Chapter 6: Kim

The next several days were really nice. The three of us spent them talking, cuddling and making love, although Vicky did start her period which kept her out of some but not all the action. Surprisingly we didn't spend much time in front of the TV set and only watched a couple of shows. But as can be expected things didn't stay pleasant forever. The trouble started two days before our planned day at the race track. I went out to find a store that had racing forms delivered the day before the races. I finally located one but just as I was leaving the liquor store I heard someone calling out, "Jimmy! Yo Jimmy! Over here man!"

I ignored the voice and just kept walking toward the Blue Bummer.

"Hey, what the fuck Pendejo! It's me Chewy!" The voice called out again.

I stopped, turned and saw a short Hispanic teenager hurrying toward me. He ran to catch up and was out of breath by the time he was standing in front of me impeding my progress, "What the fuck man!" he snapped, "You fuckun tripped out or what?"

I didn't know this guy from Adam but obviously Jimmy did. Chewy looked to me to be a long time street punk. He was dressed in khaki slacks, a tad too long, black belt, long sleeved checkered flannel shirt, not tucked in and unbuttoned except for the upper top most button, clean white wife-beater sleeveless tee-shirt, tucked in, and black well polished shoes.

I decided it best to try and cover, "Hey ... ah yeah Chewy ... what's up?"

"What's up? Fuck man are you estupido sacudido or what?" Chewy answered, "Eddy's been asking all the fuck around about you man. He's really pissed man! Where the fuck you been anyway?"

"Sick," I responded unable to think of anything better in the way of an excuse, "I've been really sick."

"No shit? Bad bag huh. I can kinda see it man. You look different man, you know older or something, but that ain't gonna do no fuckun good with Eddy man. You'd better go see him right away man before he sends someone over to your crib lookun for you. Better you find him then he finds you man. Remember what happened to Jocko."

I didn't remember what happened to Jocko but it didn't sound like a good thing and the idea of this Eddy going to my apartment where my girls were didn't sound like a good thing either. There was no question in my mind that I needed to see this Eddy right away before he sent someone over to the apartment. I said to Chewy, "You're right ... man. I better go see Eddy right away. How bout you driving? I'm still not feeling all that good."

"What about your wheels man?" Chewy asked looking over toward the Blue Rust Bucket.

"I'll pick it up later. Where are your ... wheels?"

"Over there," he said then he started walking toward a 1962 Chevy Impala. Chewy's car was typical of what I had called 'a Cholo wagon'. It was a low rider with a highly polished candy blue paint coat, 14inch chrome rims, obviously some kind of hydraulics system, custom tuck-n-roll interior and even a plastic statue of the Virgin Mary stuck on top of the dashboard.

We got in and as Chewy was starting up the engine I said, "Stop off at my place first will ya? I need to pick something up real quick."

Chewy nodded then burning rubber he took off.

Chewy pulled up and then parked near my apartment building. Noticing that he intended on getting out with me I said, "Why don't you wait here for me. Mom's still sick."

"She's doing now?" He asked.

"No she's not using. It's some kind of flu or something. Believe me you don't want to get it. I was really down and out."

Before I got out of the car Chewy said, "Hey man speaking of your mom when am I gonna get to knock off a piece? You told me you'd see to it after me doing you that favor. She's a little old but I still wouldn't mind spreading her legs man."

I certainly didn't know what favor he was talking about and I just as certainly didn't care. All I knew was that that piece of shit Jimmy had been such an asshole that he had even offered his mother to a low life like Chewy. I hated the little prick more each day. "I'll let you know ... man," I responded then I got out of the low-rider.

Once I was inside the apartment I saw that both Jen and Vicky were in the kitchen, I think they were baking something, I greeted them briefly with a wave then went directly to Jimmy's hiding place and took out the cigar box. I was still in the process of removing its contents when Jen asked, "Sam, what's going on?" I turned and noted that both of my girls had followed me into the bedroom.

At first I thought about making up some kind of story but after looking at their faces I just couldn't bring myself to lie to them. So instead I explained everything, about my having run into Chewy, what he had told me, and my anxiety concerning Eddy. Vicky, having noticed the packets of drugs I was taking out of the cigar box asked me about them. I explained because I had no idea what the connection between Jimmy and Eddy was I thought they might come in handy during my meeting with Eddy.

They were relatively silent during my explanation and I thought it went rather well but once I had finished both girls refused to let me go. I told them it was what needed to be done. Still they argued. I tried to make them understand that all I intended on doing was to buy us a day or two of piece from Eddy just until after the races, insuring them that I would never be in any real danger. I wished I could believe that.

