Some Are Born to Sweet Delight, Some Are Born to the Endless Night...

Part 14: Moose Liked Having a Plaything, Especially One as Busty and Curvy as Cindy...

Even before we got in the cab, the five of us had a good buzz on. This night felt more festive than other nights, and we were primed and ready for it.

Moose and I had been to this club once before. That night, Moose got really drunk and started hittin' on a girl who was there with her boyfriend, and I had to step in and save his ass. With Cindy under his arm I was hoping he'd be better behaved.

After John told me about Mary's feelings for me, I started spending more time with her around the house. I was getting to know her and she was even cooler than I thought. It definitely felt like we were together the second we climbed into the cab… 

Cindy and Mary didn't overdress or put on makeup because we were going out; they didn't have to. In the '70s, girls dressed however they wanted. They both looked great in jeans, halter tops, and sandals. No makeup, just Florida tans. Mary looked incredible. She had a simple look, and that was all she needed to steal my attention…

We sat at a table and after a while, John left for a seat at the bar. After a few drinks, Cindy and Moose hit the dance floor. Then Mary gave me a look, rolled her head and eyes towards the dance floor, and smiled, inviting me to dance with her. I got up and took her hand, and we made our way onto the floor…

We danced together all night, taking breaks to sit with Cindy and Moose and drink. It was a great night for all of us…

On the way home in the cab, Cindy and Moose were all over each other, and Mary and I weren't far behind.

When we got back to the house, Cindy and Moose disappeared into Moose's bedroom, and I went into mine. A few minutes later, Mary came in, shut the door behind her, let her jeans drop to the floor, stepped out of them, and jumped into bed next to me. She was wearing plain white cotton panties, which were in stark contrast to her thin, tanned body. She had no idea how irresistible she was…

Everyone got up late Sunday morning, and when I came out of the room with Mary, Moose and John were cheering. It made both of us uncomfortable…

Then Cindy announced that Butch was coming to get her and that she'd be leaving with him for a couple of days. Moose was pissed. He and Cindy had just had a great night together, and the very next day, she was running back to Butch, who had just been released from jail, again.

Butch pulled up early Sunday afternoon on a chopped Harley with open pipes, which he didn't get off or even shut down. Cindy jumped on the back while it idled, and after Butch revved it a few times, he clunked it into gear and took off in a hurry without saying a word. He knew Moose was fuckin' his girlfriend…

The four of us decided to head to Dania Beach and hang out on the pier, rent some poles, and do some fishing. Moose and I rolled the bikes out of the garage and started them in the driveway. Moose approached Mary and said something to her that, with both bikes running, I couldn't hear. Whatever he said, Mary got on the back of his bike, leaving John to ride bitch with me. I was shocked, and so was John…

Moose left first, and I shut my bike, and John and I talked for a while in the driveway. He said he thought I was a good guy and that Moose was a rat, and he didn't understand how I lived with him or was even his friend. I was reminded, again, of what Dennis said before we left Massachusetts for South Florida, "Moose is my best friend, but I don't trust him, and you shouldn't either…" This type of situation was exactly what Dennis was talking about.

It had rained hard for a brief period, typical Florida rain, and there were deep puddles everywhere. I remember riding through them at high speed and scaring the shit out of John, who was hanging on for dear life on the back of the bike. I headed to Fort Lauderdale rather than Dania Beach, where John and I had a great afternoon. He bought me lunch on the strip.

When we got back to the house, Moose and Mary weren't home, so I let John in and told him I was going for a ride to clear my head. He told me to be careful…

The sun was disappearing below the horizon, dusk was falling, and nightfall fast approaching. I stopped and picked up a bottle of Southern Comfort, hit the highway, and headed to Dania, where I sat in the sand on the empty beach and got drunk. 

I wanted to go home, but I couldn't bring myself to do it. So I slept on the beach, hoping I'd make sense of it all by morning…                                                                                                                                                                                                                               

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Take the highway to the end of the night
End of the night, end of the night
Take a journey to the bright midnight
End of the night, end of the night
Realms of bliss, realms of light
Some are born to sweet delight
Some are born to sweet delight
Some are born to the endless night
End of the night, end of the night 

To be continued…

*All characters appearing in this work are fictitious. Any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental…