This novel is based on actual events that happened to me.
I never believed in haunted houses; until I owned one, I was a real-estate agent who bought a house the owner had died in. It was cheap, and run down, and needed repairs so I figured that I could do most of them myself, and then flip the house later for a quick profit.
One night I was working in the house alone, when the lights suddenly went out. I took my flashlight and went downstairs to the breaker box to reset the switches. Suddenly my flashlight dimmed like all the juice had been sucked out of the batteries, and then died completely. These were new batteries that I had just put in.
I went over to the basement windows and pulled back the curtains, anything to let some light in. The sky outside was completely black, we don’t have anymore stars because of all that shit they spray overhead, the “human pesticides” that are more popular known as chem-trails.
If you doubt me, go out tonight, or right now if its dark and look up, you won’t see one star. The sky out the window was completely black, midnight with no moon to speak of either. It was either cloudy, or a quarter moon phase, I don’t know,
But I could not see anything in the dark, Then I walked back and I fumbled with the switches in the dark, looking for the main breaker. My eyes had a hard time adjusting to the dark, but suddenly I saw or detected movement somewhere just in front of me in that ocean of darkness that was the basement, and it was completely unexpected.
There was no one else in the house, I came alone, and no one could have gotten in. You ever have anyone sneak up on you? Like a prank, It was like that.This was the most scared I had ever been in my life.
I read about people who described an out of body experience when they died on the operating table or at the scene of an accident before they were brought back.
I was so scared that before I could fully comprehend what had happened, my body was body was scared stiff but my soul tried to jump out of my body to escape whatever it was downstairs with me.
I don’t know what it was, I ran screaming all the way up the steps, and out the door and I did not look back until I was at my car. When your that scared you don’t piss or shit yourself like they say you do in books.
My soul jumping out of my body, was like stepping on a tack, it was something you realize after the fact, not before, and your body tells your brain what happened after you central nervous system steps off the tack, and not the other way around.
After that I quit real-estate because I didn’t want to sell houses anymore. I only did that to get the money I needed to make the proto-types necessary for my inventions, which were very, very expensive. Now I was also a great story teller but first and foremost a inventor by trade, finally someone said, Rath, you have to write about this shit, and I said, “No one would believe me.”
And they said, if anyone could make them believe it would be you…
Hell that sounded like a bet, so I did, and after almost fifteen years this fifth book is completed, and the first five chapter are available as a preview. Why don’t you read for yourself and you be the judge???
Shannon had a weakness for “misunderstood” musicians, underdogs, unsung heroes, and bad boys. Richard was not your typical good-looking, cocky musician. He was different, he wore a placid face that was difficult to read, handsome, yet intense. And that was refreshing from most of the boring good-looking guys she met on a regular basis.
She took an instant liking to the very talented guitar player and wondered if he was as good in bed as he was on stage?
The lead singer Derek abruptly left his bevy of groupies and immediately started in for the duo standing in the middle of the room. Usually he had first choice, and whoever he chose; accepted.
Jill made sure to make eye contact, then turned away. Shannon wasn’t interested in Derek, she was still looking around the room for Richard and now she was starting to panic because she had not seen him yet.
He damn well better be here, she thought to herself.
There were a lot of other guys around, but the girls easily outnumbered the guys two to one. Then she spotted Richard sitting by himself on a small leather sofa, supporting his head, while talking on a cell phone.
Whose he talking to, Shannon wondered?
She moved around the large rectangular table that was in the middle of the room, and had food spread over the top of it, mostly cold-cuts, which was nauseating to Shannon, so she grabbed a few cucumber slices, with celery pieces, and carrots instead, and dabbed on some sour crème on the side.
She grabbed another handful of Ridged Potato Chips, and two beers out of an ice cooler, which was under the table, one for her and one for Richard, and walked over to join him. She sat close by and waited patiently, just close enough to let him know that he knew someone was there. And close enough to eavesdrop.
She started on her beer, and after a little she thought he might be totally oblivious of her, as he had not even changed positions. So she was going to move even closer when suddenly, and without even looking, he stretched out his arm, for the beer Shannon had brought him.
He was not so oblivious to her after all, Shannon smiled, as she handed it to him. That was good, as she was not used to being ignored. His voice was low, but loud enough for her to hear bits and pieces of the conversation, even thou it was difficult for her to make out the words.
“Yes, I would like that, Richard spoke into the phone.”
It sounded like it he was having trouble upstanding what the other person was saying or maybe just the connection was just bad.
There was some noise from the other side of the phone, Shannon could hear the volume on the other end getting louder, but still, she could not make out the words.
“That’s a lot of money, Richard said.”
More static. And then the voice on the other end replied.
“No, no, I didn’t say that, I just don’t have it all right now that’s all.”
The other side responded, but now they sounded even angrier.
“I’m good for it thou, how about half now, and I can pay full price for the remaining half in two months, Richard assured the other party confidently.”
