BILL CADY Word Count: 149,227 - At My Friend's Place

Bill Cady, The Early Years … by Bill Cady 115
A girl named Barb Wight had an apartment over a business a few blocks from
Al‟s house on East Michigan Avenue. Her place was an un-air-conditioned, seedy, hot
little dump. She had one thing Al didn‟t offer at his place. She‟d have sex with just
about any guy who walked through her door.
Al was different. He‟d only have sex with any woman who walked through his
door, or any other door. Or stood outside it. Maybe went by on the sidewalk.
My philosophy was pretty much the same as Al‟s, except with Barb. I never
minded what‟s called “sloppy seconds” with some sluts we knew in high school. Girls
who liked what‟s called a “gang bang” and had sex with a dozen guys in one night. I
guess, with Barb, I chose to be on the smaller list. The more elite group. I was among
the very few guys in Lansing who never slept with her. I think there were only a dozen
of us, but we stopped having meetings years ago, so I can‟t be positive. Check with
Barb. I‟m sure she knows.
Anyway, Barb gave “T” something as a present. A “gift that just keeps on
giving”. Crabs. It made me doubly glad I‟d passed on her favors.
Those crabs had been bothering “T” for a while. At least a week. We were tired
of hearing him bitch about it. Since I spent more time with him than the other guys, I
was also weary of watching him scratch his crotch all the time. Some guys wouldn‟t
even let “T” sit next to „em, fearful they‟d get what he had. We were at Al‟s one night,
drinking beer and getting shitfaced, when “T” had a miraculous idea. He figured out a
way to get rid of his crabs. He was gonna shave all the hair on his crotch so he could
smash the dirty little bastards to death with his hands.
We thought that was great, and asked him to please stop interrupting the fucking
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