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

Bill Cady, The Early Years … by Bill Cady 194
lived. A woman, damned good looking but with very small boobs, moved in there with a
slob named Curt Brown. Her name was Lynn, and she told me they were married, but I
think she was embellishing the point.
Other than small boobs, her body was fantastic. Her fanny was a model for what
all women wanted, and she could‟ve modeled nylons and sold millions with no effort.
Dark brown hair to her shoulders and deep, dark brown eyes. Lynn was a total fox in
anybody‟s book, and that included mine.
This Curt Brown asshole was, I later learned, on parole from California. I have
no idea what he did for a living then, although I encountered him five months after this
was over in his other job. I was nineteen at the time. Just barely. I came home one night
around three in the morning in my standard condition. Drunk as hell. I parked the car in
front of the house and was gonna head inside to get some sleep. Then I noticed a light in
the back yard across the street.
The people living there, John and Erna Noland, were there when we moved in,
fifteen years earlier. They were both legally blind. Their oldest son, Duane, was married
and long gone. Their youngest, a daughter named Janice, was off at college somewhere.
Erna used to baby-sit us once in a while when we were little. She and John were
very nice people. They were also pretty defenseless, both in at least their 60s at the time.
I went halfway across the street and finally noticed two shadows there in the back,
a couple guys in the yard. “Who‟s back there?”
“Fuck you.”
Well, that was certainly refreshing. It‟s nice to get to know people, and it always
seems better when you begin with a few friendly words.
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