“Okay, great, how about if I meet you in say…. an hour???
And then there was more garble.
Yes, of course, I can do that, sure, whatever you want… okay great, goodbye, and then Richard hung up, and cursed taking a long swallow of his beer.
Finally, he turned for the first time to face Shannon, and even thou he maintained his cool facade, her beauty blew him away. For a moment he was speechless.
“Uhhhhhh…. thank you, Ms…???”
“Shannon, my name is Shannon, she repeated herself, a little shyly.”
“Hello Shannon, I’m Richard, he replied.”
“Richard, she repeated, as if trying to match his looks to his name.”
“Yea but please just call me Rich.”
“Okay she replied, I’ve heard of you thru one of my friends that I work with, and that you were an 80’s glam metal tribute band, I love “Closet-Classic,” but I have never heard of you guys before.”
Well we’ve only been together for about a year, and most of our hype is word-of-mouth. The Internet. But were starting to develop a local presence.
My son’s always on the Internet, Shannon mentioned to him that she had a child on purpose.
I’m glad you decided to come out tonight, Richard smiled warmly.”
“Well so am I, because you guys are really good, she complimented.”
“We haven’t been together that long, but were coming along, he said modestly.”
“Your lead guitar was excellent, she complimented.”
“Thank You, I saw you with your girlfriend, and you girls really know how to shake ass, he said.”
“That because we dance for a living she replied.”
“Oh yea, where do you work,”
“Stilettos, she said.”
“The titty-bar, on eight mile, he asked?”
Shannon laughed, she was not offended by the reference, but it always amused her whenever guys referred to the club as a “titty-bar.”
“Funny I been there lots of times, but I’ve never seen you, I’m sure I would have remembered if I had, he said.”
“Well, I usually work mornings instead of nights, especially with my son starting school again.”
“Single Mom, he asked?”
“Yea, single, Shannon sounded flirty.”
I think he’s back in Florida, I haven’t heard from him in over a year. The last I heard he was in jail for drunk-driving, or maybe it was driving with a suspended license, I don’t know for certain, but he called me to bail him out. I hung up on the creep, can you believe the nerve of that man asking me to bail him out of jail? He still owes me money from the last time I bailed him out. Damn Fool!!!
Maybe the jail time is his Karma for not being a responsible father.
I hope so.
Only women bleed, Richard said.”
“What, Shannon looked at him surprised.”
“Just a lyric, Richard replied.”
“Yes, from an Alice Cooper song, Shannon said, why didn’t you play any of his songs.”
Derek doesn’t like Alice, because he doesn’t have the range, but personally, I love him. He’s very satirical with his sons, you know…anyway, it just came out, I hope it didn’t sound like a line, Richard shrugged, he hadn’t felt this nervous talking to a girl in a long, time.
It didn’t, Shannon smiled,
Good, Richard smiled.
Shannon smiled back, He felt like he was back in high-school again. He didn’t believe her, she was just too good-looking, if she didn’t have a boyfriend, it was only because she didn’t want one.
“You don’t have a boyfriend, Richard asked doubtfully?”
“I have a lot of guys who want to be my boyfriend, for like, fifteen minutes, Shannon said.”
“I bet, Richard smiled.”
“They go home very disappointed thou, Shannon finished.”
“Whys that, he asked.”
“Because I’m not that type of girl, Shannon said curtly.”
“I respect that, people shouldn’t be so quick to judge.”
Yea, I know, but when I think about it I guess I’m used to it I just don’t want it affecting my son, and then she rifled thru her purse to show him a picture.
Besides you can’t be too careful, too many crazy people in this world.”
“You can say that again, Shannon said, she had met her share of freaks from every economic level, and she discovered that all men shared at least some of the same creepy traits, to a greater or lesser degree. Some were just better at hiding them than others.
“Like me, Richard joked.”
Shannon stopped searching to look at him and check to see whether he was joking, when he said that.
I’m joking, he confirmed,
Shannon smiled too.
“Is that why you strip, Richard asked?”
“What? her smile instantly disappeared.”
“The money, is that why you do it, because of your son?
Yes, then she found a picture of him to show her and handed it to him. Richard held the picture up next to her face, he studied the two of them side by side.
Very handsome I can see what features he got from you.
That’s very kind of you to say, she replied?
It’s true. Is he the only one you have, he asked?
Yes, and I don’t want any more, she confirmed, he’s my one and only, Shannon said putting the picture away then cozying up by leaning forward so that he could get an even better view of her incredible natural endowment, which was ever more heavily accented with her large push-up bra.
Richard never took his eyes off hers thou, he knew what she was doing.
You really liked us, he asked again?
I did, I know you’re a tribute band, but do you any originals?
We do but they’re not finished yet, if you want to hear what we have so far, I have a recording studio in my basement and I can play back what we mixed so far, no one outside the band has heard this yet, nothing has been released, so you would be the first. A real honor.
Sure give me your demo, I would love to hear it.
