This Jail is Black- Chapters 4, 5 & 6

Palm Springs Lofts

Chapter Four: It’s a Way of Life
Warning-----The next three chapters are very expilict and contain very descriptive sexual behavior.

It was the start of the 70s, and Gary was a dying city. The downtown looked like a bomb had been dropped in the center, leaving nothing but abandoned and boarded up storefronts on its main street, Broadway. Most of the side streets were full of abandoned and dilapidated shells of older homes, some of which in their day, were considered to be very nice. Rundown and rotting homes were all that stood on many of the blocks on Gary’s east side. There was no heat and electricity in most of them and some were still occupied by the homeless along with rats, cats and wild dogs, of which there were many.
Litter, garbage and wrecked cars were the only lawn decorations of these dilapidated homes. Sunlight only penetrated the soot filled air when there was an opening caused by the wind. This soot, from the steel mills, blanketed the sky and everything else.
Several steel mills had congregated over the years at the north end of all of Gary’s north and south streets. Their backsides butted up to Lake Michigan’s southern shore, as if it fortified them against an attack. The lake served as their moat, covering any rear approach to these steel castles. The biggest steel mill was thought of as being a mother to many of Gary’s residents, holding out her arms to welcome anyone who needed a job.

That wasn’t the case now, the mills cut back on employment and with that, so went Gary’s economy.
The Big Mill, as it was called, now became the “bitch” that had screwed thousands. But it still was profitable enough to buy the big bosses, big cars and $300 suits.
When the jobs left, so did the “whites,” along with many of the black families’ hopes for a comfortable future. With no money or work, the corner hangouts became the homes of many of Gary’s young Turks. Before the steel mill layoffs started many of them had made good money working there or for one of the mill’s suppliers. As with any group, their strength was in their numbers and blacks outnumbered whites by a hundred to one in the downtown section of Gary. These black groups became gangs and the gangs continued to merge until there was only one gang left with any real power. It was called the Family Street Gang. It controlled most of Gary, especially the downtown area, known as the “District”.
This they did this with numerous killings and street terrorism. They killed storeowners who would not pay them protection money. They killed unsuspecting outsiders who came into Gary for personal reasons. They killed little old ladies that tried to stand up to them, and they even killed a Federal Drug Enforcement officer. Worst of all they killed Gary’s reputation.

The streets of Gary became the killing fields of the U.S. The Family Street Gang became the ruler of the streets. The police, not by choice, gave them full run of the city.
The cops were grossly outnumbered and there were even rumors that the Police Chief, their boss, was on the “Family’s” payroll.
This was never proven, but it was easy to see that the cops were not controlling the streets any longer. They were ineffective and at times had their hands tied for various political reasons.
If you went against the will of The Family you died it was as simple as that.
No one wanted to admit it but the Family had intimidated and corrupted many of the city’s officials and some of its leading citizens. The Family brought nationwide attention to the city when they had a shootout on the steps of the police station. This also got the attention of Federal Bureau of Investigation and the Bureau of Narcotics and Dangerous Drugs, (the name Drug Enforcement Agency was known by at that time.) The Family’s reputation was well deserved. Their killings became a rope around Gary’s neck, slowly strangling its growth and any hopes of a bright future.
Jimmy and Jerld grew up and grew up fast, they were seeing relatives and friends die.

The street talk was that Jerld’s real father had been shot by a member of The Family over a dope deal.
His mom only would say, “Your daddy is dead and that is all you need to know.” Through their mothers’ constant watch and with a lot of luck, they made it up to the ninth grade without being arrested or becoming a member of any gang.
Most all of their friends belonged to a gang of some sort or another, and a few were even making money as dope runners for The Family.
After all, who would do anything to a little black kid if he did get caught? The courts at that time were known for reuniting the kids with their families as soon as possible. The drug dealers knew this, using it as a recruiting tool to get kids to deal drugs for them.
Many a street kid was turned into a drug dealer with a one hundred dollar bill and “You’re a kid they ain’t doing anything with ya if you get caught.” Many times this same pitch and payoff was used on a kid’s parents to get them to let their kid become a street drug runner and or pusher.
One day while looking out the school window Jerld, Jimmy and their classmates saw Thomas Ray, the school’s biggest dope peddler, drive up in his sparkling, red Nova convertible. It wasn’t new but it was highly polished and the matching leather seats beckoned to be filled.

