Chapter 2: Brothers in Arms

Wayne looked at the six men and hesitated in walking up to the door. Lenny stood front and center, guarding his territory, with a show of his brute strength. Wayne strained to make out the faces of the bodies and began recognizing some.

“What do you want?”

The words were given with disdain for his presence and he felt his reason for being there, becoming unworthy of the hassle that could result.

“You fellas wouldn't happen to know about a pizza delivery guy having some pizzas stolen from his car, would you?”

No one replied at first, not wanting to initiate a conversation. Lenny knew Unser had nothing and shrugged it off.

“No, don't know nothing about any stolen pizzas. We done?”

Wayne looked at them all standing in the doorway, doing their best to intimidate him and he felt they were succeeding in achieving their goal. He was going to just leave it at that, but decided to toss one more question at them and see how it played out.

“Just one thing, actually. Could I speak to Harlan Walters?”

“Harlan Walters? Ain't no Harlan Walters here, man.”

Wayne got the response he wanted and hit them with the punch line.

“That's funny, his car is parked around back, just figured he'd be here. Any idea why that is?”

That put everyone on the defensive, especially JT and Piney. Suzy squeezed her way through the men, wrapped in the same bed sheet Lorraine had worn earlier. The guys looked at her, wondering what she was doing.

“I'm Suzy Walters, that's my dad's car. I borrowed it, that's why he not here.”

Wayne was totally taken off guard by that, not expecting anyone to come forward. He looked at her and wasn't sure if he should take her on her word. He looked at the men again and then to Suzy.

“Do you have any identification, that says who you are?”

Suzy gave him a sarcastic look, addressing her attention to the fact she was wearing a sheet.

“Yeah, right. Do I look like I have any on me?

“Don't get snide with me, young lady.”

Suzy backed off a bit, but kept her composure, while the guys motioned forward, showing they were backing her.

“No, officer, I'm sorry, I don't. I left it at home.”

Wayne thought of the background on Harlan and asked her a question.

“So Suzy, what does your father do for a living?”

Without skipping a beat, she replied.

“He works.”

The guys all laughed, bolstering her attitude again and she laughed too. JT put his arm around her and finally spoke out.

“She's telling the truth, man. Her name is Suzy Walters and she lives in Lodi. I know it's her dad's car, because he gave me the keys, so we could come here today. Wanna see them? Got them right here in my pocket.”

Wayne didn't recognize JT at first, the beard disguising his face, but the voice gave him away.

“That you, Teller?”

“Yeah, it's me Unser.”

Wayne wasn't sure how to handle him at first and approached it from a common bond.

“Haven't seen you since you got back from 'Nam.”

“Heard you were there too.”

Wayne could hear the lessening of tension and a sense of familiarity starting.

“Yeah, Marines. Did my tour, killed who I had to, got a couple of medals, then got my ass out as fast as I could.”

“Did two tours myself, so did Piney. You remember him?”

“Yeah, good to see you, Piney, thought it was you standing there.”

“Hey, Wayne. So, like being a cop?”

“Yeah, it's okay. They had an opening for new recruits and there wasn't much else around when I got out. Seemed like an okay thing to do. Just carrying a smaller gun now and driving in a comfier vehicle. I like to think I'm doing something good for Charming, keeping it safe and all.”

JT sensed Wayne wasn't out to hassle them too much and was just feeling them out. It seemed he was happy to reacquaint himself with them, like they did in school. He was an okay guy, just afraid to get into anything and just sat on the sidelines and watched from a safe distance. He was surprised to know he had enlisted in the Marines, instead of waiting for his notice and that stood well with him.

There was an unwritten code among American men, that they shared a respect for fellow servicemen, despite what branch they served in. Wayne could see an easing in tension between them, an understanding that no one was going to be hassled on either side. Knowing he was batting zero on getting anywhere with the pizzas, he was only interested in getting to know the unknowns in the house. With nothing coming back on the Impala, he was willing to go along with the story Suzy and JT gave him and call it quits. If anything did come up, he knew where to start looking to find the guilty parties.

“Well, everything seems to be in order, you guys have a good evening, sorry for bothering you.”

“Yeah, you have a good night too, Wayne.”

Wayne turned and flipped his hand up quickly in a wave and headed back to his cruiser. The guys watched him get in and radio someone and then pull away slowly. They waited until he was out of sight and then they went back in and locked the door. The girls were still half naked, hiding in the bedroom with a single sheet wrapped around the five of them.

“It's cool, Lorraine. You and the girls can come out again, the cop is gone.”

The entire group of girls moved as one with the sheet around them, into the living room. They were giggling now, the worry of just a moment ago vanishing, replaced with the joy of sexual playfulness.

“What the hell are you girls doing?”

“We're having fun, Baby.”

Lenny looked at Lorraine quizzically, wondering what fun they were talking about, so were the others.

“What kind of fun?”

“We're just checking out each others boobs. We had them all smooshed together in here and now we're just feeling them. Who wants to have a booby squish between us all?”

Lenny looked at her, then at the others and saw the deviousness on their faces and knew they were serious. He smiled as broadly as his mouth would allow to the guys, seeing them all taking the same interest and moved in first.

“I'll go first on that. Squish away, girls.”

Lorraine opened the sheet enough for Lenny to squeeze into the middle of them and then closed it around themselves again, trapping Lenny inside. In seconds, the large breasted women were rubbing against Lenny, pressing them against him. Lenny was laughing like a kid and the guys were cheering them. Before Lenny knew what was happening, his jeans were being undone and numerous hands were pulling his jeans down and groping at him. With so many hands and so little space, he had no way of objecting and shortly, had no want to, as he felt his erection being fondled by several hands. Despite his aversion to feminine wiles, he accepted all the kisses and caresses, all the large breasts grinding into him and especially, all the loving hands that were thrilled at playing with his cock.

Before he knew it, he was feeling so over-stimulated, that his cock began twitching, readying him to ejaculate. With no way to stop the inevitable, he felt his semen rushing up his shaft and quickly smeared over his cock and belly, as hands enjoyed taking him to the top and beyond. He started twitching and bucking, the body wracking spasms taking him to a point, he just drew in a huge breath and let out a long, loud whoop, as he finished cumming. When the girls could tell he was spent, they opened the sheet and tossed him out, beckoning the next guy to come in.

Lenny stood there naked and smiling giddily, not caring in the least about his nudity in front of everyone, his cock still dripping semen from the tip.

“Fuck, that was awesome! What the hell do you call that?”

“We'll call it the Circle Jerk of Ecstasy, won't we girls? Who's next? All these tits are getting cold in here.”