Oh….uh….. well I don’t feel comfortable with that I mean everything not being mixed and all, but if want we can go back to my place and you can hear what we have done so far in the studio. And then, he stammered, I mean I’m really putting myself out there… for you…. because you’re not like the other chicks around here… your special….
Leave, I don’t think so, Richie, Shannon interrupted him.
But you’d be doing me a favor, I mean I could really use an honest opinion, from someone outside the band, Richard tried to convince her.”
“No, like I said, I don’t pick up guys, and besides I came out with my friend, Jill, I can’t go off and just ditch her, she would have a fit.”
Richard glanced at the blond Shannon was pointing to, and she looked like a real ball-baster, beautiful but had that bitch look. Richard did not like high-maintenance women, and if two girls traveled together, one of them always was.
Richard had turned down good-looking chicks if it meant that he also had to deal with her cock-blocking friend. He turned back to Shannon and noticed that she had goosebumps on her arms, even thou they were heavily tattooed in dark colors. He took off his jacket to offer it to her, a thin but very expensive leather jacket.
“You cold, Richard asked standing up?
And when he took off his coat, she very quickly, but not directly, used her peripheral vision to size up the large bulge in the front of his skin-tight jeans.”
Yea, I left my coat in the car because I always get so hot in the club.
“Shannon bounced because she stood up too fast to accept his jacket, he thought he did it on purpose, but she didn’t. He held it open so that she could slide her arms in the sleeves.”
It looked to an observer, like they were a couple who were about ready to leave a party.
“Well forget about that then, let’s just hang out, I do need to make a run to the store thou, because I’m out of cigarettes, would you like to come with me, I hate going any place by myself, Richard asked?”
“Just to the store, Shannon asked suspiciously?”
“Well I didn’t want to say anything but right before you came over I was going to make a score, he said.”
“What kind of score, Shannon asked, her eyes lit up.”
All strippers did coke, they were notorious for it, but he didn’t want to waste it on her friend Jill, who would play him by doing his blow and then leave with her friend Shannon as soon as they were finished.
“Premium grade shit, the best and very expensive but I don’t have enough for everyone, so I was hoping that we could just make a private run together.
“Premium grade shit, Shannon repeated doubtfully, crossing her arms.”
“I only do the best, look I know as a dancer so you’ve done coke before right?
“Of course, Shannon nodded.
“Why don’t you try it and judge for yourself. We can stop at my house do a few lines, and I even have a bag of medical grade herb, that you can bring back for your girl.
How about and eighth, Richard said smiling.”
Shannon seriously considered his proposal, Cocaine?
That was just too good an opportunity to pass up; cocaine was expensive.
Besides, she needed to find another dealer anyway, her current one insisted recently that she start fucking him, on top of paying him a premium price for second grade shit, and when she refused, he threatened to cut her off for good.
Maybe she could use Richard as a new lead instead, but there was no way in hell she was leaving with him and going back to his house. Especially after she just told him that she wasn’t.
“I have to ask my friend, Shannon said, and if she say No, then I can’t. I mean she drove me here, I don’t have even had a driver’s license anymore.”
“Yea, me neither, just tell her that you’re going to the store for cigarettes and we’ll be right back.
“How far do you live, Shannon asked?”
“Maybe five minutes, give or take, Ricard said.”
“Just to your house, we do a few lines and then come right back, Shannon confirmed.”
“Well I was hoping you would listen to a song or two, he said shrugging his shoulders, unless you didn’t really mean what you said earlier…”
“And then right back, Shannon repeated pointing at him with her index finger.”
And then there a back he repeated, offering her his pinky instead, and she took it, “Pinky Swear, she asked?”
“Pinky swear on my life, Richard replied, shaking hers with his own, then they both laughed at each other realizing how ridiculous they were both being.
Shannon offered him her elbow, so he could escort her to Jill, and he took it, and even bowed first. Then they walked together as a couple. Jill the stunning blond was telling Derek about a new tattoo, she got, and they were looking very chummy as well.
He had his arms locked around her waist, and Jill was trying to get loose, but she wasn’t trying very hard. Jill had bragged recently that she had gotten a new tattoo. from a featured artist in Detroit who was quite famous within that profession, and he only did woman.
If the chick was extremely hot, he would also try to get a sexual favor from her as well as a bonus, but this was rare. When he saw Jill and Shannon walk in together, they instantly became the exception.
During the conversation he hinted that Jill would have to be completely naked for him to do the design properly, after she reluctantly agreed, one thing lead to another until Jill soon went from uncomfortable to irritated.
She didn’t like the idea of any man seeing her naked unless he was going to pay for it. And when Totem Joe finally joked about a threesome, she lost it, and then stormed out of his studio.
Totem Joe was a good-looking guy but over weight, so by the time he caught up with them they were half way across the parking lot, and him out of breath.
“Okay, okay, I’m sorry, can’t you girls take a joke.”
