She Had Dark Skin, Dark Eyes, Jet Black Hair, & a "Can't Keep Your Eyes Off of Rack"...
Part 16: Just Another Lost Angel...
I wasn't happy to find out Moose arranged for more girls to stay with us. Even after sharing my bed with Mary for one night, I didn't want to relive the Cindy-Mary debacle or even anything close to it.
When I confronted Moose about the three new girls, he said, "These girls are different. Prudes. Two schoolteachers and a nurse. They're staying with us to save money on hotels. They're renting a car and taking day trips. We'll never see 'em, but the deal I made is that they have to buy food and beer. So, while they're here, we'll be eating and drinking for free…" Then he gave me a slick-willy smile…
We hadn't found jobs, and the unemployment checks were hardly enough. I had some cash left from the sale of my Firebird, but I was holding onto it so I could do some work on my bike. Eating Wishburgers and backyard fruit a couple of times a week wasn't nearly as nutritious as it was depressing.
"Okay," I said. "But they better stock our fridge!"
We had a couple of weeks before they arrived, so while we waited for our meal tickets to get off the plane, we became frugal. Moose's mother was Italian and a great cook. Moose picked up some kitchen skills, and he made a mean meatloaf full of green peppers, onions, and baby potatoes. He covered it with pasta sauce and mozzarella cheese. It was delicious. We were careful not to wolf it down in one sitting, which would've been easy to do. We got in the habit of rationing our food so we could make it last.
One morning, Moose woke up early and made chocolate brownies (no weed). The house smelled great, and when he pulled them out of the oven, they were done perfectly.
Later, after they cooled a bit, he cut 'em and stacked 'em on a plate like a pyramid. He covered 'em in tinfoil and slid 'em into the shiny aluminum bread basket on the kitchen counter.
Then he got a call from his friend Shelly, a girl I graduated high school with in '74. She was in South Florida for a week and wanted to drop by and say hello to Moose, who graduated in '70. She was a good-looking girl. Dark skin, dark eyes, and jet black hair on a thin, five-foot-four frame. She had perfect teeth and a big, inviting smile. She had a great body, that included a "can't keep your eyes off of rack". She dated older guys in high school, so none of us in her class ever had a chance. She was a stoner, and Moose always had weed…
Moose gave her directions, and she came by an hour later.
When she arrived, Shelly's contagious smile was on full display. She immediately removed her sandals and got comfortable on the love seat, which was across from Moose, who was sitting on the couch. I sat in the recliner between the two. She looked incredible.
Moose rolled a joint, and the three of us got high, really high. At one point, Shelly said, "I got the munchies. Do have guys have anything we can munch out on?"
I was fully expecting Moose to pull out the brownies and be the munchie hero, but he said, "We got to go food shopping. We have nothing in the house…"
I was shocked! Here's a good-looking girl who Moose would've fucked in a heartbeat, but he wasn't willing to share his brownies with her?
In disbelief, I squinted my eyes and frowned at Moose in a way that said, "What the fuck?" Moose didn't say another word. He was content to hoard his brownies.
Shelly kept pushing, "You gotta have something. I have the munchies…" She was desperate.
I looked at Moose, shocked at how stingy he was, shaking my head again like what the fuck, dude…
I couldn't believe Moose was unwilling to share his brownies with an adorable girl from Massachusetts who took time out of her day to visit him. I knew if I wasn't there, he would've already tried to get her in the sack.
I had had enough… "We have the brownies, Moose. They must be ready to eat by now…" I said…
Shelly's eyes opened wide, and she asked excitedly, "You have brownies?"
At that point, Moose had no choice except to come clean. He was pissed at me, but I just laughed. He was a selfish prick. Probably the middle child syndrome rearing its ugly head. Obviously, he had never learned how to share…
The three of us munched out on warm brownies…
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Moose was an "all-for-one" kinda guy, and at times it was pathetic. He'd be heading out to the store for smokes, and he'd ask me if I needed any. I'd hand him a buck for a pack of Marlboros that cost .35 cents at the time, and I'd spend the rest of the day asking for my change. And there were many times I never got it…
The following day, the three new girls landed in Miami International, picked up their rental car, and arrived in Miramar at around 2:00 PM.
The two teachers seemed nice enough. The nurse was five feet ten inches tall, with short, flaming red hair and a big smile. I was never a fan of tall girls. I remember junior high dances when the girls who towered over the guys never got asked to dance. They became lonely-looking wallflowers. Then there's the redhead thing. Back in the late '60s—early '70s, redheads fell into two categories: drop-dead gorgeous or butt-ugly. Most of the ones I knew fell in the latter.
Pat was different…
I looked at you
You looked at me
I smiled at you
You smiled at me
And we're on our way…
To be continued…
*All characters appearing in this work are fictitious. Any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental…