The Freak - S01 E39

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The Freak - S01 E39

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 39

I did very well in all my courses, but especially in Accounting 1. Unlike some of the huge lecture courses the professor asked for and expected her students to participate actively in class. It seemed that I either answered a question or contributed an opinion in every session and was viewed as a leader by my fellow students. Then, in the first week of October, we had our first hour exam, receiving our corrected test papers in the following class.

I was approached by one of the other students as left class. He introduced himself as Justin Akers and wanted to know if we could set up a study group. He explained that he'd received a 79 on the test and was sure that I'd done better. I did, scoring a perfect grade of 100. When he asked what dorm was in I commented that I was a commuter. "You're can't be a local. You sound more like a New Yorker."

"Yeah, am, but I'm married and I live now in Somerville about ten minutes away. We spoke for about ten minutes and I learned that he was from Smithtown about fifteen miles from my parents' bungalow and what would soon be our house. We did set up a study group, but the five of us-three guys and two girls-met in a room in the library Monday, Wednesday, and Friday afternoons instead of a dorm. Our first meeting was interrupted when Barbara walked in. One of the girls started to tell her we were in a private group until I stopped her and introduced Barbara as my wife who was also taking accounting at Lesley, Barbara and I had the group to our house weekends before big tests. These sessions helped Barbara as much as they did the rest of us.

We'd been meeting about two weeks when Barbara asked how I would feel about setting up a blind date between Justin and Darla. "She's really feeling lonely and so far the only guys she's attracted have been real jerks. They take one look at her body and try immediately to grab her and worse. One of her dates actually pulled his cock out in the movie theater and wanted her to give him a blow job."

"Well every guy wants a blow job, even me."

Barbara gave me a look that I'd come to dread. "That's not funny, Jack. So, what do you think?" I told her I'd give it a try and we spent a few minutes deciding on what kind of date we should propose. I saw Justin right after accounting class Monday morning.

"Justin...got a minute?" I continued when he said he did. "What are you doing Saturday night? Are you seeing anyone?"

"No, I've had a few dates, but nothing serious, why?"

"Barbara has this friend she'd like you to meet."

"Let me guess-she has a great personality."

"Actually, she does, but she's definitely not a dog. If anything I'd

give her a ten, maybe even higher. She's a really good looking

brunette with a killer body. It's her body that's the problem. She's

had plenty of dating opportunities, but every guy immediately tries

grabbing her tits and ass. I know for a fact that she's not a virgin...."

And then told him about her ex-boyfriend from high school. "She's

a great person and down the road you'd probably be able to score

with her. You'd just have to be patient." Then I explained what

Barbara and were thinking in terms of the date and he agreed. I

told him I'd pick him up at his dorm at 5:30 Saturday afternoon.

Five minutes after getting him I pulled up and parked in front of Daria's dorm at Lesley. The three of us walked into the lobby and Barbara told the girl at the desk that we were there for Darla D'Angelo. I swear, I thought that Justin's eyes would jump out of his head when Darla walked down the stairs dressed in a tight off- white top and even tighter navy blue slacks. Barbara made the introduction. Darla greeted Justin then hugged Barbara and me. Two minutes later we were in the Olds on our way down Mass. Ave into Boston. We were headed for the same seafood restaurant that Barbara and had gone to back at Easter. Lobster is a sloppy meal, but Barbara and weren't out to impress anyone. Justin ordered grilled scallops and Daria asked for deep fried calamari

We talked about school-three business majors and one studying elementary education. I was surprised when told about everything Daria would have to learn just to teach young children. She told us that she couldn't wait for her student teaching experience during her senior year. Lesley arranged for teaching assistant opportunities one day a week and Darla told us how much she enjoyed working with her second grade class. I could see her enthusiasm. Justin hung on every word.

We enjoyed our salads and the dinners were excellent. Darla exclaimed her pleasure with the calamari, sharing a piece with Justin who returned the favor with a scallop. Barbara and made good use of our lobster bibs, laughing at each other with our faces covered with butter sauce. We had a great time, leaving around 7:15 for a movie back in Cambridge.

