“ We took in a mint copy of London Roundhouse last week, the original Trade Mark of Quality version,” she said.
“ Really?” she had his full attention. He had one of the best collections of Rolling Stones records in the world, but he was missing that one.
“ That’s the second TMQ Stones record, isn’t it?” she twinkled.
“ No, the third, European Tour was the second.”
“ And Rick really didn’t save any copies of his stuff?”
“ No.”
“ Doesn’t he know that some of the original TMQ records are worth hundreds of dollars?”
“ He doesn’t care.”
“ He should, he could have made a fortune by just hanging onto three or four copies of every record he made.”
“ He has enough money.”
“ It must be nice.”
“ He has problems, like everybody else,” Evan said, pushing his chair away from the table. “Excuse me, I have to go to the restroom.” She smiled at him as he rose. God, he loved her, he thought, as he made his way through the restaurant toward the men’s room at the back.
He pushed open the swinging door, glad the restroom was empty. He took the first stall, flipped down the toilet seat and sat without taking down his pants. Anticipating the rush, he took a small paper bindle out of his shirt pocket, carefully opened it and set it on his knee. Then he eased a crisp hundred out of his hip pocket and rolled it into a tight pencil thin tube. Already loose, he lifted the bindle of white powder and, with the rolled hundred to his nose, he inhaled twice, once in each nostril. Feeling better than he had in years, he closed the bindle and put it, with the hundred, into his shirt pocket.
If he was going to be drinking doubles, he’d need the coke. The white powder kept him sober, but it was a delicate balancing act, walking a thin line between the stimulant and the depressant.
On his way out of the bathroom, he stopped by the wash basins to check his hair. He quickly ran a comb through it, making sure there were no tangles. Then he bent forward, into the mirror, to inspect a pimple forming at the bridge of his nose.
“ Those are the worst kind,” a voice from behind said.
“ You don’t know if you should pop them or leave them alone.” Evan checked out the voice’s owner in the mirror.
“ I pop them,” the man said.
“ I tend to leave them,” Evan said.
“ You’re Evan Hatch, aren’t you?”
“ Do I know you?”
“ We met at Beatlefest, last year.” Beatlefest was the yearly gathering of New York’s Beatle fans. They swarm into the Hilton Convention Center to buy, swap, and sell Beatle collectibles. Like the Star Trek conventions, which Evan also attended, they got bigger every year.
“ I met a lot of people there, it’s hard to remember them all.”
“ Storm, Sam Storm.” The big man held out his hand and Evan shook it.
“ I gotta go, I got a girl waiting.”
“ Maybe I’ll see you around,” Storm said.
“ Maybe.” Evan turned and left the restroom.
“ What took so long?” Sherry asked when he returned to the table.
“ I met a guy in the john that I knew.” He didn’t want to tell her that he’d been sitting in a toilet stall, finishing off the gram of coke that he’d started earlier in the day.
“ You know I was thinking,” she said, “if I went through your Stones collection, I would know exactly what you had and the next time we got something in, I’d know for sure whether you had it or not.”
“ What do you want to do that for? You know exactly what I need.”
“ I know, I’m just looking for an excuse to go to your place.”
“ Why?”
“ Evan, you silly, can’t you tell when a girl wants to go to the submarine races?”
“ I don’t understand.”
“ That’s what we called making out in high school, the submarine races.”
His tongue was planted firm against his bottom teeth, temporarily frozen. This was a moment he thought would never happen.
“ Come on, say something.”
“ I just never thought-”
“ Well, don’t think now. Drop some money on the table and let’s get the train to Great Neck. It’s about time I saw your place.”
She slept with her head on his shoulder during the train ride and was sexually silent as he shepherded her to his BMW, and the only thing she said on the ride to his place was, “I’m really looking forward to this.” Her voice was electrifyingly erotic and he was euphoric.
“ You take my breath away,” he said.
“ And you leave me breathless,” she answered.
He was in heaven, spine-chilling, spine-tingling, spine-thrilling heaven.
As soon as they were in the door, they were in each other’s arms. Evan scooped her up, carried her to the bedroom, dropped her on the bed.
“ God, you look great,” he said as he stood back to look at her.
“ Come here, you,” she said.
He jumped on the bed and they were instantly entangled, a mass of arms and legs. He ran his hands up and down her back, then with a daring he didn’t know he had, he reached under her blouse and unhooked her bra. He hadn’t done that since high school.
She moaned in his ear as her breasts sprang free.
He brought his hands around to them, cupping one in each hand.
She nibbled in his ear and moaned louder.
Trembling, he pulled the blouse over her head and gasped when he saw her breasts. “They’re magnificent.” He lowered his head to take a nipple into his mouth.
She arched her back and moaned still louder.
Without removing his mouth, he worked her skirt up and put a hand inside her panty hose. She wasn’t wearing panties.
“ Take them off, quick,” she whispered with her tongue in his ear. He complied, rolling them off of her agreeing form, leaving her clad in nothing but her short checkered skirt.
“ Do you like me like this, naked and waiting, wanting you?”
“ I sure do.” And he pulled her toward him. Their lips met, tongues jousting. She tugged at his belt and pulled down the zipper of his jeans.
Holding fast to her tongue, he pushed his underwear and jeans to his knees, then, kicking off his loafers, he shed the pants. She grabbed between his legs and it was his turn to moan, and to worry.
“ What’s the matter,” she said, “don’t I excite you?”
“ It’ll be okay,” he said. He gently pushed her back, knowing that it wouldn’t be. Why of all days did he coke himself up today. And why of all days, did she pick today to finally succumb. Life wasn’t fair.
All of a sudden Mick Jagger and the Rolling Stones started to scream as his stereo jumped to life.
Evan sat bolt upright.
“ Somebody’s here,” Sherry said.
Sam Storm cranked up the volume, and while the couple in the bedroom were still in a state of surprise, he burst into the room, grinning.
Evan jumped off the bed, determined to make a fight of it, but he was no match for Storm. He interrupted Evan’s lunge with a blow to the face that knocked him out. Then he turned to face the girl.
“ I’ll do anything you want,” she said.
“ If you fuck good enough, I might leave you alive.”
“ I’ll fuck great,” she whimpered.
He reached into his coat and pulled out a length of rope and said, “Bring that chair over here.”
She did it.
He picked up the unconscious man, set him in the chair and tied his hands behind it and his feet to its legs. Then he said, “Suck his cock.”
She went down on her knees, took him in her mouth and began sucking on his limp member.
“ If you don’t make it hard, you die.”
She ran her tongue over the tip and pumped her hand up and down the shaft. After about five minutes Evan came to and ruined Sam’s fun.