The girls started egging the guys on, about being chickens, that they were afraid of a bunch of girls. Wally had no shame or worry and quickly dropped his pants to the floor and dashed to the girls. They opened up for him and let him in. Once again, they started giving him the same treatment and he clearly showed the effects of it on his face. The guys stood in awe, as Lenny pulled his pants back on, still laughing happily, then looked back at Wally, already losing control and succumbing to them.

Once Wally was spent, he too was tossed out of the circle and his pants kicked over to him, the girls leaving the sheet open enough for the guys to see what awaited them inside. His reaction was near the same as Lenny's, smiling in astonishment from the experience. JT was still standing with Suzy at his side and turned to her.

“Don't you want to get in on that?”

Suzy looked up at him and gave him a lascivious look.

“Wouldn't you rather I give you a little jerk of my own?”

JT looked at her, realizing what she was offering and smiled at her, nodding his approval. Suzy moved in front of him and kissed him softly first.

“Hold the sheet for me, unless you want everyone to see what I'm going to do to you?”

Her eyes spoke volumes about what lay in store, so JT took the corners of the sheet from her and kept her covered, as she began kissing her way down his chest, getting on her knees. No one was paying any attention to them, the circle of women holding the other guys in awe, as they imagined what they were about to experience. Suzy began undoing JT's pants and dropping them down his legs. JT looked about, seeing if anyone noticed, then felt Suzy's hands take him and stroke him softly and slowly. A second later, he felt the warm wetness of her lips take him and suck on him. He stood as still as he could, but his face couldn't keep its composure, as Suzy's lips brought him shaking into blissful oral pleasure.

Lenny was looking at Keith swarmed by the women and happened to look around at everyone, spying JT in concentrated euphoria, a rocking motion under the sheet at his crotch.

“What the fuck you got going on over there, JT?”

JT opened his eyes in surprise, realizing he had been found out and looked at Lenny. He smirked at him in embarrassment, but Suzy continued her manipulations regardless, letting him know he was going to be finished off, whether he wanted to be, or not. JT tossed his head back, the feelings overwhelming him and he didn't realize he had dropped the sheet enough for Suzy to appear doing her business on him.

“Alright Suzy! Go for it, Baby.”

That was enough for the other guys to turn their attention towards him and saw what was going on. They too joined in at cheering Suzy on and a moment later, the girls stopped their fun and watched a spectacle of pure sex. Keith was disappointed, but seeing what had their attention, he became equally engrossed in the action. JT couldn't hold it back any longer and groaned loudly, as Suzy brought him to his epitome of pleasure. He dropped the sheet and held her head to him, as he thrust his seed into her mouth. Suzy stayed with him until he was sated and spent, pulling her mouth away and then licked off the remains. When she finally finished, she let go of JT's flaccid member and put her hands in her lap and looked up at him smiling.

At first the guys cheered and then the girls joined in, watching JT stand in embarrassment, trying to smile, as he pulled Suzy up to cover himself. Keith was still in need of being finished off, JT's distraction halting his impending orgasm.

“Ladies, now that JT has enjoyed a wonderful, climactic finish, could we get back to mine?”

His soft, lilting accent had them swoon and fawn over him again and shortly, he was happily re-engaged in the Circle Jerk of Ecstasy. The pretence of the sheet was dispensed with and the girls worked in earnest at pleasing the big Irishman. Keith roared into his orgasm, not caring who, or what was causing it, as he held onto the girls and let them take his weight.

With little left in the need for modesty, panties were soon being shed and twelve bodies came together, the room becoming a writhing mass of sexual flesh. As JT and Suzy found a spot to lay together, he looked at her with something deeper than lust. She could see he was happy with her and was curious to know why.

“I didn't say thank you earlier, for what you did with Unser. That was really cool of you to do that. I think he would have had us, if you didn't say what you did. You really saved our asses and I just want to say thanks.”

“Hey, anything I can for my guy.”

“Really want to be my girl, don't you?”

Suzy smiled happily, nodding, letting him know she was serious. JT saw her enthusiasm and felt the anxiousness of her body against his.

“Let's see how it goes then, shall we?”

“Yeah, let's.”

No more words were spoken, as their mouths found a better way to speak what they were feeling between them. All around them, couples were forming into one, their bodies coupling in all manners of sexual gratification. With no room for everyone to sleep together, Wally's plan he mentioned earlier, came into play and they headed off to the Starlight Motel. JT waited down the road a bit, while Wally pulled in front of his unit and parked. He opened his door and let Ann-Marie, Keith and Mary in, then looked around for signs of anyone and ran to the street to wave JT in. JT drove up and let Suzy, Piney and Gloria out and then drove around the back and parked the car. Unlike Harlan Walters, JT took the keys and locked the doors.

He made his way back to Wally's room and went in, seeing how crowded it was with all of them in there at once. Wally's contraband was indeed everywhere, anywhere that space wasn't important to him to use otherwise. He was busy moving everything off the extra bed, so Keith and Mary could use it, then he was going to check out the room next door and see if it was ready to use. He reached into his back pocket and took out a lock picking set and showed everyone, winking and saying he'd be back in a minute. Everyone sat on the beds waiting and it was no more than a minute and he was back.

“Right on, fucking beds are made and everything. Remember, don't turn on the lights and Harold won't know you're in there. He'll be halfway through a bottle of bourbon soon and pass out. So, for now, we can hang out in here, until we want to go to sleep, or whatever.”

Everyone caught the whatever and eyes looked at one another, remembering what they had just done, signs of acknowledgement coming out. Suzy's giggles got them going and in moments, they were all laughing, the pot making everything laughable to them.

“Anyone want a nightcap?”

Wally reached in his night stand and took out a baggie.

“What's that, the Jamaican, or the Panama stuff?”

“Hawaiian.”

They all looked at the baggie of golden brown buds and leaf, seeing how different it looked from the other two. He passed it around for everyone to smell and look at, then took a bud out and broke it up on the night stand.

“How did you get shit from Hawaii, Wally?”

Wally looked at them all, as he kept breaking up the bud.

“You guys were in 'Nam and smoked the shit over there, right?”

“Oh yeah, fucking awesome shit, man. We'd load up a pipe of it and stuff the stem down the loading port of the Ithaca and one guy would blow on the pipe and pass the end of the barrel around to the other guys. One hit and you'd be fucked up. It was great.”

“Yeah, I heard about guys doing that. Shotgunning right?”

“Yeah, it's like three tokes at once.”

