The Freak - S01 E41

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The Freak - S01 E41

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 41

"I worked in a factory that milled machine parts. That involves a lot of metal shavings. My job was to sweep up the shavings so they could be recycled. There were four of us. Now there are only two." I heard Barbara pull into our driveway so I left to speak with her. We agreed and, after a quick peek at the Boston Globe I returned to Paul who hadn't moved an inch.

"Barbara and will pick you and Vera up tomorrow at noon. Then we're going to Narragansett. You can tell people that you had a good day at the track, but if you mention my role or Barbara's...."

"The track? That's your solution?"

You need to trust and have faith in me. That's how I made the money that got me started and how I've made millions since. Don't worry about money, Barbara and I will lend you the money for the first bet."

We arrived just in time for an enjoyable lunch then I led Paul to place our first bet. "Ten dollars on number six in the third race to win." After checking the accuracy of the ticket I placed a second bet for twenty. The horse won at 8 to1 odds and we bet the bundle on the four horse in the next race. That continued until we had won four straight races and accumulated several thousand dollars. Together we stepped up for the ninth race: "Two hundred on numbers four and five-the exacta-in the ninth race." Paul echoed my bet just a few seconds later. The four-five combo paid more than 1500 to 1. We collected more than $300,000 each in cashier's checks and went home.

I had a brief chat with Paul and Vera once we were in their driveway. "Pay off all of your debts and go to community college to learn a skill like plumber, or electrician, or welder or something like that so you'll be able to find and hold a good job and don't forget that you'll have to pay taxes on the winnings so don't blow it all." They thanked us over and over, but after this our relationship suffered. We never did find out why-so much for gratitude.

I graduated with my MBA on a Saturday in mid May of 1965 with Barbara, my parents, my aunt and uncle, and my infant daughter present. Also in attendance were Mr. and Mrs. Justin Akers. Barbara and had a very long chat on our return to Somerville after meeting Justin's parents. We both knew that Justin and Darla hadn't been intimate, but it was just a matter of time. To help them along we decided to offer them our guest room.

Barbara would talk with Darla and would talk with Justin. Those

discussions took place Monday between classes. Justin and Darla did accompany Barbara and me home for pizza and soda after Friday's basketball game and around midnight I was more than ready for bed. I put Kelly out and Barbara and I closed the door to our bedroom.

Neither Justin nor Darla had made any effort to go back to their dorms. Finally, Darla took Justin by the hand and led him to the guest room. "This is nice, don't you think?"

Yeah, I... Darla, you don't have to. Jack told me that you had a really bad experience. So... Darla silenced him with a tender kiss.

"I know that don't have to, Justin. I promised myself that would never again give myself to a man wasn't totally in love with." She looked up into Justin's eyes and laughed. "That's you, sweetie. Don't you realize that? Haven't I shown you that I love you...that I love you with every fiber of my body? And I know something even if you don't. You love me every bit as much. Let's go into the powder room and wash each other. There's no shower, but Barbara promised me that there would be plenty of wash cloths and soap. can't wait to have your hands all over my body and-in case you're wondering-I can't wait to have my hands all over yours."

Darla led Justin into the small room marked with only a small basin, a toilet, and a closet. There were two large and thick bath towels hanging from a wall-mounted rack and over each was a wash cloth. "Would you help me to undress, Justin? Don't worry about cumming in me. I'm on the pill. may be Catholic, but I'm not an idiot. She moved his hands to the buttons on her blouse while hers worked on his shirt. In minutes they stood naked before each other for the very first time.

Justin knew that he was nothing special physically, but Darla was a goddess, She had legs like Betty Grable and breasts like a Playboy centerfold model. Darla moved forward to grip his head and rub her breasts into his body as she kissed him once again. Justin's response was clearly noticeable as his six and a half fairly thick inches of erect penis wedged between their bodies.

