The End of Summer (7 page)

“Calm down and tell me what happened,” I said firmly into
the phone.

“Lyn just left with Joe!  She is so upset!”  Becca cried.

“Tell me what happened.  I’ll pull over,” I shouted as the
rain suddenly increased and I could barely hear Becca’s voice over the noise of
the rain pounding on the ragtop.

“Lyn knows about us, Richard.  I told her everything,” Becca
confessed.

“What do you mean everything?  Why did you do that?”  I
raised my voice and immediately felt guilty for doing so, but I wasn’t
expecting this and was definitely not prepared to handle it.

“She saw us kissing when you dropped me off, and she was so
upset.  I couldn’t lie to her.  She shouted and cried and she doesn’t want to
see me anymore,” Becca explained quietly.  She sounded so fragile and small. Hearing
the pain in her voice tore my heart.

“Calm down darling.  We will fix this,” I said, trying to
soothe her.  “Listen, I’m only twenty minutes away.  I will turn around and
come back,” I said as I quickly made a U-turn, barely missing a car that was
coming the other way.  Then I reassured Becca, “I guess they’re on their way to
New York.  We will both go down there tomorrow and set things straight,”

“I hope so, I don’t know what to believe anymore,” Becca
desperately said.

“Honey, everything will be alright, I promise.  I’ll see you
in fifteen minutes,” I assured her.

“Drive safely please, Ok?”  She said.

“I will, sweetheart,” I replied softly.

It was a huge, end of summer storm.  It was raining nonstop
for over an hour.  I hurried to be with Becca, fighting to maintain control of
the car on the slippery road.  Visibility was extremely poor.  I was barely
able to see through the sheer volume of rain, and the vintage-style windshield wipers
were not helping either.  “Why didn’t I just bring a rental?”  I thought.  It
was too late for that now, obviously.

I reached Becca’s house to find her in the driveway getting
into the Range Rover.  I ran out of my car and went straight to her.  She was holding
the steering wheel with tears running silently down her cheeks.  I opened the
door and touched her hand softly.

“Becca, sweetheart, where are you going,” I said calmly.

“I have to go to the hospital.  Joe and Lyn had an
accident,” she said in a very calm voice.

“When did that happen?  Are they ok?”  I worriedly asked.

“I spoke to Joe.  They are taking them to St. Vincent.  We
have to go there,” she said and tried to start the Range Rover, but instead she
started crying again and crushed into the steering wheel.  “I can’t, I really
can’t,” she said with her voice quivering.

“Come, we’ll take my car,” I said, helping her out.  I could
feel her body tremble as I held onto her tightly.

We headed to the hospital.  Becca sank in the front seat,
not a word coming out of her mouth.  Her tears subsided, followed with a deafening
silence, interrupted by sad sighs.  I tried to say something other than, “Everything
is gonna be alright,” but my mind had gone blank and I couldn’t say anything. 
I felt sorry for her after living an empty, meaningless marriage with a
deceiving husband, sacrificing her life for her daughter, and now she was
afraid to lose her.

“Becca, honey, we are here,” I said, gently touching her
hand.  “I’ll park the car and join you in a minute.  You go inside,
sweetheart,” I added.

“Ok,” she said softly.

A couple of minutes later, I was inside the hospital.  A police
officer was talking to the receptionist.  I approached the counter when I heard
my name.  I turned and saw Joe sitting down with a bandaged knee and a small
cut on his forehead.

“Joe, man, what the fuck happened?” I came close and asked
him.

“You and Lyn’s Mom happened!  That’s what happened!” he shouted
angrily

“Whatever.  Where’s Lyn?” I asked.

“They took her for an MRI, and her mom went in to see the
doctor.”  He paused for a second and then launched at me.  “You couldn’t find
anyone other than Lyn’s mom to play house with, motherfucker?”

“Oh yeah…. you were so happy about it a few hours ago,” I
snapped.

“My knee didn’t hurt a few hours ago, and Lyn was dancing on
my lap,” Joe said, then changed his tone.  “How was she, huh?”

“Knock it off… where did you have the accident?”  I asked,
brushing off his senseless remarks about Becca and me.

“We were on the Hutchinson Parkway.  A car was passing when
its driver lost control and slid towards us, I swerved to avoid it and hit a
tree,” he explained, and got angry.  “The son of a bitch kept going.”

“You stayed conscious?”  I asked.

“Yes, yes. I checked on Lyn and called 911,” he assured me.

“And the BMW?” I asked.

“Could use a couple of weeks in the shop, might need to
borrow your Aston,” he said.

“It’s all yours,” I sincerely offered.

“So you murdered the husband to get the wife,” he said
slyly.

“Who are you?”  I said disgustingly.

We heard the police officer telling the receptionist, “My
work is done here.”  He nodded to us as he was heading for the door.  It was
then when Becca came running towards me.  She had a furious look on her face,
and her eyes were filled with sparks.