“Cool, have to try that. So get this, these guys I know, are ex-Army like you guys and they figured on shipping this shit back here. It was too fucked up to get it from there, but buddy gets transferred to Hawaii and next thing you know, he's got seeds from one guy in 'Nam, shipping them by transport to him and this shit loves growing there. They have a buddy here who picks it up at the base with his shipment and he's able to get it on the street here. Gets a couple pounds at a time and I was lucky to snag a bag for myself. You guys thought the Panama Red was killer, wait until you smoke this shit.”

Wally's pitch for it had them all in awe of the joint he held to his mouth and lit. The smoke was sweeter and spicier, as noses picked up the aroma. One by one they took a few puffs and passed it on. By the time it went around once, there was little left, but in its wake, was a cacophony of coughing from them all. In moments, eyes were closing and weak smiles came across faces, as the herb took its effect.

“Oh, wow, man, that shit is out there, you know what I mean?”

Wally smiled to himself, seeing all the happy faces around him. He looked at JT, nodding in agreement. Ten minutes later, bodies were finding their way to horizontal positions and the couples called it a night. JT, Piney, Suzy and Gloria all snuck from one room to the other, quietly sneaking in and closing the door. JT peeked out the curtains towards the office and Harold hadn't seen them. The room was identically set up as the other one, so they felt around, until their eyes adjusted to the dark.

Beds were picked and soon, clothes were stripped off and bodies slid under the covers, giggles and whispers fading to kisses and moans. None of them were energetic to actually have sex, the intimacy fading to cuddling and sleep.

Both couples were sleeping soundly in the morning, when Wally came in quickly and shouted for them to get up quick. The four of them sat up, looking at him for a reason to leave the cozy warmth they were in.

“Cops! They're in the office right now talking with Harold. Might be about the Chevy.”

That was enough to get them scrambling for their clothes. They hastily put what was needed on and carried the rest back to Wally's room.

“We gotta get out of here, man, like all of us. They might even be after all this shit I have.”

The eight of them looked at the contraband, knew they had illicit drugs, a stolen car with their fingerprints and they laughed. It seemed the least likely thing to do, but they did and Wally kept a vigil at the window, looking at the office to see what was going on. With little else to do, they snuck out to Wally's car and piled in one by one. Despite the need for discretion, the car had no intention with going along with their plan and broke the calm air with the rumble of a leaky muffler. They looked to see if the cops noticed, but they were able to leave the lot without incident and drive back to Lenny's. Turning off 88 and onto Euclid, an ambulance passed them with its lights flashing, but no siren. Wally pulled over and they watched to see where the ambulance went to. When it turned left before the right bend, they knew it went into the motel. They sat there for a bit, wondering what had happened, that called for an ambulance and the cops to be called, but felt it was best to leave, while they were out of the picture and no one needed to know about them. Wally said he'd know later, when he went back to his room and asked around.

Once they were back at Lenny's, they pounded on the door and woke Otto up. He opened the door for them, wiping his eyes and squinting from the daylight.

“What's up, man? Why are you guys here so early?”

“Cops showed up at the motel. Not sure why, but we felt it was best to get our asses out of their.”

Cindy was still sleeping, naked and sprawled on the pull-out bed, as they came into the living room. Otto gave her ass a smack and told her to wake up.

“Hey, fuck off, that hurt.”

Cindy rolled over, rubbing the red hand print on her cheek, trying to brush her dishevelled hair out of her face. It was though everyone wanted to wait until she was fully exposed, before they let her know they were there. She looked at Otto and then saw the eight faces looking at her, smiling. She screamed and ducked under the sheet to cover herself.

“Like after last night, you're worried about them seeing you naked?”

Otto grabbed the sheet and stripped it off of her, baring her again, with no chance of covering up. Gloria took pity on her and picked up her clothes, handing them to her one piece at a time, then stood in front of her to block most of the view. Cindy pulled her T shirt on and tucked the bottom into her cut off jean shorts. She ran her fingers through her hair, doing her best to make sense of the way it was supposed to sit, then Gloria stopped her and did it for her.

Lenny came out of the bedroom, with Lorraine trailing behind, both still half asleep, both with only their pants on. Lorraine didn't care about everyone seeing her breasts, the need for modesty, worn off after yesterday.

“What's up? You fuckers in the mood to party already?”

JT went over to him and shook his hand, then explained what happened. Lenny perked up quickly, the talk of trouble bringing him around to full alertness. Lorraine wasn't as bothered by the news and went around hugging and kissing everyone hello.

“I can make coffee, would everyone like some?”

There was a hearty round of yeses from everyone, so Lorraine went in and was followed by all the girls, except Suzy, who stayed by JT's side. The small house became filled with smoke, as they all lit up cigarettes, so the guys went out back and talked about their business, while the girls talked about so much inside, it was a steady din of chatter coming through the walls. JT could see Suzy's face looking at him through the window, wishing she was out there with him, instead of being in chatterbox central inside. The old percolator sat on the counter bubbling away, as the girls talked about the guys, the sex and naturally how good they were.

Outside, the talk was of a more serious nature. The subject of what to do about the Impala, what to do about Wally's stash of contraband and what to do about finding a place to crash on Sunday night, becoming the main focus of discussion. Lenny seemed to be far enough removed to have clarity, despite just waking up a half hour earlier.

“Look, here's the deal. Wally, you got no reason to be worried, brother. Whatever is going on, it ain't about you, or you'd be in cuffs and a cell already, right? It has to be something else that went on. Who knows what happened while you guys were sleeping, could be some asshole came in and started a hassle with the clerk.”

Wally thought on it a bit, weighing the plausibility of it.

“Shit, I wonder if old man Henderson came in and surprised Harold. Harold gets drink every Saturday night, because the weekend day manager is his cousin, who he helped get the job for him, so he won't say anything. The old man hates boozers, so no telling what he'd do if he came in and found Harold passed out drunk, instead of his cousin. Shit, probably give him a whack with the Louisville Slugger, he keeps behind the counter.”

By sheer coincidence, that was very close to what had actually happened. Old man Henderson did indeed show up and catch Harold passed out, with an empty bottle of bourbon beside him and the stench of it reeking off of him. Instead of taking the bat to him, he was beating on him with his fists and kicking him, once he was down on the floor, when Harold's cousin, Lorne showed up. Not knowing who it was at first, that was beating his cousin, he grabbed the bat and swung at the man's head for a home run. It was only after he hit him again two more times, that he saw the face and recognized who it was, but by then, blood and grey matter had decided the outcome and old man Henderson lay dead. It sobered Harold up enough to call the cops and go over their story, to blame it all on the dead man, because he couldn't deny anything they said.

“Okay, there you go, Wally. Nothing to have a shit about, man. Just wait until we see what's happening and then worry, cool?”

Wally could see he was over-reacting and heard the calm in JT's voice.