Darla took the lead again, running the cloth under a stream of hot water and soaping it up before handing it to Justin and repeating for herself. She washed Justin's body slowly as she encouraged him to do the same for her. "Do a good job on my breasts, Justin and my pussy and make sure you do a really good job on my ass. I want to be squeaky clean for you. Ten minutes later they were dry and tiptoed across the hall carrying their clothes. Seconds later they were together under the blanket.

"I've only done this three times, Justin."

"I've never... he whispered back.

"Okay, then we'll have to learn as we go. We'll be fine as long as we communicate openly with each other. She rubbed his cock slowly and teasingly, running his slick pre-cum over the head, "I don't think we need any foreplay, darling. I'm so hot for you I'm actually gushing. Please climb between my legs and push it in. Don't worry about cumming too fast. We can always do it again." That was the start of their physical relationship. Justin showed himself to be a considerate lover that night as they made love three times and, if there had been any question about their love for each other it evaporated that night. They were hopelessly in love with each other when they awoke the following morning.

Justin and Darla had sheepish and embarrassed expressions on their faces the following morning, but we could see their complete love for each other, too. I heard all about it Monday afternoon in the Harvard library. Barbara walked up behind me, announcing her presence with a brief kiss to my neck. "I spoke with Darla this morning." Oh boy, knew this was going to be good! "She told me it was a comedy of errors. Justin was a virgin and Darla's only done it three times with that loser in high school. She told me that they were so pathetic that they laughed crazily until he was finally able to stick it in then she said it was like heaven. Apparently Justin agreed and they had it down pat by the third time." I laughed then kissed Barbara and laughed again. I was relieved that things had gone well for them. Little did know how well.

After that fateful night they spent almost every weekend with us as their love grew even deeper than it had been before. They became engaged during their sophomore year and married in her home town of Hyannis on Cape Cod at the end of the school year. Barbara was matron of honor and I was best man.

I took the reins of Aker Motors-soon to be French Motors-a week after graduation, walking into the dealership in the company of two Suffolk County Police detectives who were there to arrest the general manager on 36 counts of grand larceny and embezzlement. I did the GM's job for the next month until I hired an experienced executive for the position. He only lasted two weeks because he refused to hire a qualified mechanic, one who had extensive General Motors training and high recommendations

from his prior employer in Indiana because he was, in the GM's words, "a no-good fucking nigger." He was gone by day's end and I called the candidate myself to offer him the job. It was almost a week later that I received a letter from my local draft board notifying me that I was being drafted. I appealed, requesting a hearing based on economic hardship. That was scheduled for the Wednesday after Labor Day.

I stood before the board in a business suit and tie, briefcase in my hand. "Can you tell us, Mr. French why you think you will experience an economic hardship if you are drafted? How much do you think you would lose and why?"

"Well, sir-I'm not opposed to serving my country, but would probably lose several million dollars, at least. I currently own three businesses including a Buick-Cadillac dealership in Smithtown, Long Island. I have the papers here in my briefcase detalling my ownership and the four million dollar business loan have from Chase Bank. At the present time I am serving as the general manager. I fired the first for stealing roughly $180,000 from the prior owner and the second for bigotry that resulted in illegal hiring practices.

"I also own two Wendy's restaurants-one in Medford, Long Island that is currently in operation and one in Commack, Long Island that is expected to open within the next three weeks. Without me to manage that one, at least in the beginning, I stand to lose my entire investment, franchise fee and construction costs coming to more than $650,000." I passed the pertinent documents to the board's clerk

What is your marital status, Mr. French?"

"I have been married for more than four years and I have one child, a daughter who is eighteen months old. She and my wife are in the waiting room. My wife is also pregnant again although only about three months so you wouldn't know to look at her."

"How many people do you employ, Mr. French?"

"There are currently 67 at the dealership, but I'm short one accounts clerk, one secretary, and, of course, one general manager. Even with a GM will have to be there at least three times a week to supervise and provide direction to the sales managers.