You weren’t joking asshole.
He held up his hand like he was trying to calm Jill down.
Fine but you don’t have to give me a heart attack neither, he said bending at the waist with his hands on his knees, he didn’t look like he was joking either now either.
Shannon smiled, but Jill was not so forgiving.
What do you want, she asked?
I wanted to apologize to the both of you before you left, I have a professional proposition, that has nothing to do with sex, so please hear me out before you leave?
Jill didn’t want to hear it, but Shannon gave her the look to “cool it” and to hear him out, Jill had a bad temper and after she realized how embarrassed Shannon looked after each episode, she finally asked Shannon for help. And to tell her when she felt that she had gone too far.
I belong to a publication, Pelt, and it features women, I mean models from all over the world, I will do your tattoo, both of you for free, if you let me photograph you for the publication.
Let me guess you want us both nude?
How about just a skimpy bikini instead, Totem Joe countered?
A legitimate shoot, Jill asked?
Yes, why don’t you both come back inside, it’s too hot out here to discuss business and if you do, I will give you each of you a diet Pepsi, there my last two because I haven’t gone shopping yet. And I can show you the layout on my computer.
Totem Joe switched from Regular Soda to Diet Soda, over three years ago, but he still hadn’t lost any weight.
You can give one to Shannon and keep the other for yourself because I don’t drink Pepsi, diet or otherwise, Jill said.
I’ll have diet coke for you the next time you come in then, he promised.
What are you saying, that I need to lose weight???
It was a joke, but Jill had started throwing up after she ate to help keep her weight down. Sometimes Shannon would help hold her hair back for her.
No, no, of course not, I need to lose weight, Totem Joe said putting his hands up again.
C’mon Jill, this guy’s okay, and she started walking back to his studio, nobody contradicted Jill, except Shannon.
Totem Joe showed them the digital magazine layout on his laptop with a holographic display. When he laid out exactly what he wanted and how her design was going to fit in with that month’s theme, Jill saw how appropriate it would be, and then she looked at Shannon, which she knew was a mistake.
If you still want to leave, I’ll never bother you again. Totem Joe promise, at least you heard me out.
Shannon nodded from behind him, and Jill reluctantly agreed.
While he worked Totem-Joe told fascinating stories; they were so good that you didn’t know if they were real or made up.
For example: He said that he still held the record for the most arrests in the city for indecent exposure. Apparently, he used to do a mix of cocaine and heroin, but he had to quit because he got tired of waking up naked in the police car.
He said it was the same two officers that arrested him almost every time, one was a skinny white cop named Frank Tiller, and the other a fat black one named Frank Thompson, they had two different last names, but the same first name; Frank.
Now Totem-Joe was heavy, but he wore very trendy, and expensive shirts. Fight Club*, Under-Armor, Nike, and whatever was trendy at the time. When he woke up naked he was covered in a wool, blanket that smelled like puke compliments of the “City of Detroit.”
And it gave him a full body rash.
One time he asked them whatever happened to his clothes?
The two arresting officers said they didn’t know, they found him naked, either rolling around in someone’s in someone’s yard or skinny dipping in their pool, but he became suspicious because in almost twelve times they had never once recovered his clothes.
Totem finally decided to clean up his act, when the judge told him that if he saw him in his court room again, he would be doing some serious time, so he stopped doing drugs, tried to lose weight, and even joined a gym.
And that’s when he saw the two cops walk out of the gym the same time he was walking in, it was his first day since joining and he had paid for a year membership (non-refundable) in advance, the fat Frank came out of the gym wearing a shirt that Joe had made special made and it even had his name stenciled on the back:
Hey Frank(s), you got my shirt on Totem Joe yelled after them and pointing his finger.
Skinny frank blocked Joe from approaching fat frank, while fat frank put his wide jacket over Joe’s shirt to try to hide it.
That’s my shirt fat frank, Joe said.
Don’t be acting like you know me, and who you are calling fat, if that aint the brown pot calling the kettle black, whoever you is, I’m just big-boned anyways.
Totem Joe was of full-blooded Mexican decent, but he had an exotic look to his appearance, and he also wore a Hawaiian shirt to perpetrate like he was Samoan instead.
All tattoo artists had handles (names) but he uses the name Totem-Pole Joe, and later went by Totem, because it sounded more South Pacific than Mexican.
He was not ashamed of being Mexican, but he did not like all the racial baggage that went with it, so if people thought he was a Pacific Islander instead, and they gave him less grief, so be it.
Plus he like the Totem-Pole handle because it was original and he considered himself head and shoulders above every other professional in his field, hence his name. Totem Joe.
Finally he wanted to define himself by what he was and did, and not by y his race, color, or weight, or previous drug abuse and subsequent drug habit, that was for the rest of the world to do.
“Now I know why you two never found any of my clothes, Joe said, turning red-faced and getting upset.”
“Did you file a police report, about those missing clothes, skinny frank asked?”