“Yeah, cool. How long should we wait, before we go back and see?”

“Give it a bit to play out, Wally and then Otto, Keith and I can take a ride out and see what's going on. We can pretend we're just looking for rooms and check things out. What number is your room? We can see if there's any interest in it.”

“I'm in ten, JT and Piney used eleven.”

“Hey Lenny, you and Otto need to see if you can check on the Impala, see if it's okay.”

“Yeah, we can do that. Okay, after a cup of coffee and a smoke or two, we'll head out and see how our day is looking. Find out what the girls are doing and if they're hanging out, or they need to go. Wouldn't mind a repeat of the Circle, if they stay.”

That had all the guys discussing the possibilities and letting the threat of trouble fall away. Suzy was first out of the door with two cups of coffee in her hands and two lit cigarettes in her mouth, followed by the others, as they brought them out a cup each. It was black, no sugar, but the caffeine was a welcome boost. JT took a cigarette from her mouth and a cup from her hand and gave her a small kiss.

“Thanks, Babe.”

“You're welcome, Lover.”

JT looked at the twinkling in Suzy's eyes, her body language an offering of herself to him. JT pulled her to him and she cuddled in happily. The other girls were getting much the same treatment as well, the guys buttering them up for later. Wally felt how Ann-Marie was pressing into him and knew she didn't want to leave, so he asked the others.

“Do you girls need to go home, or can you hang out with us some more?”

That got the guys to hold onto their women a little tighter, hoping they felt their desire, as they looked at them. The girls started looking among themselves and then Suzy piped up first.

“I'll stay, but I need to shower at least, first.”

The others felt the same and it was discussed that Lenny, Keith and Otto would take off and check out the motel, while the girls took turns showering. When everyone was back and ready, they decided on going out to the lake and enjoy a day outside. Lenny went in and got dressed, while Otto and Keith sat on their bikes and waited for him. Cindy hopped on the back behind Otto and pretended she was riding with him, wrapping her arms around his waist and laying her head on his back.

“Ever been on the back of a bike, darlin'?”

“No, but I bet it's fun.”

“Yeah, it's fun. Scary too, at times, but mostly, it's fun. When we go out to the lake, I'll let you ride with me, like that?”

“Oh Otto, I'd love to. I can't wait. Hurry back, okay.”

Mary was rubbing up against Keith, asking him about riding with him later.

“Love to, darlin'. Been a lonely ride so far, so I'd love the company.”

Mary began kissing Keith with numerous pecks about his face, letting him know how happy she was to be going. Despite Gloria's arm wrapped around his waist, Piney's interest was in Mary and his desire to have her beside him instead.

Cindy hugged Otto tightly from behind and then got off, when Lenny came out to get on his bike. She gave him a big kiss and then stood back with the others and watched, as Lenny, Keith and Otto got ready to start their bikes. They primed their kick starts, then Otto jumped down on his and the engine roared to life, the twin cylinders bellowing out, to obliterate the quiet, Sunday morning. Keith jumped down on his, doubling the deep pounding of the air. Lenny jumped down on his and it didn't start. He worked the starter again into position and kicked down hard, the engine almost catching.

“Need to tune that baby up, Lenny.”

“Shut up, Piney. Why don't you start it then?”

Piney walked up and more or less pushed Lenny off his bike. He grabbed the bars and pumped the starter and then jumped down it, and sparked the engine to life. It ran a bit rough at first, black smoke belching out the exhaust. Piney revved the engine up, clearing it out, as the noise reverberated off all the walls around them. Once the engine ran smoother, he let it idle and got off of it. Lenny gave him a nasty look and then smiled happily.

“Thanks, brother. Now get the fuck off my bike.”

Piney laughed at him and dismounted, then hugged him, clapping their hands on each others backs.

“Have a good ride, brother.”

“Thanks man. See you guys soon. Peace.”

Lenny held up his fingers in a vee, as did Otto and Keith, before they clutched and put the bikes in gear and rode down the driveway. Everyone gave them the same sign back and followed them down the driveway to the street. Lenny and Otto twisted the throttles and the bikes roared off in twin cylinder thunder, Keith twisting his throttle right after and catching up, the thumping of the engines changing with their shifts. JT and Piney stood and looked at them, feeling the need to be riding with them.

“Soon, Piney, that'll be all of us heading out like that. Riding as a club, as brothers.”

Piney slung his arm over JT's shoulder, realizing more of JT's dream and what the club meant to them. Already he was getting familiar feelings, like he did back in “Nam, the ones that felt like family. They walked back around to the back and into the kitchen, refilling their cups with coffee from the urn and heading into the living room. Only the girls were there, sitting around and talking and drinking their coffees.

“Where's Wally and Ann-Marie?”

“In having a shower. The water heater isn't the best, so to save hot water, we can go in pairs.”

“I like that idea, sweet cheeks.”

Piney had Gloria shift over and fondled her, tickling her as well. Mary glanced over, trying to watch surreptitiously, the faint look of jealousy showing in her eyes. JT hugged Suzy to him, looking in her dark, brown eyes, as she looked into his matching shade.

“Scrub my back and I'll scrub yours.”

“You can scrub me front and back, Baby.”

“Hey, if you two are going to waste water, we're going first.”

JT looked at Lorraine sitting on the couch and questioned her.

“Who's we?”

Lorraine looked at JT, then put her arms around Mary and Cindy.

“Us. We'll have a shower first, won't we, girls?”

Mary and Cindy looked at Lorraine and then to the couples and took a smug expression.

“Yeah, the three of us. The hot water will be finished when we are, so you guys will have to sit and make out, or something, while you're waiting.”

The shower turned off and shortly after, Wally and Ann-Marie were scooting out with towels around them and into the bedroom. Lorraine took the girls hands and they got up together.

“Our turn. Ready girls?”

Lorraine looked at them and then started taking off her top. Cindy and Mary followed suit and by the time they were closing the door to the bathroom, they were down to their panties. The shower turned on and in a minute, giggling started and never stopped the whole time they were in.

JT sat in an armchair and Suzy cuddled on his lap, while Piney sat on the end of the couch close to him and Gloria snuggled into him.

“I'm liking all of this, Piney. How about you?”

“I'm going to agree with you on that. Haven't spent a Sunday any better than I'm spending right now, in a long time.”

“I wish the place in Lodi was bigger, we could have some good times there.”

Suzy sat up and looked at JT.

“What's your place like now?”

JT lowered his eyes, almost in embarrassment, then looked at her again.

“It's a shitty one bedroom in a complex. Piney sleeps on the pull out bed in the living room.”

“Well, technically JT, once I pull the bed out, I'm sleeping more in the kitchen.”

