blissfully on the young cheeks and shut eyes.
“It looks white,” Ralph judged.
“Please shut up.”
“It looks new,” Jason said, tenderly. “It looks new, and it makes you want to sort of be new too. Not be the same dummy you always were.”
Then the black haired boy said in his soft voice. “I’m talking about me, of course, but—”
“I think it applies to all of us,” Jill said.
Jill said, “I think I used to expect the world to change, something to happen. And then I stopped expecting anything. I kind of just stopped living. And I’m too young for that. And that’s got to change.”
She kept looking at the pale baby whose eyes moved under its thing lids, and whose fat, puckered lips pursed and unpursed.
“A man told lies about me,” she said to Anigel.
“What woman hasn’t been lied on by a man?”
“I let it slide,” she said. “And I thought I had to. I thought, in this world we get called all sorts of things. And if we turn the tables… all sorts of things can happen. Things you shouldn’t say over a new born baby.”
“Yes,” Anigel said. “But if we don’t make things right, then when the newborn babies are grown like us, what kind of world will there be?”

2.


The phone rang.
“Shit,” Rob hit save on Anigel’s computer, and picked up the cordless.
“Hello?”
“Is this Anigel Raez’s place?” said the woman’s voice.
“Well, yes it is. But he’s not home. May I take a message? This is her... companion, Robert.”
“Rob!” the voice laughed, and then Rob recognized her and said, “Jill! Jill, hey.”
“Hey yourself. The station wagon is ready.”
“Great,”
“Most people don’t think of that as good news,” Jill quipped. “And... me and Cody wanted to know if you and Anigel and Russell wanted to come over to dinner tomorrow night... or some night? We’d like to see you all again.” And then Jill said. “I’d like to see you again.”
Jill thought she heard Rob grunt, give something like a hoot.
“What was that?” Jill asked, concerned.
“No, nothing,” Rob said quickly. “That’s great. Oh, by the way, we’re going to the college to listen to your ex boyfriend’s band play at the coffee shop, so—”
“What time?”
“About eight.”
“We’ll be there.”
“I thought you’d say no. With your ex being there.”
“I can’t be hung up on that shit,” Jill said. “Not anymore.”
“You know what?” Rob said. “You’re fierce. I mean, you’ve got a hardness. But you don’t play games. In some ways you’re kind of easy,” Rob said.
Jill shrugged, forgetting Rob couldn’t see it.
“Why should everything be hard?”

“I went shopping for underwear,” Cody said. “And I saw thong underwear for men. Who wears that stuff?”
Rob put up a hand.
“You wear thong underwear?”
“Yeah. You hardly know you have it on, and... It advertises the merchandise.”
Cody raised a dark eyebrow toward Rob.
“See?” Rob stood up in his white trousers, and bent over.
“I can see your ass,” Jill stated.
“That’s the point,” Rob uprighted himself and sat down. “So you’ll be at a party and a girl’ll be like, Um, he looks really cute. But what she means is, ‘He has a nice ass.’ And that’s everything.”
“It’s good to know,” said Jill in a flat voice, pulling a hand through her reddish hair, “that you feel comfortable enough with us to share that.”
There was something in Jill’s tone that told Rob to shut up.
“You all are like an old couple after two dates,” Cody noted.
“I didn’t know we were a couple,” said Jill. Rob had been about to say the same thing, but he didn’t know what reaction this would provoke from Jill.
Russell Lewis, Gilead Story and Cody looked at Rob. He said nothing, but went back to his pizza.
“Well,” Anigel Raez noted, “for what it’s worth, you have a very nice ass, Robert.”
“Thank you.”
“You’re welcome.” Anigel took out her cigarettes.
“You smoke Reds,” Cody exclaimed, and at the same time he took his out so did Russell and they both looked at each other.
“Must be a sign,” murmured Jill, and Anigel smirked.
“I can be a crabby bitch,” Jill reflected.
The last notes of the song were playing.

There's a little black spot on the sun today
It's the same old thing as yesterday
There's a black hat caught in the high tree top
There's a flag pole rag and the wind won't stop
I have stood here before inside the pouring rain
With the world turning circles running 'round my brain
I guess I'm always hoping that you'll end this reign
But it's my destiny to be the king of pain.