“No, but that shirt he’s wearing has my name is on the back, tell him to take it off and I’ll prove it.”
Both “Franks” were in plains clothes, not in uniform.
“I can’t be taking off my clothes in public, that what creeps do, don’t be trying to besmirch my good name whoever you is, cuz you sound like some crazy junkie anyway.
And with that skinny frank nailed him in the groin with a knee shot that dropped him right to the side-walk one blow.
As Totem Joe was still down skinny frank whispered to him, “And don’t let us see you here again, A guy like you could wind up paralyzed if someone trips and drops a weight on your head. I wouldn’t want you to have an accident.
And he cuffed him on the back of his for emphasis. You report this and the next time we get the call, it will be more than just your clothes that will wind up missing.”
“I never went back to that gym, but I did stick with my rehab and I’ve been clean for almost three years since. Shannon had started crying, and that also when I started Drinking Diet Soda. Then she started laughing.
Joe had the rare ability to make you laugh and cry.
By the end of the gig, they had all become friends, but him much more so with Shannon than Jill.
Shannon sometimes called him secretly whenever she and Jill were fighting because Totem Joe was very sympathetic, would listen to Shannon even while doing one of his regulars, if they gave him permission. And always made her feel better.
After the shoot, Totem Joe wanted to show the girls the photos before he sent them for final submission. They were beautiful, so much so that even Jill was impressed. And she had hundreds of pictures taken. Another artist took a picture of the three of them together with Totem-Joe in the middle. He said, he had gotten his threesome after all, even if it was only “PG” Rated.
The two girls looked at each other and then they both quickly flashed their boobs to him at the same time, but in a way that only Joe could see, while the rest of the room cheered and laughed.
Totem Joe turned beet red and bent over again as if “pretending” to catch his breath and said that they were trying to give him another heart-attack. And then after they dressed they kissed him on both sides of his cheeks simultaneously.
When Jill and Shannon were alone in the car alone, Shannon warned Jill that she was getting soft, Jill glared at her, until Shannon quickly looked away and then adjusted her seat belt.
When Jill told Derek the name of the artist Derek said he didn’t believe her and demanded to see the tattoo. She said she couldn’t because it was too low on her bikini line. Just a little he begged, so I know you’re telling the truth.
Jill was drinking tequila straight, not a good idea with her body chemistry. Eventually he reluctantly talked her into pulling down her thong down, suddenly he playfully snapped the front of her tight thong like a rubber band and they both started laughing hysterically.
As Shannon approached with Richard Jill slapped Derek’s hands away pulled up whatever was showing and straightened her miniskirt.
“Hey Jill, were going to the liquor store, do you need cigarettes, Shannon asked?”
Jill checked her purse which she always kept close to her, Shannon’s was hidden in the trump of her car. She rifled thru it quickly, and said, she still had half a pack left from yesterday.
“No, baby, don’t go, just take some of mine, Jill offered.”
“You know I can’t smoke Menthol, and Shannon gave her a look, I need herbal.
Jill stared at her friend, then at Richard, and then back at Shannon knowingly, “You just make sure you have your cell-phone on you, Jill warned.”
Shannon ran over to hug her and held up her cell phone by the strap to show her, Shannon was notorious for not answering her phone. And for a woman that was inexcusable. It pissed off the rest of her friends, but for Jill who considered herself Shannon best friend, this was intolerable.
Jill expected Shannon to pick up no-matter the circumstances, she didn’t even like to wait for Shannon to call her back when left messages on her voice mail.
Shannon complained her phone was junk as an excuse, so Jill ran out and bought Shannon a brand new I-Phone, and even put Shannon on her plan. Now she had no excuses for not answering.
One time when she had tried to call Shannon all afternoon she found her at work right before her shift. She had been frantically trying to reach her all day.
Jill marched up to her, spun her around in the swivel chair, and without a word slapped her face in front of all the other girls in the dressing room.
“You Bitch, Jill screamed in tears.”
Shannon was bewildered and jumped up to slap her back figuring she was just high. She and Shannon had fought and wrestled to the ground with Jill breaking a heel, and Shannon’s new outfit ruined to shreds.
The bouncers came rushing in grabbed each girl and separated them as both were crying miserably. Except for Shannon none of the other girls had ever seen Jill cry before.
And that’s when Smoky the coal-black manager walked in like Darth Vader, demanding to know who started the fight and why?
Nobody said a word. The two girls wouldn’t look at each other.
Smoky looked first at Shannon and then at Jill, he couldn’t decide who one but Smoky couldn’t resist a shot at his star, “Ooh, its looks like someone finally got their ass whooped.”
Now it was Jill who stormed out of the room crying miserable, which was great for Smoky, cuz lately the bitches were complaining how he was playing favorites to Jill again.
For the rest of the night, the two girls would not speak or even acknowledge each other. They didn’t want to work together on stage at the same time either. Shannon even tried to trip her Jill when she saw her and got a ride home with another girl.
