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fucking idiot want?
Right after school got out our freshman year, Chesley brought her
to Danville to meet his parents, before she flew to Hawaii for the
summer.
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Big mistake. Chesley’s mother took an immediate dislike to
Darlene, on account of her being Asian. Not Jewish either, you know.
His mom began snooping through the letters he received (who does
this remind you of?) from Darlene as the summer wore on. In several
letters, she made ill-considered references to smoking dope and
uninhibited sex, which freaked Chesley’s mother out.
Chesley’s mom claimed she had the right to go through his stuff
because he had been busted for hash while at school and was on thin
ice legally.
Seems to me that asshole privacy violators invariably claim special
rights.
Mommy forbid Chesley to have anything further to do with Darlene
and so the weasel quit school up here as a way of breaking up with
her. When Darlene followed him to UC Davis anyway, he put
together yet another scheme to ditch her, this time by returning to
Eugene, finishing out his senior year at the University of Oregon.
One day, Chesley told Darlene he would come to see her the
following morning. Instead, he loaded up his van and moved to
Eugene, vanishing from her life forever. His younger brother said
Darlene called the house many times afterwards, trying to get in touch
him, but always got the brush off from Chesley’s mommy.
What a fucking schmuck. Darlene never did anything wrong.
Everybody else was doing the same thing. Marlene didn’t drink or
even smoke cigarettes. Was kind of straight, actually.
All she did was toke weed at Chesley’s urging and fuck him until
he was limp as a noodle. Her most unforgivable offense, as near as I
could tell, was that she was not white.
In a few hours Chesley will marry Nurse Shirley, a fucking cunt I
am positive doesn’t even like him, let alone love him. A woman who
is nowhere near as classy as Darlene on any measurable scale. Come
to think of it, Shirley is nowhere near his girlfriend Karen Hall either,
who was truly the living model of intelligence, beauty, class, humor,
and refinement.
This marriage is so insane as to be almost laughable. Chesley
discards the best to marry the worst. Irony abounds.
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Ya know what? Methinks he is going to marry a girl just like the
girl who married dear old dad.
It is also very peculiar that Randy is here. Two men in the wedding
party have had carnal knowledge of the bride.
Randy’s penis has previously penetrated Shirley’s putrid pussy.
Mmmm. If only I were more of a troublemaker, I’d tell Chesley’s
mom about it during the reception, especially about the adultery part.
I’d tell his mom that Shirley was the "other woman" last year when
Randy was cheating on his wife, Wilma. I’ll bet that would go over
big. Stir things up a bit. Mmmm. Just thinking about it amuses me
like hell.
Alas, I am only a thought criminal.
* * * *
July 30, 1979
Did not go to work today. I was too burned out from the wedding
weekend. Although twice I offered to drive the getaway car, Chesley
married Shirley after all. I predict three to five years max, but I could
be wrong. Maybe they are well-suited for each other, being both
stupid and selfish. I did try to be convivial, and for the most part I
think I succeeded.
No serious misbehaviors on my part whatever, I am unhappy to
report.
There were a lot of things to observe and many pretty women in
attendance. Chesley’s parents hosted a pool party and we all drank
beer, ate snacks and horsed around in the water. Chesley and Shirley
chased each other like a couple of idiots. If you think Shirley looks
repulsive in her nurse’s outfit, you ought to see her in a purple bikini.
In truth, I think Chesley would be better off marrying that fat girl
Debbie he fucked at his old apartment in NE. At least she was
likeable and sweet natured.
I snapped an extremely unflattering picture of Shirley when she
wasn’t looking. I’ll show it to Schenzler later.
He’ll lose his lunch.
The young women who were at the party were all eager to get
married. And I must admit, there were quite a few nice, pretty ones.
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One particularly lissome blond kept appearing at my elbow during the
reception.
Her name was Sidney Laagelander. A registered nurse, just like her
pal Shirley. However, unlike Shirley, Sidney is slender and attractive,
with pretty blue eyes and looks absolutely killer in a red bikini. Oh
my heavens, yes.
However, it is hard to judge women by their friends. Many of them
have no real friends, I suspect just temporary allies. Actually, Sidney
seemed quite nice, superior to Shirley in every way. She said funny
things and was easy to get along with. I’ll bet she’s an excellent fuck,
too. But so what? I have no interest in any of them, and I’ve had my
share of nurses.
Megan is the woman for me.
Jerry Brown is edging closer to an open challenge of Jimmy Carter,
a captive of the worst foreign policy types. It’s fine with me if Jerry
runs. Ted Kennedy could also jump in. The more the merrier, I say.
* * * *
August 17, 1979
Well, I went to my ten-year high school reunion. As expected, it
was a huge drag, although many of the women are still very beautiful
and many are still unattached.
The latter we can safely describe as desperate. Unfortunately,
Meredith never showed.
I wasn’t there for long, but it was still long enough for Kathy Dunn
to hassle me. She flicked me a bunch of shit about the time when we
were an item at age sixteen, for a period of about four months. We
came close to but did not consummate sexual intercourse.
Okay, so I broke up with her. So what? She was (and still is) very
beautiful, with gorgeous red hair and very lovely large breasts, which,
among other things, she very considerately let me fondle and kiss to
my heart’s content on several occasions twelve years ago. But Kathy
also got way too serious way too fast and, in truth, the girl scared the
bejeebers out of me.