I guess they didn't really believe it either because Jen got a real serious look on her face, looked at me long and hard and then said, "Okay Sam, I can see you think this is important and you've made up your mind, but you aren't going without at least a little protection. Come on."

Vicky and I followed her into our bedroom where Jen reached far under the mattress and withdrew a snub-nosed .38 revolver. She checked to make sure it was loaded and then she handed it over to me. "Just in case," She told me.

I decided I'd ask Jen about how and why she owned a gun at a later time then slipping on a thin jacket with zippered pockets I put the drugs and pills in one pocket and the .38 in the other, then zipped them both up

"I shouldn't be much longer than a couple of hours. Love you both." I kissed them. They kissed me back.

"If you let anything happen to you I swear to God I'll kill you." Vicky threatened as I left the apartment. I could tell she was worried. So was I.

Chewy drove west on Sunset Strip the name given to the mile and a half stretch of Sunset Boulevard that passes through West Hollywood. The Strip is probably the best known portion of Sunset, embracing a premier collection of boutiques, restaurants, rock clubs, and nightclubs that are on the cutting edge of the entertainment business. It is also known for its trademark array of huge, colorful billboards. Two blocks past all of the 'punk rock', 'New Wave' and 'glam metal' joints which had only recently replaced the 'A Go Go' joints from the early seventies Chewy made a right hand turn, drove three blocks north off the strip and then pulled into and parked in the parking lot of a small club called the, E.E. Brown club.

The club wasn't open and Chewy knocked at the door. A few minutes later a deep voice called out from behind the door, "Yeah".

"Hey Lonzell, It's me Chewy and Jimmy. Eddy wanted to see Jimmy right away is he in?"

The door opened and a Negro about the size of King Kong only much uglier let us in, "Yeah he's in back." Then looking at me Lonzell said, "Come on."

We went in. The inside of the E.E. Brown club was typical of any number of other small nightclubs. Bar, tables with wooden chairs around them, small stage etc. the one exception was the two hanging Go Go dancer cages suspended from the ceiling. I guess the E.E Brown still employed Go Go dancers.

I smoothed my hair nervously and followed the ugly King Kong to a closed door located just to the right of the stage, Lonzell knocked on the door and then called out "Hey boss the punks finally here wanta see him?"

"Send him in." Another deep resonant answered.

Lonzell opened the door and I entered and then slowly made my way toward a desk where a slim, well dressed black man was waiting. The black man I assumed was Eddy. He looked up and said to Lonzell, "As soon as the broad shows up send her right in." then the door closed behind me and Eddy and I were alone.

Eddy nodded toward a chair. I sat down.

"You look different. Older." Eddy commented.

"Been sick," I responded.

"Yeah, I was just about to hunt you down," Eddy said to me, "You know the rules Jimmy. Explain and make it quick and make it good. I got people coming for lunch."

"Couldn't help it. I was sick as a dog, couldn't even get out of bed." I leaned over and spoke quickly playing it by ear. "It'll never happen again. I wasn't even coherent enough to let you know. Sorry. Like I said it'll never happen again."

"You fucking with me Jimmy? The word is out." Eddy said soothingly.

"Whose word?"

"The word, baby. The word."

"You know me better than that." I faked, hoping he did know Jimmy better than that.

"Hey, I thought I did but if you think you're on your way up, it could be up and out, man. My boy just came from downtown and he made some personal inquiries."

"Yeah?" I questioned hoping he would supply me with some information I could use to figure out what in the hell he was talking about and get me the hell out of there in one piece, without resorting to the little .38 in my right hand coat pocket.

"Think you're gonna just slide on up Jimmy? Take my money and shit with you? Just shut the door on my back..." Eddy made a graceful motion with his wrist. "Could be per-man-ent-ly," he said to me.

"Per-man-ent-ly," I echoed. I tried to get a concerned look on my face. That wasn't very difficult because I was concerned as hell and scared as hell, "Relax, man ... you don't have to come on heavy with me. I was sick that's all. Just sick."

"My boy from downtown said you got people climbing the walls. I had to send Lewis in and you know how nervous clientele get with a different supplier. I don't like that Jimmy. I don't like it one little bit." Eddy looked at me very carefully.

My brain was working at a hundred miles an hour trying to make some sense out of what he was telling me. People climbing the walls ... Clientele ... okay that must mean the drug users I sell too. And Lewis must have supplied to them because I hadn't been around to do it. "Like I said..." I started but he cut me off with a wave of his hand.

"My boy also told me he heard it that you started going down Main Street."

Main Street? Main Street? What the hell was 'going down Main Street'? I questioned. Then it came to me he must be talking about Jimmy having started main lining drugs directly into his veins. "No way." I answered emphatically. "Who'd your boy hear that from? I'll set him straight."