They applauded for the band and Cody turned to his sister saying, “You don’t have to be a crabby bitch.”
“No, said Jill. “I think I do. Oh, shit, there’s Leon Dixon. And there’s Shane.”
Gilead Story did a double take from Shane Meriwether in his jeans and tee shirt to Rob before noting, “At least she’s consistent.”
“Hey guys,” Shane said. Then, turning to Jill as if he were not surprised to see her. “How are you?”
“Good.” she nodded. “And you Shane?”
“Great.”
“You sounded great up there.” She could afford to be gracious. “Despite your little friend, Leon.”
“Oh,” Shane nodded. “He told me you all had... met.”
He tried to sound politic, but Jill’s hazel eyes lit on the last word and she said. “He told you what?”
“You all went out on a date,” said Shane.
“Like hell we did. He brought me home in his ratty ass Impala and tried to score.”
“He what?”
“Shane Meriwether, are you deaf?” Then she said. “What did he tell you?”
“Nothing,” Shane lied.
Jill got up and threaded her way through the coffee house to the stage. She climbed up the steps to stare at Brad Long who smiled half nervous and half happy to see her again and said, “Hey Jill?”
“What did this son of a bitch,” she, gestured to Leon, “Say about me?”
“Nehru Alexander, who had been talking to Anigel, suddenly broke off and looked to the stage. Leon’s eyes widened.
Nobody answered Jill.
“Did he say he fucked me?” she asked.
“Well did he?” this time she looked at Brad and Brad didn’t dare to lie. He just nodded dumbly.
“Oh,” said Jill, and smiled. And now Jill did one of those… Cody would call them, Jill things. She took the microphone that was begging to be used and turned around to address the crowd.
“Boys and girls of Soubirous College—”
With a bit of startled stirring and staring, the audience turned to look up at her.
“Hello,” Jill said to them. “Welcome to Jill Barnard’s one woman show, featuring the dummer drummer over here—Leon Dixon.”
“Oh, shit,” Anigel murmured.
In unison, Cody, Anigel and Russell crushed out their cigarettes to give full attention to whatever Jill was about to do.
“Here is the story of a girl bored and tired of life who gets drunk at a party and sees a guy who—well—he’s good looking i’ll give him that,” admitted. “And he asks if he can take her home. She’s twenty-one and feeling almost adventurous, and so she says, yes, and hops into his old Ford. She listens to his lame jokes.”
There are bits of laughter, but Jill notes that the laughter is somewhat uncomfortable. She turns to Leon, and she can’t read the expression on his face. No, she realizes, nothing like this has ever happened to him before.
She goes on.
“And then we get to my house. We get to that old elm tree. Cody, you know it. And we sit there listening to his bad music and suddenly he says, I’m the right package. I’m the perfect girl, and who doesn’t want to hear that. And then he says, you know what would make this the perfect night?”
Anigel guesses: “A kiss.”
“You’d think,” Jill says. “But no. He asks can he can fuck me. In his car. To top off his night.”
The startled noises, Jill thinks, must be from hearing her tell the story, not from the story itself. She isn’t old, but she is old enough to know Leon Dixon isn’t the first tactless man or the only low life fuck in this audience.
She continues: “And I said NOOOO!”
Jill grew quiet before turning to him.
“Didn’t I? Leon?”
“Well—”
“Didn’t I?”
At last, as if the truth was being pulled out of his stomach: “Yes.”
Jill smiled. “And so here’s the story of a girl in a car with a guy who—because he couldn’t get any, gave himself some. and jacked off in front of her—”
Hale looked witheringly at Leon. Leon turned red and tried to space out.
“The only thing I provided was a wet nap.”
“Aren’t you leaving out a part?” Leon asked.
She was about to deny it, but then thought, What the hell? And said, “Well, he jacked himself off because he asked me to... And I wasn’t good enough. That’s the part I’m leaving out. He preferred himself.”
Jill got off the stage, and was two steps back into the crowd, before she turned around, took the microphone from Brad Long and added:
“And... by the way, ladies and gentlemen.... He was smaaaallll.”

 

[CharmedFan28]

Lots going on once again! I am glad Jill got her revenge. Nice to see Gilead and Brad in this story after hearing of them earlier. Great writing and I look forward to more!

 

[ChrisGibson]

I'm glad you enjoyed. It was good seeing all the gang show up. Incidentally, in 31, Leon brings up Jill briefly. In fact the same night that Jill is with Leon, is taking place when Brad is having his birthday fuck with Debbie.