They laughed at Piney's poke of humour to their situation.

“Let's just say, it'd be really crowded with the four of us there.”

Wally and Ann-Marie came out of the bedroom, dressed and hair brushed and sat on the other end of the couch. Wally looked around and turned to JT.

“Where's the girls?”

“All three of them are in there now, can't you hear the giggling?”

Wally listened closer and then heard one of the girls shriek and then a round of giggles started again.

“The three of them are in there together? That's a lot of tits in the tub.”

“Wally!”

Ann-Marie slapped his arm.

“What?”

Wally looked put out by her actions and looked at her offensively.

“That's not nice to say.”

“Are you fucking kidding me? Every one of us here knows how big those tits are in there, they know how big your tits are too, so what's the hassle?”

Ann-Marie could see Wally was edging towards being pissed off and didn't want to start anything with him and spoil the day for everyone.

“Well, okay, but it just doesn't sound nice to hear.”

Wally looked at her incredulously, trying to fathom why the word tits upset her.

“Are you fucked up, or what? Who here thinks tits is a bad thing to say? Come on, honestly, who thinks it's a bad thing to say?”

Everyone looked at Wally, shaking their heads no, or just shrugging.

“Tits, tits, tits, tits, tits, tits.”

Ann-Marie just turned away from him and went into a huff on her own, knowing no one sided with her.

“Come on, Annie, don't be like that. I mean, what? We should all call them breasts, or boobs, jugs, what? It's just a name. Be thankful you have nice tits. You could be like me and have plain Jane tits.”

Suzy grabbed her breasts and jiggled them.

“You have nice ones, they look okay.”

“Nice what?”

Ann-Marie faltered, almost wanting to say breasts, or boobs and then looked at everyone quickly and shrugged.

“Okay, tits.”

They cheered her and made her feel okay about saying it, by getting into a quick chorus of, Tits, tits, tits. Suzy took it a step further and took off her top and then bra, shaking them about. The guys cheered her and spawned the removal of Gloria's top as well. Piney was quite happy and went about fondling and massaging the soft masses. Ann-Marie knew it was a losing battle and undid the buttons on her jean vest and shucked it off. Wally's attitude changed as well and his smile reappeared, as he grabbed handfuls of her breasts, massaging them playfully.

“Tits, with a capital T, tits.”

The guys were happily playing with the girls, who enjoyed the attention paid to them, then the door opened and three naked women came out giggling, soaking wet and trying to cover themselves, as they picked up their clothes. They noticed all the girls were topless, then stopped heading for the bedroom and just slipped their panties and jeans on. They came and joined them, sitting where they could.

“So, started on the fooling around early, huh.?”

Suzy spoke out before anyone else did.

“It's all Ann-Marie's fault. She didn't like Wally saying tits and one thing led to another and now we have our...tits out.”

Lorraine looked around at all the bared breasts proudly on display and cheered.

“Let's here it for tits!”

A chorus of tits, tits, tits started again and breasts were being fondled by everyone, even the girls. The sound of Harleys coming down the street, had the guys cease their breast play and head out back. The girls stayed inside and watched, as Lenny, Keith and Otto rolled around and parked. The thunderous drone stopped and they dismounted, smiling. That had the other three feeling relaxed at what they had to relate to them. Lenny gave the command to head inside and start rolling, because they had some news to tell them.

The guys walked into the living room where the girls had went back into and saw them topless. Lenny immediately assumed the worst.

“Did you fuckers already do the circle jerk thing? You couldn't wait for us to get back?”

Lorraine pulled Lenny towards her, a surprised look on her face.

“What do you mean, already?”

That had the girls looking at him as well and the guys looking as guilty as Lenny.

“When were you planning on letting us know we were supposed to be doing that?”

Lenny stuttered and hesitated, looking at the other guys and found himself on his own to explain.

“Yeah, I admit it. We were talking about it outside before we left, so we didn't have time to tell you, okay?”

The guys knew it to be true and gave a spoken agreement to it. The girls looked at them and once again, had lasciviousness written on their faces.

“So maybe we can do that later? What do you say girls?”

The girls looked among themselves and intimated it might be possible, but never made anything look positive to the guys. Lorraine ended the moment and asked him what happened. Lenny broke away from looking at all the bared breasts and got back to what happened. JT and Piney rolled a joint each and lit them up, taking a hit and passing them in opposite directions. Lenny stayed standing and got their attention.

“We got to the motel and rode up to the office, but this cop stops us and asks what we want. I said we're looking for rooms and he said they wouldn't be renting out any rooms for a while. I asked him why and get this. Wally, know how you said old man Henderson would take a bat to Harold, if he caught him drunk?”

“Yeah, hates boozers, like I said.”

“Seems he came in and found Harold passed out and started beating him and kicking him. His cousin, the day manager...”

“Yeah, Lorne. Total doorknob. Harold got him the job.”

“Yeah, so he comes in and sees the old guy laying a beating on his cousin, so he goes and grabs the bat and does a Joe DiMaggio on the guy's head. Didn't know it was him, because they hardly ever see one another and didn't recognize him. Smacked him a couple of more times and 'Holy Grey Matter, Batman' the fucking guy is dead. So the cop says that anyone who is already there can stay, while the owner hires some new people. Looks like you guys have a room for a while. Just act like you've been there and say you've paid up for the week, Not your fault the guy is a drunk and didn't write it up. Maybe he was stealing from the till too. Cops will believe any bullshit you tell them, at this point.”

They could see how the idea could work, as they sat and smoked the joints, smoke rings floating through the air. Suzy was stroking a length of JT's hair, when he looked at Lenny.

“You know what I was thinking. Since we start at Jake's tomorrow, why not bring your bike by and we can give it a tune up, so it'll run sweeter. Say hi to Jake, too.”

“Yeah, maybe I'll do that. Fucking thing was hard to start again, on the way back.”

“Hey JT, think I can bring my car around?”

“Get that noisy muffler fixed, Wally?”

“Yeah, hard to do things quietly, when my car is screaming at everyone to look at me.”

“I'm sure Jake won't mind the extra business, might help us get steady jobs. I wouldn't mind working with him, I think I could learn a lot.”

“Yeah, he knows his shit, man. Seen him raise some cars from the dead and get them running again. Knows how to make horsepower too. Seen a car he did up for a guy in town. Red '57 Belair, took the old 283 out and dropped in a 327 out of a wrecked Malibu. Threw in a cam and tweaked the four barrel, plus some other shit and this thing screamed. Smoked the tires up through first and second and got a good squawk hitting third. Do a buck thirty easy in the top end.”

