The Houses in Rossford

Tonight porn will be made, but what about love???

“Oh, hell, I don’t even know,” Dena said, gesticulating with the milkshake. “I mean, we’ve all got problems. Right?”

When Milo said nothing she said, “Right?”

“Oh. Yeah. I just thought you were being rhetorical.”

Dena looked out of the window in the shake shop.

“I never come up to the strip,” she said. “I always see kids who go to the strip and think… There’s this really rich area of town, called East Havens. Those bitches… I always think East Haven bitches come up here and have a good time and the girls laugh and toss their hair and say shit like, ‘Oh, my Gawd!’ and ‘Totally!’ And they all have names like Tiffany… Or Amber… or… What’s a new one now?”

“Heather?”

“Oh, Heather’s an old one. That’s like 1990. Heather…? She got knocked up at Prom and has a kid my age.”

Milo snorted his shake and said, “And his name is Lake. Or Langston. Or something like that.”

“Oh, God, yes! See, Milo. I knew I could count on you.”

“Dena, have you just considered this: I mean, I saw the house you live in… It’s not like you’re poor and on the wrong side of the tracks. Any of you.”

Dena frowned.

“You got a point,” she said, at last. “I mean, Brendan carries his cell phone with him wherever he goes, and his house… It’s not pretty. But it is big. You know, its one of those new fangled ones for attorneys who want swimming pools in their backyards surrounded by other attorneys who have swimming pools in their backyards. And one thing I don’t get… they all barbecue in their driveways, with the garage open. Why do they do that?”

“Does every house look a like?”

“Yes,” Dena said. “I mean… At least I live in an old neighborhood! But… why do we do that? Why do we pretend to be poor?”

Milo shrugged.

“Why did I steal a car?”

“Why did you steal a car?”

Milo blew out his cheeks and put his chin on his fist.

“If I say I was bored…”

“That’s that standard, stupid answer.”

“I know,” Milo said.

“I’ve been thinking about it, Dena. I mean, seriously thinking about why the fuck I stole someone’s car and I think… I really do believe it’s because I wanted to get thrown out. It’s like… I wanted my parents to pick me up and throw me as far as they could. And see where I landed. Was that stupid?”

“It was desperate,” Dena said.

Milo nodded.

“Yeah… But when you say it was desperate, that’s a little bit like what a pop psychologist would say to excuse really dumb behavior. He was frustrated. He was acting out of desperation. I think this once I’d settle for saying what I did was stupid.”

Dena grinned, and then she chuckled. And then she began laughing.

“What?”

“Well,” Dena said, after raising a finger to give herself time to breathe, “When you consider that your parents threw you as far as they could and you only ended up across two state line. And in Indiana of all places, I’d say… yeah… It was kind of stupid.”

“Well, I don’t know if you heard this from Daniel or not,” Bob said. “But I would suggest that you take a car down there.”

“It’s not like it used to be,” Barb chimed in, shaking her head in disapproval. “What with Nine Eleven and all the strange things they have about what you can take onto a plane and what you can’t. You never know when someone’s gonna have to open your bag and then, oops, there’s half a million dollars. And how the hell do you explain that?”

“So your best bet it to get a good car and just drive,” Bob reiterated. “Do you know when you’ll be going?”

Fenn looked at Todd, and then said, “I still have the show to do.”

“I guess I could go,” Todd said. “That’s a lot of days away from my work.”

“Todd,” Barb patted his hand as if he were simple. “It’s four hundred thousand dollars. You can do any work you want to.”

“Hell, Bob threw up his hands. “You could make a documentary out of it. How I smuggled half a million dollars our of the country!”

“Well, you’d need a second,” Fenn said. “You know. A driving partner.”

“Take me!” Noah nearly shouted.

“Please, it’s just the adventure I need. I’m so useless around here. Take me.”

“You sure about that?” Todd said. “I mean, how many days drive is it?”

“Back in the Fifties about three,” said Barb.

“I’d say three at a leisurely pace now,” said Fenn. “My parents would have done it in two. But they didn’t do leisurely paces.

“And then, once you get to Miami, you gotta get to the Keys.”

“Are we really doing this?” Todd said.

“Well, we’re really NOT going to sit around with a bag full of money in the house,” Fenn said.

“Todd doesn’t want to go,” Paul observed. “I’ll go.”

Fenn looked at him.

“It means I’ll miss one rehearsal, right?”

“I guess,” Fenn said, listing off days on his fingers. His brow furrowed as he tried to remember what as going on at the theatre.

“Well, great! And this’ll be our way of earning our cut.”

“What is our cut?” Noah said.

“What is your cut for that matter?” Fenn said to Barb and Bob.

They looked at each other and laughed.

“This is our cut,” Bob said. “We haven’t planned a money run for almost fifty years.”