The next day when Smoky found out the two girls were still feuding, so he called the, both into his office at the same time. and demanded to know, “What the fuck was going on???”
Both girls sat down not looking at each other, and after thirty-seconds “Smoky suddenly got a call, and warned, You two bitches stay sitting, I must go up front for a minute, and then he left.
After about some thirty seconds of silence which was an eternity for women, Shannon got up and said, “I have nothing to say to you until you apologize for slapping me.”
Then she walked away and tried the door, but it was locked from the outside.
“Hey, let us out of here.”
She turned to Jill, “The doors locked, and I can’t open it, Shannon said.”
“Then Jill got up, here move dummy, pushing Shannon out-of-the-way, and trying the door herself.”
She even pulled the knob instead of twisting it, as if that would help. Then she beat against the thick glass pane with the flat of her hand.”
“Hey, Smokey this isn’t funny, let us out of here.”
“He locked us in, Shannon said, but why, and then the two of women looked at each other.”
Both crossed their arms simultaneously, holding their ground.
“You had no right slapping me in the face, I should have told Smokey and got you fired.”
“Ha, that’s a laugh, everyone knows I’m Smokey’s favorite.”
“You have become such a bitch, since becoming the Star Attraction, Shannon said.”
“I have always been a bitch, Jill yelled back.”
“Yea, but not to me, Shannon started breaking down, and she looked like a child who was about to cry. Jill, hard as she tried could not stay mad at Shannon, she was more like a child than a woman sometimes, and the vulnerability, she projected, real or imaged affected Jill, like no one else.
“You are such a drama queen Jill.”
“Drama let me tell you about drama, I bought you that damn phone because every fucking time it rings, it’s you on the other end, begging me for a favor, then I have to run like a fool, to save you from yet another one of your “emergencies,” but the one time I call you when I’m the one who needs some help, you can’t be bothered.”
“That doesn’t give you the right to hit me…
Wait, you said emergency, what happened, Shannon asked fearfully.
Jill never needed help. That meant this was serious. when Jill didn’t answer Shannon ran over and grabbed her arm, Jill, what happened?
I tried to call you because I needed a ride is all, she said wiping her tears.
“I left the house with my phone, but I forgot to charge it, the messages all went to voicemail, but you didn’t leave any messages, Shannon said, and when I tried to call you back, you wouldn’t answer.”
“I was at the hospital, and they made me turn it off at the door.”
“Hospital, you got hurt, Shannon asked?”
No, not me, one of the kids got a scrape is all, Jill tried to calm down.
Who, Shannon sounded panicked?
Jill was still trying to catch her breath.
Jill don’t you dare do this to me, not when the children are involved,
Shannon was still holding her arm, now she started to shake her until she started talking, Jill had been known to punish her through the children, until she knew that Shannon was about to lose it.
A few weeks after they had become best friends, Shannon brought over her boy, so the two could children could play. Cody was about the same age, but Jill had stopped breastfeeding, (she never started), Shannon continued to breastfeed hers.
When she breastfed her son, Cody kept staring at her as he drank formula out of a bottle. So, Shannon asked Jill when she stopped breast-feeding and Jill said she never really started because she read that beast-feeding made large breasted women sag. It was the constant expanding-contraction.
Shannon was horrified. She was into natural food, and she herself rarely ate meat. She hated all the artificial chemicals, colors, preservatives, and multi-syllable additives that she couldn’t even pronounce.
“Jill, Cody needs you, not some chemical formula manufactured in a Chinese rat-factory.”
Jill kept reading her electronic magazine and didn’t seem too concerned.
I don’t like it doing it, okay?
“No, it’s not okay, I wasn’t going to say anything, but your son Robert is older than Cody, but he looks much smaller by comparison, aren’t you concerned.
No, Jill said absently and continued searching thru the messages on her cell-phone. Shannon just shook her head and then continued to feed her son until he slept.
Then she asked Jill if she would put her son Cody in Roberts bed, Cody had fallen asleep, but Robert was still up. Shannon looked spent. Jill took him gently and carefully tucked him in.
But when she returned, she was horrified to see Shannon breast-feeding her son with her other tit. Jill was behind Shannon so Shannon didn’t see her initial reaction, but after Jill composed herself, she sat down as if she wasn’t the least bit bothered and continued reading her text messages as if nothing was going on.
Inwardly Jill cringed while she watched her son try to wrestle away from Shannon until he finally stopped exhausted, Shannon had cooed him down until he was finally gave up on his formula bottle just out of reach.
Then she traced the outside of his small mouth with her erected nipple until Cody opened it, and when he did, Shannon immediately forced her nipple it in and squeezed the sides of her breast, flooding it with milk, his little cheeks expanded to capacity and then she forced down her liquid down his throat and into his little belly.
He could not keep up with the flood of milk, he could only swallow in reflex, and by the time he was able to suck on his own accord, a slow comfortable rhythm his eyes had already started to glaze over, as soon he was fast asleep, just like Cody before him.