To the kids from the projects it was as if their idol had just arrived and was there to whisk them all away to a land of fast cars and pretty women. The car was like a magnet and the prettiest girls in school began flocking around him and his “Pussy Bait” ride.
You could hear a slow murmur start within the classroom, gradually getting louder: “There’s Thomas Ray,” Look at that car,” “He paid two thousand dollars cash for it,” “Look at Jay-Ann she’s all over him,” “Shit, I wish I was him,”
Then all of a sudden Mr. Boysen, their teacher bellowed in a voice that carried out to the parking lot. “That young man out there has nothing but jail to look forward too, if you want to be like him, that’s where you will also end up.” He knew what everyone in the class was thinking. At one time he had been in the same place as them and having the same dreams. “Jerld pull that shade down,” he commanded.
Jerald did what he was told; as he walked towards the window he started to think of what it would be like to be Thomas Ray.
Thomas Ray looked up at the school window and seeing Jerld waved. It was not a wave from one friend to another it was a wave that displayed contempt and pity for Jerald and all of the other suckers who were wasting there time in the classroom.

Thomas Ray had been considered a real loser during his junior high years he was always shabbily dressed and was nothing more then a tag along, following the other boys in his class, hoping to be liked. After watching the girls clambering around Thomas outside the school, Jerld pulled the shade and returned to his desk.
Jerld turned and looked at Jimmy, they didn’t have to say a word, they both decided right then and there that going to school wouldn’t get them enough coin for the things they wanted to buy and do.
With a nod of their heads a decision was made that would forever change their lives. They wanted a nice car and all the “Cunts” that went with it.
They both got up, nodding to Mr. Boysen, walked out the classroom and straight to their lockers.
As they left most of their classmates smiled an envious grin and just shook their heads.
Jerld and Jimmy traded their books to a locker-dealer for a “joint” of marijuana, lit up, and walked out of the school laughing, jiving, and posturing for everyone to see.
Each knew this would be the last time they would ever be inside this school.

Their schooling would now take place on the streets of Gary, and their teachers would be its drug pushers, pimps and whores. They turned, smiled big grins, and raising their hands as high as they could, and high-fived. They were sliding into the “Pit,” but they were young and didn’t know or care.


Chapter Five: The Central District
Jimmy and Jerld had always shared everything, even their first piece of tail. They still laugh and elbow each other every time they see a robin.
It was about eight years ago, when Jerld was twelve and Jimmy’s twelfth birthday was just around the corner. Jerld had been working down at the local produce stand a few hours a day for about three months.
Jerald wanted to contribute to the household expenses and enjoyed sharing the money he had with his sisters and mom.
Every since he was old enough to walk he hustle money on the street, but now he was twelve and thought he needed to find a job with some steady money. There was a vegetable stand only a couple blocks from his school so one day after school he stopped in.
The first thing he noticed was the even though there were a couple black older men working at the stand neither one looked up and said a word to him. Their faces wore only a blank and beaten look.
The older one of the two was cutting up celery and his shoes and apron were soaking wet from the celery and his hands had a shriveled look to them.
Jerld walked around several boxes of stacked celery and walked up to the side of the old man, standing at his elbow.