“You’ve done this before?” Paul said.

“How did you think we got Raoul?” said Barb.

“That’s the contact,” Fenn explained.

“Or knew about the bank?” said Bob.

“Should we ask exactly what you guys were doing in the Fifties?” Fenn said.

“No,” Barb murmured reflexively. “It’s probably best that you don’t.”

“I don’t understand what you’re so stressed out about?” Fenn said from where he sat on the edge of the bed.

Todd, who was combing his spiky hair in the mirror, stopped and rounded the bed to sit next to Fenn.

“It’s not that I don’t like Paul and Noah.”

“Yes?”

“But… I mean, does it even sound right to give our money to two pornstars and then trust them to make it safely to the Florida Keys and… where ever else?”

“Well, if you feel that way, then why don’t you go?”

“I don’t want to be in a car for three days, and I don’t know Paul and Noah the way you do.”

“No one knows Noah. Not really. You know, I think they make you nervous.”

“They’re pornstars!” Todd hissed.

“Well, they were pornstars. Now they’re our housemates. And business partners. Why, if Paul hadn’t called us into the house to rescue Noah, then that bag of money would be buying new patrol cars for the Port Ridge Police Department instead of… Being with us.”

Todd said nothing.

“Have we decided exactly when this money run is going to happen?”

“Two days from now, right?”

“Wednesday…. Hold on…”

Fenn picked up the phone. He dialed a number.

“Yeah… It’s me. I know it’s late. Yes! I know what time it is. How do you like this? Would you like to make the money run to the Caymans?”

Todd’s ears perked up. He leaned over Fenn, trying to hear the conversation, but Fenn put a hand in his face and pushed him away.

“Yeah. Yeahhhh… I know. Paul and Noah. We need you as supervision. Really? Oh, God, I thought you’d say no. I KNEW you were going to say no. I love you… I know you do. All right. All right. Bye.”

Fenn hung up the phone and sat on the edge of the bed, looking very pleased.

“I got the only person I knew that you would know was beyond reproach. He’ll be going with the boys. It’ll be just like one of those a rabbi walks into a bar jokes.”

“You got a rabbi?”

“I got a priest.”

Todd looked at him.

“I got Dan Malloy.”

“Is this film or digital?” Noah said.

“Uh…” Paul was staring at the camera like it was a puzzle. “It’s digital. I think we can load it right onto the computer. You ever done this before?”

“I’ve done this a lot before. You have too.”

“You know what I mean. Filmed?”

“I’ve seen Guy do it. If his dumb ass can shoot trash, then you know we can.”

“I’ll just… put it on the tripod like this… Make sure it’s seeing us.”

Then Paul looked back at Todd’s camera and said, “How do we know it’s seeing us?”

“Look, whatever we screw up we can re-shoot. And what we don’t like we can always edit out.”

Noah climbed off of the bed and approached Paul. Standing on the tips of his toes, he folded his fingers in Paul’s hair and kissed him deeply on the mouth. Paul was looking at the camera. He kissed Noah back; his mouth lingered on Noah’s lips pulling on his lips, his tongue twisting with Noah’s.

“It’s weird thinking of the camera on us.”

“We’ve done this shit a million times. Just… don’t think of the camera.”

“But it was different.”

 In the past there were only two ways Paul had sex: on camera, or when he was high, and usually not with the same person. As Noah kissed him and began to pull up his knit shirt, kissing all over his chest, he realized that those props were gone.

“Imagine all of those people that’ll be watching,” Noah murmured. “All of those fucking people watching you… Fuck me…”

Every night Paul fucked Noah in the dark it was a high. His sex life had never belonged to him. It had always been someone else’s property. Now, the night covered them, fused them together, and they became something like the tree that falls in the forest. Did they make a sound? Whatever the tree made was what they made, twisting their bodies together, inserting fingers into tightness, tongues into pungent wetness, cock into crack into mouth and ass.

Noah’s mouth took his penis. Noah struggled to fit it all the way in, and Paul felt himself growing and growing under Noah’s tongue, the way he pulled up and down. He moaned and moved to the bed, struggling to pull off his jeans.

“No,” he murmured.

Noah didn’t hear him. Noah’s mouth went between his legs, to his scrotum, onto his ass, into his asshole, back to his cock, to balls to asshole again, kissing thighs.

“No…” Paul murmured, his penis large, raging, taken in by Noah’s mouth. I don’t think I’ll think of all those people watching.

A gentle invasion, Noah’s index finger pushed into Paul’s asshole, in and out, making him moan as his mouth went up and down onto his cock.

“No, I don’t think I want to think about anything!

We will return to rossford after the weekend, if you can take my brand of nuttiness, check out Eden Which will be posted tomorrow.