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

Bill Cady, The Early Years … by Bill Cady 201
I still have all three in my legs, so there‟ll be some clinking noises when they
scatter my ashes after I‟m gone.
Lynn came over to apologize, looking sexy enough to take my mind off any pain
still remaining. To be honest, I‟d‟ve screwed her right there on the front porch if
she‟d‟ve let me. She told me she really wished there was some way she could make it up
to me, after what that bastard did.
I suggested she move his ass out and have a real man, namely Bill Cady, move in.
Guess what? Lynn liked the idea.
When Curt Brown got home in the late afternoon, all his things were on the front
porch in paper bags from the Kroger store. Her father sat in a chair with his .12 gauge
double-barreled shotgun in his lap, and an explanation. Curt Brown no longer lived at
that address. If he gave the old man any shit, the explanation would be changed to say
Curt Brown no longer lived. Period.
I moved in that night and stayed three weeks. The sex was incredible. Both
superior in quality and frequency. That woman was unbelievably passionate. At that
time, although I did far more drinking than anything else, I was dabbling with marijuana,
and even hashish on occasion. I came home one night, about three weeks after I moved
in, stoned on hashish. Lynn‟s fervor and passion was so heated her nails dragged through
the scabs her previous scratches left on my back. Reluctantly, I decided the next day to
move back across the street.
Curt Brown was back a few days later, on a sultry, humid summer evening, to get
a few things Lynn had overlooked. If he‟d hated me before, it was nothing compared to
now. I‟d gotten him evicted at the point of a shotgun, then moved in and spent three
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