Chapter 61

"So what the fuck was so important that we had to leave right in the middle of things?" Wilma asked when we were in her car.

"Just drive to my place. There was something screwy there. They sent a 14 year old girl for me to teach. You know what I was supposed to teach her don't you?" I asked.

"Fourteen are you sure?" Wilma asked.

"That's what she said, and she looked fourteen," I replied.

"Then why didn't we bring her out?" Wilma asked.

"Then what do we do with her, turn her over to social services. I'm sure the story she tells would be great reading for you father and ex husband," I said.

"Oh my god, you are right that would be a disaster," She said. So what are we going to do.

"We are going to let the boyfriend take care of her however he wants. She didn't asked to be saved. She could have, but she chose to follow him, so there is nothing we can do."

"You mean there is nothing we are willing to do," Wilma said.

"Well that is pretty much the same thing as far as I'm concerned." I informed her.

"You won't be upset if I drop you at your place and not come up?" she asked.

"Not at all, it's what I expected to happen," I replied.

"Good, then I will call you tomorrow?" she asked.

"Sure but not too early," I said smiling.

When I awoke on Sunday it was noon. The one night I wanted to forget, I remembered most of. I especially remembered the young man who said I sucked cock better than his mother. I wondered if he was the mysterious bf. Either way I was not happy with the memories of my actions from the night before. Being able to remember might not be all good," I decided.

Did I feel guilty about all the sucking and fucking from the night before, sure but that was part of the experience. It was the truly degenerate people that I did it with which bothered me. It was most likely never to be repeated. Since we stormed out, we most likely would not be invited again. I personally could live with that just fine. It had been a fun experience but it was wearing a little thin. Wilma might be a different story. She might not have burned out with them just yet. I had seen her slip Jason a card so she wouldn't need me to get an invitation.

I showered and checked the computer to see if there were other things I needed to know. One was a reminder to start the next cook that day. Also a note to see the mad mechanic later about a new larger cooker type operation.

I had no intention of cooking on an empty stomach since I might not get out for almost 24hours, I bought a pizza at that carry out place. That and a six pack of diet coke was my plan for the next three meals at least.

Once I got the mash cooking, I went onto the Internet to check things out. I researched pontoon boats and cook stoves. I did lots of checking of things some related to the liquor and some related to things in general.

On of the things I looked for was batteries for the trike, I was really getting a little tired of it to be honest. My balance had improved along with my memory. I was about 75 percent on the balance and 35 percent on the memory. Not clean thinking enough to drive a car, but maybe enough to drive a motor scooter. I found the address of my blog from the road trip. I seemed to have done really well with the Tomas motor bike. It was something to think about at least.

I had the first batch of mash cooked off by 6PM. I had been adding to the mash a bit at a time as I continued to cook it off. Wilma never did call but I didn't mind. Something about the night before didn't set well with me. I had no idea what it was, but something seemed off somehow. On the upside of a lousy memory was that I would totally forget the feeling soon.

I cooked most of the night but in the end I had over a gallon of a rum made with molasses and corn. It was smoother than pure corn liquor and not as buttery tasting as ordinary rum. It was nice and smooth with no after taste at all. It was just strong, since all my liquor was over 90 proof and often it was closer to 100 proof.

With the cook done and the liquor put away in the cabinets, I headed back to sleep. I made the computer notes before I fell into bed. Then things just went away. It was the thing I liked best about being brain damaged, I never had a bad night's sleep.

When next I awoke, it was 6AM. I didn't often wake up that early but there wasn't often a buzzing from my call box at the front door either.

"Who the fuck is buzzing me at 6AM," I asked.

"It's me Royce. You have a problem get your ass up and moving we have to get out of here now," he demanded.

"Royce I almost remember you and I know I trust you but what are you talking about?" I asked.

"I'll explain once we are out of town. Get dressed and bring your pistol," he said.

"Is it that serious?" I asked.

"It is that serious," he said.

I rang him in then I dressed. I did a quick check on the computer to be sure I wasn't mistaken about Royce. I didn't think I was but I was also never a 100 percent sure of anything. In that case I had been right Royce checked out. I was more or less naked when I opened the door for him.