The celery cutter just kept on cutting and acted if Jerld was not even there.
Jerld in his most polite voice asked; “Who do I see for a job? The celery cutter was not much taller then Jerld, but he outweighed him by at least a hundred pounds.
The old man swirled around bringing the large black handled knife up to Jerld’s nose and said; “You get out here boy, you don’t want a job here. Ya hear me?”
Jerld was startled and stepped back quickly. Just then out of the corner of his eye he saw another man approaching. He and the celery cutter must have seen the other man at the same time. The celery cutter tuned away from Jerld and continued to cut as if he hadn’t even seen Jerld.
“Boy, don’t bother the help.” Jerld heard as he was turning to look at the newcomer. “Get out of here unless you want to buy something,” the fat white man said, as he spit on the floor in front of Jerld’s shoe.
Jerld slowly raised his eyes up from looking at the spot where the fat man had spit. Instantly Jerld did not like this honky, but he calmly said; “I’m looking for work, can I do something for you? “
The fat man looked Jerld up and down and said “Boy get out of my store, I don’t want some kid nigger working here and stealing all my profit.”

Jerld would live to regret what he did next. He grabbed a dirty rag that was sitting on one of the celery boxes and bent down and wipe up the spit on the floor.
He then stood up and said “Thank you for your time” and turned to walk away.
Jerld could see a befuddled look on the fat mans face as blubbered out; “Oh shit kid grab a mop and do the rest of the floor.”
Jerld scrubbed until the other two old black men started to leave. Not knowing what to do, he went to the fat man’s office and stood in the doorway not knowing if he should enter or not.
The fat man was bent over filling out some paper work and without looking up he asked; “When can you work?”
Jerld responded; “After school and Saturdays”
The fat man said: as he pushed a blank piece of paper across his cluttered desk. “Fill this out and get the fuck out of my office. You’ll work when I need you after school and my name is Mr. Wallace,” emphasizing the Mr.
As Jerld left he felt mixed emotions, he was glad he gotten a job, but wished that he had not even came into this smelly vegetable stand.


Jerld hated the work, it was hard work, unloading semi-trucks full of crated vegetables, then having to stack them eight high.
Back then; Jerld was only a hair over five feet tall. His arms and back would throb after the two or three hours of work. The white guy that owned the stand, Mr. Wallace, was a real asshole.
Dressed in his dirty white apron and a large stogie sticking out of his mouth, Wallace would start hollering orders to Jerld the minute he came in to work. Nothing Jerld did was fast enough or good enough to please him.
He would usually start by complaining about the time Jerld got there, or how he was dressed and anything else he could find that he didn’t like. If Jerld complained he would tell him that he didn’t need him and sometime would then send him home. If he came in a few minutes late he would dock Jerld a few dollars pay.
What Jerld disliked most of all was that Wallace called Jerld and the other two blacks that worked there “Boy.”
Jerld hated that more then anything else Wallace would say or do. He made up his mind that someday he would knock Mr. Wallace on his big fat ass for calling him that. jerld made a note in his mind every time he was called “Boy”. He would tell himself, “He’ll get one in the chops for that one or that deserves a kick in the nuts.”

It didn’t do any good to argue. If he did, old lard ass, as the other workers called him, would tell him there was only enough work for two days the next week and that meant Jerld would lose an afternoon’s work. Jerld learned fast.
If Wallace fucked with him he could tell his sister’s boyfriend “Kopper” about it and the next day a couple of crates of the best veggies would come up missing from the loading dock.
The next evening, his sister would come home with a lot of fresh vegetables for supper. “Kopper” wasn’t a gang member he took care of his own “business,” when it came to the streets. Everyone liked and respected him. If you were black he was always there for you. Jerld would never steal anything himself, he just could not lie to his mother so it was just easier not to steal.
Jerld had made up his mind he could put up with anything, because of the goal he had set for himself.
With the money he was paid he was going to see that his buddy Jimmy would have a real birthday party this year, one that he would always remember.
They were going to both get their “balls busted” in the best whorehouse in Gary, and Jerld was going to pay for it with the money he had earned.