What more can I say?
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Of course I knew perfectly well that you can’t get pregnant from
the stuff we did. Of course I knew.
* * * *
September 11, 1979 Monday
Called in sick. Stayed with Megan over the weekend at her place in
Heceta Beach. Indeed. Any reservations or misgivings I may have
harbored about her are have vanished.
Our physical separation has imbued me with a greater clarity about
us as a couple. A definite sea change is taking place within. I can feel
it happening.
The beach house is very nice and Megan is beautiful beyond
compare. Things are coming together or rather, we are coming
together. Life is amazing. I can’t explain it.
I’m in love with her. That’s a fact. I suppose I am growing up.
There comes a time when you just start growing up.
Megan spent most of the afternoon Saturday in what has to be one
of the world’s skimpiest bikinis. While I listened to the football
game, she lounged on the deck in the sun, wearing this classic
rainbow-blue number that covers only what is required by law and
barely at that.
Before Megan put it on in the bathroom, she got ready to shave
herself.
"I bought my suit a month ago, but I haven’t worn it because I need
to trim this first," she said, pointing to her bush.
"Let me do it," I said.
"You baby," Megan said, laughing. But she handed me the Lady
Electric and I set to work. Of course, I didn’t get carried away,
because I madly love her dark blond pubic hair, but I made sure that
none peeked out from beneath the tiny triangle of blue cloth that
conceals her privates. Had to have Megan try her suit on and take it
off a couple of times to make sure. While I was at it, I also made sure
the whole was nicely trimmed.
Then Megan returned the favor, and my genitals are likewise nicely
trimmed.
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Of course, the deck at her cabin is totally private and I was the only
person privy to the visual display. Megan’s bikini top is so tight that
her nipples show through. Mmmm.
At halftime, I found myself unable to resist untying the string that
connects the bra cups to suck and kiss the sensitive points.
"Look at this," I said, showing Megan my erection. With me
shaved, the hungering beast looks bigger than ever. "Can we do
something about it?"
Megan smiled, stood up bare breasted, and took me into the
bedroom, where she administered much-needed relief.
Driving back from the beach yesterday, I took a leisurely spin along
Poodle Creek Road to Highway 36. The sun was shining like it
always does on these last days of summer, these days of heaven. The
two-lane highway was a keening tarpaulining strip of asphalt that
wound lazily through the verdant woods.
What a gorgeous day.
I lustily sang "Tomorrow Belongs to Me," and pushed the van over
sixty miles per hour, making excellent time.
It was a wonderful weekend.
* * * *
September 17, 1979
Yesterday I asked Megan to find a job up here in Portland so we
can live together. The words just popped out of my mouth. My
instincts told me to ask her, I guess.
The wisdom of the heart. We will be very happy when we are
together, of that I am certain.
On Saturday we went with Chesley to Albany, to attend the
wedding reception of Leanne and her new husband Ricky Fairlane.
Megan drove us in her Volvo. Chesley knows Ricky from their
mutual doper days at college but never went as far down that path as
Ricky did.
The majority of the guests demonstrated a distinct lack of
enthusiasm for the match.
Leanne’s old roommate Sherry took it upon herself to invite
Chesley and me. Sherry is disappointed that Leanne is marrying a
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low-life like Ricky and told me so after a couple of drinks. Sherry
said Leanne showed poor judgment in dumping me four years ago. I
shrugged and said it was all water over the dam or under the bridge or
around the bend or something like that.
Perhaps, as Sherry said, I am the best and nicest man Leanne will
ever attract. But who knows? In retrospect, I am eternally grateful
that Leanne dumped me when she did.
Later on, I spoke with the groom and he seemed pleasant enough, if
a little dissipated. I give the marriage no more than three to five years
max.
Probably less, knowing Leanne.
While Megan was occupied elsewhere, I spoke to Leanne alone.
She wanted to know all about Megan.
"Chesley says you stole her from her husband," Leanne said.
"Chesley is a fucking idiot," I said. "Only last year his wife Shirley
was fucking another woman’s husband. He shouldn’t be pointing
fingers at anyone."
"Don’t get your briefs in a twist," Leanne said, with a grin.
"Chesley wasn’t pointing fingers or being critical. He was just giving
me the lowdown."
Leanne shot a glance to the buffet table, where Megan was pouring
punch for a little girl in a white dress.
"That’s my niece with your girlfriend."
"Hmmm," I said. "Her name is Megan."
"Megan seems very sweet," Leanne said.
"She is. I like her a lot."
"She’s beautiful and I can tell by talking to her that she’s really
smart."
I took a big drink of this very excellent white wine Leanne had
ordered up for the reception.
"Yep."
"So what’s next?" Leanne asked.
"I think we’re moving in together."
"Smart boy," Leanne said, smiling. "I’m happy for you. She seems
like the right one."
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"Thank you," I said. "I’m happy for you, too."
That was about it. Leanne’s wedding was a pretty weird affair,
especially coming as it did on my 28th birthday. Other people haven’t
changed. Only I have changed.
I am afraid of nothing. Nothing at all. I’m happy with Megan and I
am hopeful things will just keep getting better from here on out. Why
I didn’t see my way clear to settling down with one woman before?
Good question.
Emotionally, I simply wasn’t ready. I’m too suspicious of people
to give my heart away easily. I have to go down rocky roads with
them and see how they react. I don’t trust people until I trust them.