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

Bill Cady, The Early Years … by Bill Cady 284
was one to me made, then in feeding his whore. Fuck, she can eat after the damned sun
comes up, ya know what I‟m sayin‟? That was Coochy‟s take on it.
He wasn‟t much of a pimp, as you‟ll soon see. He managed to talk me into it,
(although Karen‟s thigh rubbing against mine did a far better job), so we left. I made him
let Karen ride in my car with me, and we followed him to a house over on Logan Street
someone had already abandoned. It had almost no furniture of any kind except a beat up,
shaky old bed with dirty sheets and a couple blankets.
We‟d settled on twenty bucks for me to get a roll in the hay with Karen back at
the restaurant, so I paid him and he left us at the bed upstairs. I doubt Karen was a very
experienced whore, since she never objected to kissing me, and I loved kissing that sexy
mouth. Keeping in mind my youthful zest and energy, we‟d already made love three
times when Coochy got tired of waiting. He came back into the “room”, which was
missing half the wall facing the street, and said my time was up.
I told him I wasn‟t done fucking Karen, and she even chimed in with support by
adding, “Yeah, Coochy, the man ain‟t even done yet.” She smiled at me, since she knew
how many times I‟d already finished inside her.
Here‟s where Coochy really got stupid. He said he wanted more money if I
wanted more time with Karen. He seemed surprised when I agreed. I asked if he‟d take
a cheque, since I‟d already given him all the money I had when I gave him that twenty.
Then I asked if I could write the cheque for $120 and get my twenty back so I‟d have
some money on me.
The damned fool said okay.
I wrote a cheque for $120.00, dated it sometime in 1983, and signed it with only
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