In the few months that Jerld had worked, he was only able save up thirty dollars. He was paid three-fifty an hour and could have saved more, but his mother and sister also needed a few things. Jerld was proud that he could provide some of his money to help buy things needed around the house; after all, he was the “man” of the house.
Like most families who lived in the projects both Jerld and Jimmy’s families were on government assistance. Even with the welfare check they were only barely able to get by, so Jerld, his mother and sister took odd jobs so they could eat and pay for the other necessary living expenses.
When the two Js were together they always talked about the good times they had. The one time both will always remember is the day him and Jimmy got their first “Lay.”
Jerld had been planning this day for many months.
He had went by to get Jimmy at his crib and he knew just where they would go, Jimmy didn’t, and as usual he didn’t ask, he trusted Jerld. With hurried steps Jimmy had to hustle to stay up with his friend.
Jerld had an unusual spring in his hurried walk and Jimmy noticed this and said, “Were going to have fun today aren’t we Jerld?” Jerld just smiled.


He and Jimmy had been to the red light district of Gary many times before to visit Jimmy’s momma and to hustle drunks for change. They would catch a ride going downtown and then they would walk over to Washington Street where all the whores and the bars were. They knew the streets and knew most all of the whores by their street names. To them, The Central District, as it was called, was like a second home to them.
Everyone there was just like one of your neighbors going or coming from work or shopping.
As they walked down the streets the prostitutes and their pimps would wave and call out; “You young studs stay out of the bars today” or “What ya looking for today, some poo-tang?”
Jerld smiled and wanted to yell back; “Sure are, were going to see the twins,” but he kept quiet he didn’t want to spoil Jimmy’s surprise.
The same whores worked the streets of Gary every day. If they weren’t walking the streets or in some bar hustling they were either in jail or laid up sick someplace.
None of them had real names and if they did they were never used or mentioned on the streets.
Each whore would make up and use a name that they thought was good for business.

Cutesy names like Bobby-Ray, Lilly, Shereese or any other name that was easy for a drunk to say. Many times a name would just be given to one of them because of an outstanding trait that was readily visible.
There was this very short, young, well-built girl, around fifteen or sixteen named Punkin. She had breasts the size of two “Yo-Yos” and just about as flat. Her waist was about the size of a wedding band and she had hips that were only a little larger. Then there were her legs. Her legs were perfectly formed and inviting to look at and to want to taste.
Jimmy had described them the best. “If Punkin was a Popsicle you would even want to lick them sticks.”
Jerld and Jimmy liked Punkin she was always nice to them and would take the time to talk with them. She didn’t drink the watered down drinks that were served in most of the whore bars along Washington Street, she only drank pop and would always share it with them.
If she had a real good night going turning “tricks” she would take both of them to the hotdog stand on Broadway and treat to hot dogs. Jerld and Jimmy would always remember her as they got older. Whenever her name came up they would laugh and wonder out loud where her lips had been before she offered them a drink from the bottle of pop she had been sucking on.

Then there was Mary, the Mulatto, she was old, and J &J decided she probably was at least thirty. She looked like she was half asleep all the time. She had her own place, an old brown fake brick sided two-story house with a broken down front white-railed porch. She would sit out on the porch and hustle the drunks to come “Taste her Wares.”
When Jimmy and Jerld would walk past her place, she would holler, “You boys get home, you don’t belong up here.” Mary had seen her better days and was in fact in her late fifties.
Her “Wares” had settled a lot over the years and would have met in the middle if not for her stomach coming in between.
She did her business at home because it was the only way that she could support her family. She didn’t like bar hustling and thought it to be too dangerous. It was said that her oldest son always sat at the front window with a shotgun watching out for his momma. He had never been seen but the curtains would every so often wave as if being parted ever so slightly.
Jerld and Jimmy would start to run if they saw the curtains start to move. They didn’t like “ Mulatto Mary” or her unknown bodyguard.
Each time they passed Jimmy would look at Jerld and say “I wouldn’t screw her with your pole” and off they would run laughing hysterically.