“Richard!” she called with anger as she approached me.  I stood
up, wondering what I did that made her so furious.  As soon as she reached me,
she slapped me across the face.  I lost my balance for a second because it was
so unexpected of her to slap my face like that.  Joe jumped up and came closer
hopping on one foot.

“Becca, darling.  What’s wrong?  Is Lyn ok?”  I asked with
disbelief at what she just did.

“You slept with her?!”  She threw the accusation in my face,
and it struck me harder than the slap.  I totally froze. “Did you sleep with
her?”  She asked again, her finger pointing at me like a sword waiting to
pierce my heart when I spoke.

“Yes, but…”  I started to speak, but as soon as I said yes,
Becca stopped me.

“I don’t want to hear another word from you.  I risked my
whole life just to be with you, I risked my marriage, and my daughter’s
happiness, and this is …” I started to speak again but she stopped me.  “No,
no, I don’t want to hear any excuses.”

“What’s going on?”  Joe demanded, “What are you talking
about?”

“Ask your friend,” she turned away to go back inside, then
stopped and turned around as I called her name, “Don’t you ever say my name
again, ever!”

“People, what the fuck is going on here?”  Joe shouted.

“I don’t want to see you, I don’t want to talk to you, I
don’t want to hear your name ever again!”  She turned around and ran inside.

I kept watching her, hoping that she would look back, but
she never did.  She never gave me a chance to explain to her what happened. 
Then I turned to Joe who was standing on one foot waiting for an explanation.  Then,
as if hit by lightening, he understood everything without me saying a word. 
With one blow, he punched me in the face and knocked me to the floor.  He stood
there as I fell down, holding his fist up waiting for me to fight back, but I
didn’t.  I sat on the floor, my eye hurting like hell. The hospital security
came and held Joe, and the police officer helped me up and took me out.  “You
better leave son,” he said.

The rain had almost stopped, and it became so calm outside.  I
found my car and drove away, not knowing where to go next.  Half a mile up the
road, I felt sick so I stopped and opened the door just as a car stopped next
to me.

“Son, are you OK?”  An old guy asked me.  I didn’t say
anything; I just signaled to him to leave.  Then he called to me again, “Are
you sure?”

I nodded and said, “I’m fine.”

He drove away, and I gathered myself and started driving
again.  Becca’s scent filled my car and lingered on my skin.  I still felt her
warmth all over me.  “What have I done?”  I said out loud.  I had ruined the
only thing that was good for me.  In a second all was gone.  My whole life
became worthless.

I reached an intersection where I had to decide whether to
go back to the city or upstate.  I stopped in the middle of the road.  I couldn’t
go back to the city and walk alone on the same streets that Becca and I walked
hand in hand; I couldn’t sleep alone in the same bed where I made love to the
only woman who I really loved.  I can’t live next door to my friend whom I betrayed. 
I couldn’t look Lyn in the eye and tell her, “Sorry I ruined your life, but I
should have known better.”

I lost it all then. I was going to leave it all behind me. 
From then on, I would be on my own.  I was going far away, very far away, to
where I couldn’t hurt anyone and no one can hurt me.  I turned right, turned on
the radio, and listened to Roger Waters sing,

“Hey girl

Don't point the finger at me

I am only a rat in a maze like you

And only the dead go free…”

Rebecca’s love affair with Richard left her breathless. 
Soon after, she writes a lustful entry in her diary, describing her feelings. 
It’s an erotic poem, a journey of lust and a lost love the length of an orgasm…

…Richard!

I woke up calling your name,

Oh!

Lyn,

Still wearing her clothes from the party,

Her make up smeared on the white cushion,

Silly girl!

Is it late or early?

I don’t know,

I must have been dreaming about you,

Oh!

She can hear me whispering your name,

Every time I think of you,

Silly me!

I have to go back to sleep,

Dream about you once more,

Wake up moaning,

Yes!

No!

Oh!

I did it again,

She opened her eyes,

Smiled at me,

My little baby,

Just a little and closed them again,

No!

It can’t be,

A few days ago I was still me,

I envied the birds,

The flowers,

The water in the waterfalls,

Oh!

I didn’t tell you,

About my biggest dream,

To ride a white horse under a waterfall,

And into a stream,

Oh!

Yes,

Naked,

Water running down on me,

Richard,

Ride with me,

Oh!

Silly me,

Lyn forgive me,

Every time I think of him,

His name escapes from me,

Richard,

Don’t go,

Wait for me,

Tonight,

I’m yours,

Love me,

Oh!

Silly me,

I said I love you,

Without you even asking me,

It must be the champagne,

Maybe the chocolate,

Or the strawberry,

Oh!

It must be the full moon,

It’s making me dizzy,

Why is this heat coming on to me?

It must be you wanting me,

Oh!