The girls were becoming bored with the car talk and wanted to have some fun instead, so Lorraine got up and made an announcement.

“Okay, we want to have some fun, instead of listening to you guys talking cars, so you have two choices. First one, we get dressed and go to the lake for a ride and get some burgers, cuz we're starving, that sounds good to us, or two, you guys sit and talk cars and we'll find some way to have fun ourselves. What do you say, one, or two.?”

Lorraine wiggled her two fingers at them, then all the girls joined her and stood beside her.

“Well shit guys, looks like we're going for a ride to the lake and getting some burgers. We'll take the 88 and cut off at 12 into Valley Springs, then take 26 and there's that great, little burger joint just before the cut off to New Hogan Lake. Get your tits covered girls, they won't let you out in public like that, why, I don't know, looks good to me.”

The other guys agreed, disappointed to see all the breasts being covered up again. The girls teased them, but hugged and thanked them for taking them to the lake.

The guys who were riding, got their bikes started and steadied them, as their dates got on and wrapped their arms tightly around them. Everyone else piled into Wally's car and rolled the windows down. His radio crackled out a song through the broken speaker, but it was recognizable enough to enjoy. Lenny led the way and soon, they were on the road in a convoy, heading down to 88. People on the street stopped and looked at the motorcycles going by and the car full of people behind them. Heads shook on some, while others held a secret admiration for them. Rolling up to a stop sign, they were joined by a boy on a bicycle, who was eager to ride along with them.

Lenny pretended to drag race with the boy and let him get a little bit ahead and caught up to him, edging him on to go faster. The boy was grinning ear to ear, as he raced alongside Lenny, until his pedals would turn no faster. Lenny pulled up beside him and shot him a peace sign and got one in return. Everyone held one up to him, as they passed and the young boy pumped his hand in the air triumphantly. That boy would join the club a decade later and wear the patch proudly in Washington, as their first president. Greg “Razor” Jensen watched his future roll down the road and turn towards SR88, his future being decided by the exhilaration he felt in riding with them.

The ride east along SR88 was enjoyable, the sun warming the air and filling their faces with the freshness. They took the cutoff to take SR12 east to go around Camanche Lake and heads were constantly turning to admire the scenery. The Sierra Nevada range was rising in the distance, adding to the splendour to the vista, of the natural landscape in full bloom.

They were coming towards Burson, the road was straightening, when a motorcycle came up from behind the car and then began passing them. Wally looked in his mirror and saw the rider, having to do a double take at what he saw.

“Check this guy out, man!”

Everyone turned to look out the driver's side windows, as the rider started going by them. He waved at them, sitting side saddle on the bike, neither hand holding the bars. He continued passing the car and then the bikes, waving at the riders and passengers. They watched him lean and roll the bike into the lane again and then he swung his leg back over and twisted the throttle full and pulled away quickly from them. He disappeared from sight down the road, leaving the others astonished by his feat.

They were discussing it in the car, when Wally started pointing down the road. They stopped talking and looked, trying to see what Wally was looking at, then the movement caught their attention. Lenny, Keith and Otto spotted him as well and pointed at him. Coming back towards them, was the rider standing on his seat, his arms out in a cross, easily going forty miles an hour past them.

They all waved at him, cheering him and his feats, feeling they were for their benefit. His hand waved to them and heads craned around to watch him, as he passed. He bounced down onto his seat and then hit the brakes hard and turned back again. The rider sped up and passed the car again, then slowed as he came up to the bikes. Lenny moved over in the lane and let him ride beside him, as they started talking to one another.

They continued talking all the way into Valley Springs, then Lenny led them onto Route 26 and shortly, pulled into the parking area of Benny's Burgers. They all dismounted the bikes and the others piled out of Wally's Chev, milling about in a group by the bikes. The new rider was checking over his bike and making a couple of adjustments, while talking to Lenny.

“Yeah, it gets a little out of whack, when I do that.”

Lenny saw everyone around him, so he introduced the rider to them.

“Hey, this here's Chico. I told him he was welcome to join us on the ride, as long as it was okay with you guys. Is that cool?”

They looked at the happy, Hispanic face, smiling at them, truly wishing to be in their company. His sleeveless jean jacket was well worn and frayed, holes in the knees of his jeans, but there was something endearing about him, that said he would be good to have along. Everyone introduced themselves and shook his hand, then had to ask about his trick riding.

“Got a dead man throttle, man. Just let it go and it stays at the speed I'm at, you know?”

“So no return spring?”

“No. I like it like that.”

The civilians looked at him with wonder, why someone would do that and do what he did. The veterans understood him, though, through their own experiences that they lived. It wasn't hard to understand that life was short, live it every day as your last and never regret anything you did, only what you haven't done.

The girls broke up the discussion, urging the guys to order some food. They went up to the counter and once everyone had placed their orders, they began opening bags and emptying pockets for money to cover the tab. Chico halted what they were doing and walked to the counter and took out a thick roll of bills. He paid for it all and put his money away, then turned to see a look of amazement on their faces.

“What? Never see a Chicano with money before?”

They assured him they meant no disrespect, just that they were surprised by the amount he had. Everyone thanked him for covering the bill, but a few of the guys were more interested in how he made that much. Chico looked at them all and knew there was a common bond that had formed between them, so he looked at Lenny and asked him to take a short walk with him. Lenny lit up a cigarette and offered one to Chico, who gladly accepted it and the light, then exhaled and told Lenny how he made his money.

“I run grass up from Tijuana. Mi amigos come across and I bring the shipment to a house in Oakland. I do the drop off and I get a hundred per run. I just got back a day ago and thought I'd go for a ride and see someplace different, than the five highway between Oakland and TJ.”

“All you do is make runs down and back? That's it?”

“Yeah, nothing else. I do two, three runs in a week and I have more than enough to enjoy myself. Don't have time to have a place to call home. Since 'Nam, things have been shit, muchacho.”

Lenny knew just how he felt, empathizing with his situation.

“No worries, brother, most of us are in the same boat. Me, JT, Piney, we've all served. Piney and JT twice. Some of them don't have a place they call home, either. I got this shit hole in Charming, one bedroom, kitchen and a bath. I get the place cheap, because it's in between a couple of businesses. Place sucks, but I can afford it with what I bring in every month. Lorraine picks up some money doing waitress gigs and makes decent tips, the tits are a bonus there.”

“Know what you mean, man. Noticed quite a few nice grande tetas over there.”

“Grande what?”