Eddy's eyes narrowed. He leaned forward in his chair scrutinizing me closely he said under his breath, "Damn if you don't look older." But then to me in a normal tone he said, "So if I'm to believe what you're telling me Jimmy and you've really been sick and unable to fill any orders you must still have my shit, right?"

His shit? He had to be referring to drugs. I unzipped my left hand coat pocket and drew out the packets of power, and pills and then placed them all on top of his desk. "Right." I answered.

Eddy looked down at the large number of baggies and pills then he smiled, "Okay," he said softly, "But remember you get this break one time only. Got that Jimmy? This one time only."

I was about to answer assuring him it would be this one time only when I heard a light knock at the door. I turned my head and the door opened and Lonzell gesture to a young woman to go through.

The woman looked to be in her early to mid twenties, blonde, extremely attractive, with an extraordinarily nice body which was easily decipherable due to the tight dress she was wearing. It seemed to me that she looked very nervous as she took a single step into the room, then the door closed behind her.

Eddy didn't say anything to her, but he nodded his head and from this nod, the girl must have interpreted it to mean that she should walk to the center of the room, because that's what she did, and then she turned and looked over toward Eddy who was still sitting in his chair.

Eddy just stared at her silently. The girl looked around nervously. She looked at me for several seconds then her eyes returned to Eddy's.

Suddenly, Eddy stood up and stepped quickly up to the girl. Reaching under his coat he withdrew a pistol, cocked it and then pressed the barrel against the side of the girl's head.

I watched as the girl got weak in the knees and her eyes filled with fear.

Eddy continued to stare at her. Then Eddy gave the girl a small gesture with his free hand as if to say "well?"

I don't know how but somehow the girl knew what Eddy wanted, even though he hadn't asked for it with words.

The girl flushed red and then started to undress slowly.

Eddy took a step back, put the gun away and just kept staring at the girl without any expression watching her strip.

When she was completely naked, I saw that she was a real blonde because of the light patch of pubic hair between her legs, and she kept it nicely trimmed. Her tits were large, well formed, with very little sag to them. She had silver dollar sized light brown areolas surrounding two even darker dime sized nipples.

The girl stood still looking about as frightened as anyone I'd ever seen. I wanted to help her but I didn't know how. I sill didn't feel completely out of the woods myself and I didn't want to jeopardize what little ground I had already made with Eddy, but as I mentioned before I'm a sucker for strays, so I boldly said, "Hey Eddy, she looks like a scared rabbit, how about letting her go so we can finish our business?"

Eddy looked over at me without saying a word, his black on black eyes glaring and I knew I had better stay put and keep my mouth shut. I did.

Eddy turned back to the girl and gestured her over to him and then he looked down. The girl walked on shaky legs over to him then she dropped to her knees in front of him making herself available for whatever he wanted. She looked up at him with fear.

Eddy's looked down into her eyes and then for the first time he spoke to the girl, "Stand up Mrs. Borden. Let Jimmy have a good look at all your fine assets."

She didn't move so Eddy reached down and roughly yanked her up onto her feet. He turned her a full three hundred and sixty degrees and then stopped when she was facing fully toward me then he said, "This is Kim Borden Jimmy; she's the wife of Jess Borden. Like you Jimmy, Jess Borden works for me. Also like you Jimmy, Jess did something to displease me so he offered to send over sweet Kim here to make amends. She's got one hell of a hot body don't you think Jimmy? Nice pussy, firm ass, and just look at this fine rack of tits on her."

Even as frightened as she was and even after having to disrobe and then have herself displayed openly in front of an audience, namely me, the girl still flushed red at Eddy's crude description of her body parts.

Eddy reached over and squeezed her left breast. I noticed Kim flinch and even pull back a little, but Eddy apparently failed to notice because he just continued to verbally torture her, "She's probably got a real tight fuck hole too. What do you say Jimmy want to knock off a little piece of this fine looking pussy here?" Then looking at the girl he asked, "You wouldn't mind giving Jimmy a little ride if he wanted it would you?"

The girl looked both frightened and embarrassed, but certainly more frightened than embarrassed, "Please no ... please..." She was sobbing for real now and tried to pull away from him.

"Listen bitch!" Eddy yelled while yanking on her arm roughly to keep her from getting away from him, "That stupid fuck of a husband of yours tried to fuck me over and you're the payment he offered in order to keep his brains from finding themselves ventilated! So get it through your head honey you will make restitution for him. If I go easy on you that's the same as going easy on him and if that happens everyone will think I've gone soft, and then every punk from here to downtown will think they can get away with anything they want! Well that ain't happening baby. Got it?"