But unlike Cody, Shannon continued to hold (Lil Rob), because he was known to stir in his sleep and Shannon wanted to kiss and comfort him thru any bad dreams he might be having. This was their first feeding together, so he wanted to make sure it went well.
He was known to twitch and that bothered Shannon because her own son, rarely if ever did that.
Shhhhhhhhh. Hush now baby.
Jill wanted to cry when he saw her little boy being nurtured by another women, and it killed her.
But Jill had an alternative reason for letting Shannon breastfeed her son, and it had nothing to do with sagging breasts.
Jill secretly had a recurring premonition that she would not live to see thirty. And Jill was secretly very superstitious, she had been since childhood and even thou she tried to hide it, she could not overcome this daunting vision, despite being logical in almost every other part of her life.
If something happened to her, she wanted Shannon to take care of her son, not her ex. Shannon was an excellent mother, even better than Jill herself, she proved that today just by making the gesture grossly inappropriate as she was, Shannon’s heart was always in the right place, and she always put the children first.
Jill was smart, shrewd, practical, and business savvy. But she was not nurturing, she was an ice-queen, a bitch, and she didn’t even consider herself a good mother.
She did not have the warmth that children needed. But she did not want her son growing up to be like her. Cold, Remote, Unattached. Alone.
Shannon wanted Jill to become furious, jealous, outraged, and vengeful. Shannon had seen Jill angry, many times, and it sometimes it even scared her, but she wanted to see that now.
She was going to trick Jill into breast-feeding her own son. And love doing it. All women got jealous, it was unavoidable. I’ll give you something to fight for you selfish bitch.
But she never did.
When Shannon saw her unmoved, she wanted to cry. Now she was the one pretending to be unbothered. So, she continued holding Lil Rob, deciding from now on that if Jill would not feed her son like a proper mother, Shannon would serve as a surrogate.
Shannon thought she had initiated the entire thing, but it was Jill who wanted Shannon to love her son as much as her own, so it was she she who baited Shannon, and not the other way around.
But Jill wasn’t ready for the unexpected emotional blowback. Jill cried herself to sleep that night. And she could never get Shannon’s teasing voice out of her head. It played over and over like a skipping Cd…
“You’re such a hungry little boy, yes you are, but momma’s going to feed you proper, whether you want it or not, Yes I am.”
She didn’t have to rub it in her face, like she rubbed her tit in her sons.
And they called her a heartless bitch, Jill sobbed, burying her face in her pillow, so she didn’t wake her son. In some ways Jill thought Shannon was just as bad if not worse than she was, but Jill was the only one who would ever know it.
After the breast-feeding Shannon didn’t call Rob, Robert, but baby instead, the same as her own son, and soon after that he also call Shannon his mommy.
And whenever he did, Shannon would answer him immediately.
At first Jill would be always respond just out of habit, but after she noticed that every request was for Shannon and not her, she ignored him.
“All right, all right, It was Robert, Jill screamed, he tripped climbing up the steps that’s all, but when he fell he cut his chin, he needed eight stitches.”
“He needed stiches, Shannon froze looking horrified, and frozen.”
“Well he’s always hurting himself, you know how clumsy that boy is, Jill said.”
He never would have hurt himself if Shannon was there.
“How did you get him to hospital, Shannon asked sobbing miserable?
Jill didn’t have a car, she had one, but her ex Dillon called her and asked if he could borrow her truck, so he could get to work.
Unlike Tommy, Dillon tried very hard to be responsible, he was a skilled as a welder, so he had a steady job, and he did pay his child support regular, but he had terrible luck, so when he said, that he needed to borrow her vehicle, because it was an emergency she believed him, Dillon want not a drunk, just a womanizer.
But the one time she caught him was the first and the last.
It was only supposed to be for two weeks and that was six months ago.
Normally, Jill would have raised Hell, but it just so happened that Shannon bought a new car around the same time but lost her license due to excessive speeding tickets and parking violations.
One time she parked half on and half off the sidewalk and when the police officer saw that, he didn’t just leave her a ticket. He called in a wrecker to have the car towed instead.
Shannon told her to let her ex use her car because she didn’t have a license anymore anyway and if Jill drove them both around she could use her car anytime she wanted. And she meant it. It was a brand-new mustang, that she was abusing the shit out of. Jill did it just for the sake of the car.
“No, Shannon I can’t do that, these things never work out, and I don’t yet something else to fight over.”
“You’re not going to help me?”
Of course, I’m going to help you…
Shannon handed her a stack of papers, one of which was the title that she always kept in her purse. Which one is the title, she asked?
This one, Jill handed it back to her.
Where do I sign?
Sign what, Jill asked?
My name Silly.
I want you to have it.
Shannon, I can’t take your car. She not only just purchased it but paid it off in cash.
I’m asking you to take it for the kids, not me Jill, your a better driver and there safer with you drving than me. And then Shannon gave her a weird look.