Chico held his hands up to his chest, describing large breasts with them. They looked back at the girls and Chico mentioned Gloria and Mary in particular. Lenny agreed with him, but never told him about the previous night's activities. They re-joined the others, just as their orders started coming out. They sat at the rickety picnic tables, numerous initials and names, among other things, carved into the top's surface. They dumped their small boxes of fries into the big carry tray and shared them amongst themselves. Chico ate like a ravenous animal and finished his burger long before anyone else. JT noticed and wondered.

“A little hungry, Chico?”

“Yeah, man. I don't get to eat that much when I'm doing a run, so it's nice to fill the tank. I could eat another one of those.”

“Hey, no one's stopping you, brother. Help yourself.”

Chico left and went back to the counter and ordered again, while the others began talking about him. The guys liked the fact he was a vet like them and saw action, letting them know he had courage. Courage he continued to show in his daredevil feats. The girls said he was polite and liked his smile, some saying he was cute, to the detriment of their dates egos. It became a consensus, that Chico was a nice guy and everyone felt he should be welcome to join them. Suzy and Lorraine, were busy twisting up a couple of joints, when Chico came back, munching away on his burger. Half of it was gone already and he wasted no time in finishing it off, when he saw the joints.

“Mi Amigas, you roll like angels.”

He went to sit and stopped and then let out a loud, protracted belch, finishing by rubbing his stomach.

“Shouldn't have had the onions, sorry.”

Lorraine smiled and piped up after hearing him say that.

“See? Polite, just like I said.”

Chico smiled and bowed to them, then spread his hands wide, offering himself to be accepted.

“Stop making us look so bad, Chico. Gonna be hard keeping friends that way.”

Chico looked at JT and then to the others, picking up on the words he used.

“Guess that means you think of me as a friend, si?”

“Yeah, Chico, we think of you as a friend. You're alright, man. You're alright.”

“Thanks, man. I appreciate that. I like you guys too. You like to have fun and live life the way I do, sort of.”

“Yeah, sort of. Don't think anyone here is going to be standing on their seat, or sitting sideways on their bikes. But ride, brother and you'll never ride alone.”

“That right, muchacho? Never rode with anyone before.”

They could see how the offer of a brotherhood of riders appealed to him. He spent all the time they were smoking the joints, asking about what it was like riding in a pack. The girls were getting anxious to get to get to the lake, so they cleared away their garbage and got back to the vehicles and started them up. It was a short ride down R26, but they attracted the attention of all they passed, some interested in the bikes, while many male viewers were more interested in the beautiful women and their breasts.

They turned down a dirt road and made their way slowly over the gravel, as it threatened to spill the bikes, if they moved the wrong way. The view of the water came between the trees, letting them know they had arrived. New Hogan Lake was small, but the water was clear and mountain fed, though not many went there, choosing the more popular Camanche Lake instead. The girls took the blankets they brought and laid them out, making themselves comfortable and sunning, while the guys smoked cigarettes and skipped stones across the water's surface.

The girls discussed what was most important to them, beauty tips, clothes and of course, sex. They lay on the blankets and quietly discussed the merits of each guy, until the got to Chico and then it was wonderment and speculation that spurred them on. The guys stood by the water's edge, discussing issues about the club and how to deal with them. Rules and regulations were formed and voted on, setting down the basis for how the club would be run. One thing they had no idea how to get, was a clubhouse, a place to hang out together and use for their own uses. Chico made his first offering to the club's benefit, when he said he'd talk to his contacts in TJ and Oakland on the next run and see if they were interested in increasing the amount that came north. If each rider could bring in the same run money, they could set themselves up in no time.

JT and Piney made an agreement to have their bikes running and on the road in a week's time, as long as Piney's dad sold him the bike. Keith said he'd stay for the club and do what he could to get it started and Lenny said he'd quit working at Oswald Construction in a heartbeat, if they got the runs to do.

The girls became bored of sitting and took a walk along the water's edge, some splashing about, other's just letting the small waves lap over their feet. The sound of splashing feet in the water, had them turn and all the guys had taken their shoes and boots off and were coming for them. The girls dashed away as best they could, most shrieking and giggling. Their top heavy weights left them easy to catch and the guys rounded each girl up and then they carried them out a short way into the water and fell back into it, soaking themselves.

Protests of ruining hair and soaking clothes wore off, as the guys wrestled playfully with them. After wearing themselves out, they got out of the water and headed back to the blankets.

“So what are we supposed to do now with soaking wet clothes?”

The guys looked at Lorraine, sitting on the blanket with the other shivering girls, the blanket wrapped around them. Lenny looked at her and the others and shrugged his shoulders.

“I don't know about you girls, or even you guys, but I'm going naked. I'm going to wring out my shit and hang it up to dry, catch some rays and tan this body.”

Lenny shucked off his T shirt and squeezed out as much water as he could and hung it on a tree branch. Every girl watched intently, as he unzipped his jeans and pushed them down his legs. He stood and wrung them out, then hung those beside his shirt. Lenny stood naked, gasps and murmurs starting from the girls. The other guys weren't about to be outdone by him and soon, they too were undressing to vocal admiration of their bodies. Chico was hesitant about getting involved, unsure of his place still, among the group, but the girls assured him they wanted him to follow suit and strip down. It didn't take much to remove his jean jacket and T shirt, but he was sketchy about baring it all. The girls removed whatever apprehensions he had, when they chanted repeatedly for him to strip.

Chico looked quickly at the guys and then to the girls, as he undid his pants and slowly shimmied them down. When he took them off, he received a round of applause and cheering, along with admiring stares. He stood close by the guys in the sunshine and joined them in looking at the six women with the blanket wrapped around them.

“I think it's time for that circle jerk thing again, what do you say guys?”

They heard Lenny's request and they all became excited to do it. They started into a steady stream of coaxing them out of their clothes and to get in a circle. They stood up in a group and slowly, one piece of clothing each at a time came out, until they were naked. The guys gratefully wrung and hung each piece for them. They held the blanket around them and Lorraine held the end open for the first guy to join them.

The guys looked amongst themselves again, determining the order, when JT made the decision.

“I think it's only fair, that since we've all done this once and we have a new friend among us who hasn't, I think he should go first and try the Circle Jerk of...what was it again?”

“Ecstasy!”

Several of the girls said it at once and Chico's eyes went wide, wondering what they had in store for him. He looked at the guys nervously, his hands over his cock and balls, covering them protectively.

“Come here, Chico!”

The girls beckoned him in, calling him and giving him looks of lust-fuelled playfulness. Chico looked at the guys, his hopes he wasn't being tricked by them. JT knew what he was thinking and assured him.

“Trust me, brother. It'll be the wildest, best time you ever had. If you want, I can go first and show you?”

That had the other guys complaining that they would go first and Chico saw they were serious.

“That good, hey muchachos?”