Come ride with me,

I’ll let you kiss my lips,

Your hand touch my bare breasts,

Come,

I’ll let you suck my pink nipples,

It’s so sweet,

Like strawberries and watermelons,

Ravish me,

Set me free,

Dig your fingers deep into me,

Taste me,

Like sugar cane,

Taste me again,

Want me,

I want you more,

Inside me,

Oh!

Silly me,

Poor Lyn sleeping beside me,

Are you asleep?

Marilyn,

Answer me,

Oh!

Silly me,

Richard,

Don’t leave me,

Richard,

Do me,

I want you,

Inside me,

Oh!

Yes darling yes,

Put it all in me,

Hard like a rock,

Hot like an iron rod,

Put me on a swing and rock me,

I want the earth to shatter and break,

I want the trees to shake off all its apples,

I want the waves to crush into the lighthouse,

And break it free,

Let all the boats sink into,

The raging sea,

Oh!

Yes,

Yes,

Yes,

Richard,

Stay inside me,

Look at me,

Love me,

Want me,

Feel me,

Squeeze my breasts,

Fuck me,

Yes,

Richard,

Yes,

Oh!

Silly me,

Poor girl sleeping beside me,

Oh!

Silly me,

All I can think about,

Is a man sneaking behind me?

Kissing my neck,

My back,

My butt cheek,

Tickling me,

Oh!

Silly me,

But who can blame me,

The waterfall is not far away,

It’s in me,

Yes boy,

Yes,

It’s my pussy,

Oh!

Richard,

Crush me against the wall,

Lift my legs and,

Fuck me,

Oh!

Richard,

My stallion,

My lover boy,

Put your cock in me,

Oh!

Silly me,

Yes me,

Richard,

Fuck me,

Take me to the edge of the galaxy and,

Leave me,

Oh!

Lover boy,

Bend me over your knee,

Insert two fingers in me,

Oh!

Silly me,

I want you more than,

You want me,

Oh!

Marilyn,

Can you hear me?

Talk to me,

Oh!

Richard,

What do you want from me?

I gave you everything,

I gave you chocolate and,

Strawberry,

You want more of me?

Yes!

You want to taste me,

Dip in and lick me,

Wiggle your tongue,

Inside me,

You want to draw circles and,

Suck my “clitty,”

Yes!

Can you feel me?

My hips rising to meet you,

Richard,

Look at me,

As you eat me,

Delicious me,

More than the apples on an apple tree,

More than the champagne and the,

Strawberry,

Yes!

Lover boy,

You want to fuck me?

Take me to the window,

Stand behind me,

Lift my leg,

Slide inside me,

Yes!

Faster,

Harder,

Pound me,

Lover boy,

Own me,

Grab my tits and,

Squeeze me,

Tell me you love me,

Make me scream your name,

Bite my lips,

Suck my tongue,

Own me,

Lover boy,

Pound me,

Harder,

Faster,

Yes!

Make the sun rise,

As you come,

Inside me.

Oh!

Richard,

What have you done to me?

My life has changed,

Suddenly,

The sun has risen,

Upon a tragedy,

Oh!

Marilyn,

Listen to me,

What can I say?

How can I tell you?

Miles,

Flew away,

From you,

And me,

No!

It was her,

It wasn’t me,

The whore,

Who he used,

To see,

No!

Not my tears,

Fly away,

Miles away,

Make me,

Free,

Oh!

Richard,

Come to me,

Let’s go live,

A fantasy,

Oh!

Richard,

Now it’s me,

And you,

One,

Two,

No number,

Three,

Oh!

Lover boy,

You want me?

A princess,

In an enchanted,

Tree?

Come to me,

Ride your horse,

Race to me,

Speed for me,

Faster lover boy,

Ravish me,

I know you are,

Hard for me,

Oh!

Baby,

Show me,

How much,

You love me,

Make it thunder,

Make it rain,

Push your,

Hard cock,

Inside me,

I am yours,

Fuck me,

Faster,

Fuck me,

Good,

Harder,

Deeper,

Shake me like,

An apple tree,

Oh!

Richard,

You can have,

Me,

All of me,

You want my tits, my hips,

My pussy?

Yes!

Faster,

Harder,

Pound me,

Lover boy,

Own me,

Grab my tits and,

Squeeze me,

Tell me you love me,

Make me scream your name,

Bite my lips,

Suck my tongue,

Own me,

Lover boy,

Pound me,

Harder,

Faster,

Yes!

Make the sun set,

As you come,

Inside me.

Oh!

Silly me,

My little baby,

Talk to me,

Tell me,

Marilyn,

Talk to me,

Was I blind?

Too blind,

To see?

Lover boy,

Was not for me,

Oh!

Richard,

Why did you,

Deceive,

Me?

Oh!

Silly me,

I built my house,

On a glass tree,

When lightning struck,

And it shattered,

All over,

Me,

Oh!

Richard,

Go away,

From me,

The Summer,

Has Ended,

For you,

And for me.

# # #

The Series Continues with “Once Upon a City.”