than you’d think.’
‘I won’t,’ I said and walked outside into the night, heading for Saint Mary’s.
When I got there I took the elevator up to Jerry Lee’s room. He was asleep, but the TV was on. I pulled a chair next to him and took the remote and began going through the channels.
‘Hey there,’ he said.
I looked over at him and he yawned and tried to wake.
‘They say anything about your leg?’
‘They ain’t sure. Just depends if they can stop some infection I guess I got. At least I shot myself in the leg that was already bad.’
‘Yeah,’ I said.
‘You’re drunk, hunh?’
‘Yeah,’ I said and smiled.
‘I wish I was. It’s so boring in here. Their TV sucks too. They got cable, but not much else. Where did you go?’
‘The Hideaway.’
‘You heard anything about the kid?’
‘No,’ I said. ‘But I ain’t looked in the paper or anything. I just been moping around.’
‘Me too,’ he said. ‘I’m tired as shit. I’m sorry if I fall back asleep.’
‘I don’t mind. I’m just gonna sit here for a while.’
‘I’m glad you’re here,’ he said and closed his eyes and drifted off.
I sat there and watched TV for an hour or so, then I found a pen and a pad of paper in the drawer next to him and wrote him a story hoping it would help pass the time and give him a break from the TV.
Jerry Lee ,
Well … you’ve probably been wondering where I been? Well … I don’t know why I did it, but I stole almost twenty grand from my dad, Dick Senior, on his credit card. His emergency card. His card for the pawn shop. We have the same name. Dick Van Buren is my dad, and I’m Dickie Van Buren. I was gone for over two months. I guess he didn’t check the card until after I was done, until his accountant brought it to his attention .
I rented a car and drove to Carson City, and I stayed at the old Ormsby House. It’s a nice place. I got a room with a king-size bed, a bed the size of a car. I spent three days on it ordering in from room service and watching TV. Then I went down to a department store and bought a few suits. One black, one brown, one green. I’d never worn a suit in my life, but I wanted to look different, you know? I got two pairs of J.C. Penney imitation wing tips, a gray overcoat, a few packs of underwear, and a couple packs of socks .
Then I drove over to the Cotton Tail Ranch. I met a girl named Deana and over the course of a week I spent $4,000 on her. She had some huge tits. They were amazing. They were fake, but it was a real pro job, you could tell. I can’t begin to explain what got into me, really, it’s the god’s honest truth I can’t. Maybe it was just that first night she and me sat in the hot tub. I spent a couple hours in there with her, nothing much, just the normal. Smoked a little weed, talked about dancing. But she was good. Let me just make that clear. She was damn good. Then when I was done I paid her and left. No big deal, right?
But the thing is, I couldn’t get her out of my mind. The next day I picked her again and had her dress in black leather. I paid her to get under the covers with me and bite me on the chest while I spanked her ass. Jesus, I don’t know why .
The day after I talked to her and her madam, and for $1,000 up front I got to take her out of the brothel. I wanted to play a game of tennis with her. I bought her a racket and a tennis outfit. I thought I’d kick her ass, but she beat me three games straight. Six-love, six-three, six-four. Who would have thought?
We changed in the hotel room, ate lunch together, then went back to the brothel where I picked her and another girl named Lara. We all sat in the hot tub, and let me tell you it got crazy. Everybody on everybody. A real free for all .
I saw her every day that week. On the last day I finally said why the fuck not, and I read her one of my stories. Did I ever tell you I wrote stories?
Well, the one I read was called ‘Lyndon Johnson and his Encounters with
‘I won’t,’ I said and walked outside into the night, heading for Saint Mary’s.
When I got there I took the elevator up to Jerry Lee’s room. He was asleep, but the TV was on. I pulled a chair next to him and took the remote and began going through the channels.
‘Hey there,’ he said.
I looked over at him and he yawned and tried to wake.
‘They say anything about your leg?’
‘They ain’t sure. Just depends if they can stop some infection I guess I got. At least I shot myself in the leg that was already bad.’
‘Yeah,’ I said.
‘You’re drunk, hunh?’
‘Yeah,’ I said and smiled.
‘I wish I was. It’s so boring in here. Their TV sucks too. They got cable, but not much else. Where did you go?’
‘The Hideaway.’
‘You heard anything about the kid?’
‘No,’ I said. ‘But I ain’t looked in the paper or anything. I just been moping around.’
‘Me too,’ he said. ‘I’m tired as shit. I’m sorry if I fall back asleep.’
‘I don’t mind. I’m just gonna sit here for a while.’
‘I’m glad you’re here,’ he said and closed his eyes and drifted off.
I sat there and watched TV for an hour or so, then I found a pen and a pad of paper in the drawer next to him and wrote him a story hoping it would help pass the time and give him a break from the TV.
Jerry Lee ,
Well … you’ve probably been wondering where I been? Well … I don’t know why I did it, but I stole almost twenty grand from my dad, Dick Senior, on his credit card. His emergency card. His card for the pawn shop. We have the same name. Dick Van Buren is my dad, and I’m Dickie Van Buren. I was gone for over two months. I guess he didn’t check the card until after I was done, until his accountant brought it to his attention .
I rented a car and drove to Carson City, and I stayed at the old Ormsby House. It’s a nice place. I got a room with a king-size bed, a bed the size of a car. I spent three days on it ordering in from room service and watching TV. Then I went down to a department store and bought a few suits. One black, one brown, one green. I’d never worn a suit in my life, but I wanted to look different, you know? I got two pairs of J.C. Penney imitation wing tips, a gray overcoat, a few packs of underwear, and a couple packs of socks .
Then I drove over to the Cotton Tail Ranch. I met a girl named Deana and over the course of a week I spent $4,000 on her. She had some huge tits. They were amazing. They were fake, but it was a real pro job, you could tell. I can’t begin to explain what got into me, really, it’s the god’s honest truth I can’t. Maybe it was just that first night she and me sat in the hot tub. I spent a couple hours in there with her, nothing much, just the normal. Smoked a little weed, talked about dancing. But she was good. Let me just make that clear. She was damn good. Then when I was done I paid her and left. No big deal, right?
But the thing is, I couldn’t get her out of my mind. The next day I picked her again and had her dress in black leather. I paid her to get under the covers with me and bite me on the chest while I spanked her ass. Jesus, I don’t know why .
The day after I talked to her and her madam, and for $1,000 up front I got to take her out of the brothel. I wanted to play a game of tennis with her. I bought her a racket and a tennis outfit. I thought I’d kick her ass, but she beat me three games straight. Six-love, six-three, six-four. Who would have thought?
We changed in the hotel room, ate lunch together, then went back to the brothel where I picked her and another girl named Lara. We all sat in the hot tub, and let me tell you it got crazy. Everybody on everybody. A real free for all .
I saw her every day that week. On the last day I finally said why the fuck not, and I read her one of my stories. Did I ever tell you I wrote stories?
Well, the one I read was called ‘Lyndon Johnson and his Encounters with
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