That was the beginning of Justin's relationship with Darla and our close friendship with the couple. We had them to dinner several times and we went to several dances and parties with them as well. Both Barbara and Daria were subjects of keen attention from many of the males present. My physical size no doubt deterred at least some of the boys from hitting on my wife, but Justin was only five feet ten and was lucky to tilt the scales at 160 pounds.

Boys may have shown their interest, but Darla was deaf and blind to their charms. Her answer was the same every time-I'm flattered, but only dance with my boyfriend. Once when a frustrated suitor threatened to beat Justin up she told him that would never work. "Just what always wanted-a dumb oaf whose hands are bigger than his brain." Then she took Justin by the hand and led him away, kissing him hotly once they were beyond arm's length from the idiot.

We had more than two weeks off for the holiday break, but we had a lot to do at home so we planned to combine two important tasks Into one long day. Tuesday night I told Mom that we'd be away all day. "Don't expect us for dinner. I don't know what will happen with Justin's family. The following morning-Wednesday, December 27, 1961-we were up early, around six, for our drive out to the bungalow. We had agreed to check on it while we also checked on our house's progress.

The bungalow looked exactly as we had left it with the exception of the dead field mouse that I removed and dumped out in the woods. After closing the bungalow we walked across the street and down the gentle hill to look at our new house in progress. We walked through the poured concrete basement and garage and up into the house itself. The house was framed with plywood on the outer walls and roof which looked to be half completed. Mark met us there to explain how the construction was proceeding. He expected the roof to be completed that week and once that was done real progress inside would follow. Barbara and I met with the plumber to select fixtures and faucet sets for the bathrooms and kitchen. Next was tile for both areas and, finally, the electrician for lighting fixtures throughout the house. We had already specified the windows and doors as well as the shingles for the roof

Leaving at noon gave us time for a quick lunch at a hot dog wagon on our way to Smithtown where we would meet with Justin and his parents. He had explained that he was a late life surprise for his parents. His three sisters were twenty, twenty-two, and twenty-five years older. Some of their children-his nieces and nephews-were actually older than he was. His parents were in their sixties so we were not at all surprised when a silver-haired woman answered the

door. "Hello...you must be Jack and Barbara. I'm Gloria, Justin's

mother. Please come in. She hugged me and then Barbara before leading us to the palatial living room. "I'll let Martin know that you're here. Justin is out picking up our dry cleaning. He should be home soon. Here, let me take your coats." She opened a closet and hung them,

I met Justin's dad a few minutes later and then, in what I thought was a well planned and executed maneuver, Mrs. Akers took Barbara for a tour of the house while Mr. Akers showed me to his study, closing the door behind us. "I don't believe in beating around the bush, Jack. Justin's mother and I are extremely concerned about his relationship with this......

"You mean, Darla?"

"Yes, he is obviously infatuated with her. She's all he talks about. It has to end. I can see no good coming from this relationship."

"Well, if you're looking to me or Barbara for help you're barking up the wrong tree. Darla is the best thing to happen to Justin, probably ever. We're in a study group for accounting. Before meeting her Justin would be best described as an uninspired student. He was earning C's mostly and occasionally a B-. Since meeting Darla he's been getting mostly A's. And, in case you think the feelings are one way, you're dead wrong. Darla is Barbara's best friend so we've been to parties and dances together. She could have her pick of guys, but she shoots all of them down for Justin. I know for a fact that they've seen each other every single day since we set them up on a blind date back in October and Darla sees to it that he studies his ass off."

"Well..I just don't want to see him knocking her kind up and having to get married."

"I think what you're trying to say is that you don't want him to get involved with an Italian even though she's Catholic just like Justin. Physically she has movie star beauty, but she's even more on the inside. If not for my wife I'd be thrilled to have someone even close to her, but she only has eyes for Justin. I think that I need to tell you a few things about me so you'll understand better." I began by moving his paperweight across the room into my hand and then

back. told him about being struck and how my brain was changed

and, after about ten minutes, I told him about my flashes.

"Have you had any about Justin?"

"I have and you're going to be very proud of him. He's going to be a wizard of Wall Street."