That was Shannon logic. And Jill, brilliant chess player that she was could never beat her, not one game, because they weren’t playing chess, they were playing poker.
You help your ex by giving him your car, but you won’t accept mine, what kind of friend are you???
Jill drew and “X” where Shannon was supposed to sign, and after she did, she handed it back to Jill and said, “Thank You” kissed her on the cheek and left to go check on the kids who were playing in the other room.
Jill just sat there stunned, in a empty room, sometimes she was in such complete awe of Shannon, she could never express it into words.
“I had to call a cab, Jill trying to keep her voice steady.”
“Oh, Jill I’m so sorry, I had no idea Lil Rob got hurt, I’m a terrible friend, I should have known it was bad by the way you reacted. I’m so sorry, and then she stared wailing.
Shannon stop, I told you he’s fine.
I hope you never forgive me, and then Shannon started wailing again.
It was a scrape Shannon, kids get scrapes, he fine…
No, he’s not fine. Your right about me, the other girls deny it but its true I’m a stupid dummy, just like you’re always calling me, and then she continued sobbing. Wahhhhhhhhhh!!!
I was only joking when I call you that, I didn’t mean it, don’t you know when I’m teasing you.
“Shannon was unintentional hilarious whenever she started freaking out over the children, and then she got dramatical. She collapsed on the floor like she was having a seizure, and looking up at Jill demanding, “Jill I want you to kick me in the chin, right where Lil Rob got hurt, Waaaahhhhhhh, and then she started bawling again.
Shannon, don’t you dare start acting crazy, not today, or I’m going to lose it, I already have a migraine from that idiot DJ (Sic-Pup), Smokies retarded nephew, who keeps blasting that horrible music, after I already complained to him ten times already to turn it down. Now, you get your big, dumb, double-wide trailer up off the floor, before that horrible Smoky the Clown, comes back in here and see’s you acting like a fool!!!
“No, no, you’re right, I’m never there for you, I have irresponsibility.”
Yes, you are irresponsible, Jill agreed. But I was still wrong. I just had to think about it, and when I did it was stupid of me to call you in the first place, when the mall was 40 minutes away, and the cab company only 10, so waiting for you would have taken longer, I got him to the hospital faster with by calling a cab.
“Jill if I help you work on your temper, will you help me to be more responsible like you? So, I don’t disappoint you again, so I’m there for the children, and fI can be a better mom, Shannon asked, she wsa the worlds sexist child woman?
Jill had no intention of forgiving Shannon for at least another week.
“Yes, if you forgive me for slapping you, I should have tried to explain everything first but like always, I used that as an excuse to fly off the handle like I always do, so I hope you can forgive me as well, Jill said, hugging her tightly. I’m a bitch and everybody hates me, your the only one who dosen’t.”
And the following weekend, they went to the mall but this time together, and Jill bought Shannon a new dress, this one looked even better than the last one Shannon had bought.
Even the female sales people gathered around her to stare as she modeled it for Jill, outside the dressing room who was watching the children. As beautiful as it was, she would not buy it without her approval.
Both women had been crying and working each other up so much that they ruined their make-up until the heavy macaca ran down their cheeks and they looked like a couple of waterboarded raccoons.
That’s when “Smoky” suddenly returned swinging the door open as if on cue. His timing was magical, nobody knew how he did what he did. He was actually listening behind the door the entire time. And when he saw the two women embraced, hugging but crying miserably he said in a loud and almost comical voice,
“You two rocky the racoon looking bitches, get da fuck out my office, before I call dat animal controls like you.”
Both women immediately got up, and slunk past Smokey, Jill in front, with Shannon in tow, they were holding hands and slouching as they hurried past Smoky, who stood there looking down on them, and shaking his head. pretending to be disgusted.
Then he shut the door behind and got on the Intercom Phone and called the DJ booth, when his nephew answered, “Sic Pup in the mother-fucking dog-house. Woof, woof, woof.”
“You don’t turn that bullshit down you gonna get neutered, then you really gonna be hurting, “Sic-Pup, Smoky said disgustedly, then slammed the phone down before Sic Pup, could reply.
I put you outta your misery bitch, Smoky barked in the darkness. Some of the best stuff he came up with was when no one else was around to hear it. It really was lonely at the top.
Shannon never forgot to charge her phone again after that, she even slept with it under her pillow. Jill still drove Shannon’s car and kept the keys in her purse. She could drive herself home or pick Shannon up later if she needed to.
Derek looked at Jill, “You don’t want to go home yet do you baby.”
Jill shook her head laughing.
Shannon whispered in Jill’s ear, “We should be back in thirty minutes.”
Jill just waved her on, she knew better, but she was already drunk. Richard put his arm around Shannon as they walked out, usually Shannon hated men who started touching her, especially men she had just met, but she felt very comfortable with Richard as if she had known him much longer.
To be continued.
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