“Si, Chico. Mucho fun-o.”

Chico gave JT a leery look with a cocked smile.

“You need some lessons in Español, amigo. Stick to English, eh?”

JT laughed, knowing he had very little idea of what he said, but hoped he spurred his new friend to trust him. Trust was something JT relied on, something he built his friendships and relationships on. If Chico was going to be a good fit for the club, one thing he would have to do, is trust his president completely.

“I'll take your word for it, Prez.”

Chico looked at JT, his eyes mostly, judging what he saw in them and knew in his heart, he was a good man. Chico winked at him and turned to the girls, taking his hands away and raising them in the air, whooping happily, as he made his way into the circle of women. Immediately, they corralled him and began pressing their lush breasts into him, then their hands went to work on his semi-erect member. His smile faded into blissful reposes, feeling he'd lost all control over the situation and gave himself over to them.

The guys cheered him on, but it was unnecessary, as Chico grimaced in his moment of climax and felt himself being drained. The girls finished him off and then shoved him out of the circle and back in front of the guys. He was grinning with a satisfied look on his face, still getting off on a euphoric trip of bliss.

“Go wash off in the lake, man. Cool off a bit.”

Chico came out of his aroused reverie and then dashed for the lake at a full run. He took off from a large rock at the water's edge and did a crazy flip in the air, screaming wildly, before he splashed into the water. He came up whooping loudly, clearly exhilarated by the experience.

“Told you'd like it, Chico.”

“Never doubt you again, JT.”

Chico affirmed his statement, by pointing his finger at him and nodding once with vigour. He laid back and floated in the water, using his hands to propel himself. Otto wasted no time in getting between the girls, while the others were focused on JT and Chico. They turned and saw him being bombarded with breasts and lips, relishing every iota of stimulation, then he too, was succumbing to his own ecstatic release to the girls. He stumbled out of the circle holding his spent member in his hand, a silliness written on his face. He just smiled, as he stumbled past them and into the water, falling forward like a cut tree.

He came up, shaking the excess water from his moustache and long, dirty blonde hair. He stood a few feet away from Chico in the waist deep water, looking at the guys, as one by one, they took their turns. Wally, then Keith, Piney, Lenny and then JT, all took their turn in the circle and then joined the guys in the water. The girls stood up on the beach, wrapped in the blanket, looking at them, then dropped the cover and made as quick a dash as they could for the water and their partners.

Lenny saw that Chico was feeling a bit left out, not having a partner of his own. He whispered to Lorraine to go over, while he was getting out to roll some joints for everyone. Lorraine gave him a sweet kiss and fondled him under the water, then waded over to Chico, as Lenny waded out. Chico was surprised by Lorraine pressing up against him, her breasts making an impression in his back. He turned towards her and quickly looked at Lenny, calling out to get his attention away from rolling. He pointed at Lorraine behind him and shrugged his shoulders, wondering what was going on and if it was okay?

“Enjoy Chico, Lorraine's a good girl.”

JT and Piney said it almost together.

“She's a good girl, Chico.”

Chico turned back to Lorraine, floating behind him.

“Hold me up, so I can float better, Chico.”

Chico put his hands underwater and put one under her shoulders and one under her waist. Lorraine moved his hand down, so it was under her ass cheeks and Chico made no attempt to oppose her. Happily, he floated her around, admiring her large breasts, floating on the water's surface just inches from his eyes. The others ended up doing something similar with their mates, some a little more intimate in how they held them up. They passed the afternoon away, enjoying the chance to know each other better, talking amongst themselves on the blankets. The novelty of nudity was lost and they sat around naked, laughing and joking with each other, as a group, as one.

The sun was getting lower in the sky and the air getting too chilly to stay nude, so they donned their clothes, despite the slight dampness and got ready to go. The ride back the same route taken, was as pleasant going home. Chico stayed with them and followed them into Charming, stares and looks reappearing on the faces of those on the street. Lenny took a quick look for his racing partner, as he came down his street, but didn't see him. They pulled into the driveway, one by one, then the cacophonous roar died away, as the engines stopped.

One thing no one had noticed coming in, was the large white sign, with red letters, glued to the front door. They were just getting into smoking a joint, when the front door was knocked on loudly, with force. Lenny went to answer it and opened the door to a man in a dark, grey suit standing there.

“What do you want?”

Lenny's tone of voice, was one of annoyance, the man anticipating it and just stood motionless.

“Are you, Leonard Janowitz?”

“Yeah, but don't call me Leonard, I hate that name. I go by Lenny.”

“Thank you, Lenny. This is for you, consider yourself served.”

The man took an envelope from his inside pocket and handed it to him. Lenny still looked puzzled as to what it was all about. The man realized it and pointed to the door.

“I guess you never noticed this, when you came back home.”

Lenny looked at his door and saw the sign, instantly reading eviction and turned back to the man in rage. Before Lenny could act on it, two officers were getting out of their cruiser across the street coming towards him. Lenny knew he couldn't beat the man down until he was satisfied, so he settled for shoving the man from behind and making him sprawl face first onto the broken path to his house. He turned to go inside, when he heard the command from behind him.

“Stop right there. Hands above your head.”

Lenny stopped and then turned to the cops and gave them the finger, before he turned back and went to go inside. They rushed him and took him to the ground forcefully, wrestling his arms to handcuff him. Lenny's strength was far too much for them to handle and Lenny was soon tossing the cops off of him. He stood and squared off against them, prepared to defend himself. The suited man stood up, his pants torn at the knee and his hands severely chaffed by the concrete. Lenny looked at the cops, searching for a reason to it all.

“What the fuck, man? What are you doing?”

“You assaulted Mr. Neeson right in front of us. We're placing you under arrest for it. Co-operate and you'll be out on bail in an hour. You don't co-operate, you can spend the night as our guest and see the judge in the morning and he can decide to hold you, until sentencing. Think Lenny. Do you want, assaulting an officer, added to it as well?”

JT came out and joined Lenny, calming him as best he could, convincing him to just go with them and they'd be there to get him. Lenny looked at JT and knew he was right, despite his own feelings of just scraping it out with them. Lenny allowed them to handcuff him, in return, they allowed him to have his hands in the front, instead of behind his back. He sat in the back of the cruiser and looked at JT and then the others, as they came out to see him off. He looked at the house behind them and lowered his head away from them and they could see he was taking what was happening, in a hard way. The others went back inside and two things became immediate in need of doing. Getting Lenny out of jail and figuring out where he and Lorraine were going to live by the end of the week. Lorraine was in tears, the other girls comforting her, as JT looked at Piney and knew it was the first test of the club, to support a brother in need and the odds were stacked against them, to succeed.