If they looked back at “Mulatto Mary,” she also seemed to be laughing, as she turned and talked to the curtains.
The whore they called “Chicago” was good looking and stacked. She was blond about six feet tall and had “Bow Tie Figure” the kind you would like to tie up and pull at both ends. She was known as a “Specialist” if it was kinky or rough sex she was your girl.
Her dress was the same everyday; she would wear the same clothes, a see-through white blouse, exposing her quarter size nipples, and white shorts exposing most of her ass. The buttons on the blouse and the top snap on her shorts were always dirty.
The two boys would look at her and one or the other would comment, “Why doesn’t she ever wash them?” Little did they know she did wash them every day, and twice a day when business was good. The other whores didn’t like Chicago. She always talked about all the money she made when she worked Chicago’s Gold Coast. The other prostitutes would just smile and tell her to go back if it was so good.
“Chicago” now was a Gary street whore and would never go back to Chicago, let alone work the Gold Coast. It was questionable whether she had ever worked there to begin with.
Then there was one everyone called “Tiny Tits,” because they were.

She was small, no taller then Jerld, and all of her other features were also tiny. She was known for her childlike looks and personality. She was good at what she did, looking like a little girl. It was all just a put on for her customers who like to have sex with little young looking girls. She played the part to the hilt, at times you would find her standing on a corner or outside a bar, sucking and licking on a large Lollypop. Her business was brisk and very profitable. She was actually in her forties, but her customers didn’t care as long as she looked and played the part.
Then there was Candy; she claimed to be the best “Sucker” in town. Her specialty was a “Head Job.” She was a light skinned black who always wore a skin tight knit dress that showed everything she had.
Her breast and ass were displayed as if she was a painter’s model draped only in a sheet for an artist to paint. Men like what they saw and Candy knew it.
To her it was all there waiting to be finger painted or sculptured or just enjoyed by anyone who had the money.
Jerld and Jimmy both admitted to having had wet dreams about Candy and freely talked about them with her and among their friends.
When Jimmy and Jerld would brag to Candy “You and I had a great time last night.”

She would just smile and flash a little more skin and walk away swinging her beautiful ass.
Many years later J & J found out why she only gave “Head Jobs.” She was a “He-She,” a male who acted and dressed like a girl, but still had all the male plumbing.
During the good times, when there was lots of work, the steel workers would all visit the bars along Washington Street, before and after shift change. If they wanted a little action or just wanted some company while they drank their beers and shots, the ladies were always nearby.
The “Street Ladies” could always be found hanging out at any of taverns from Forth Street on south to Thirteenth Street. When they were looking to turn a few tricks, or make a few bucks to drink with, it was fairly easy for them to do.
It also wasn’t any problem for them to find a drug dealer to sell them a little “Smack” (heroin) if they needed it to make their evening’s work a little more tolerable.
Jimmy’s mother worked at one of Washington Streets biggest whore hangouts.
Jimmy’s mother was a short stocky woman just like Jimmy.


She was now in her late forties and still had a decent figure for a woman who was a little overweight. She seemed to stay pretty busy for someone who was poorly dressed and not too good looking. Jerld had noticed that most of her business was with the locals who were not flushed with cash. Like everyone else she had to make a living, it was her way of life and it supported her family.
She was like a second mom to Jerld, as was Jerld’s mom to Jimmy. They fretted and worried about them just like mothers do all over the world. They both had high hopes for the boys to grow up and be something, but down deep they knew that on the streets of Gary that was a very slim possibility.
Jimmy would claim his mother wasn’t a whore, but they both knew better. Washington Street and the other streets just west of Broadway were a great place for kids to go and hustle dimes from the drunks. At the one end of the bar where Jimmy’s mother worked, there was a half wall and behind that a door leading into an old hotel.
The boys peeping through the windows into the bar could see men, one after the other, go to that half partition, stand for a second or two, and then they would disappear through that doorway.


If you wanted a piece of ass you went and stood behind the half wall, the bartender pressed a buzzer under the bar and the door would open to let you enter the hotel of pleasure.
One night Jerld and Jimmy sat on the curb looking into the bar and counted for two hours, there had been fifty-one men buzzed into this mysterious door. Jerld and Jimmy were pretty sure of what went on behind the door, but they were never allowed to go inside to find out. Jimmy would ask his mama and she would only say “Its business and not yours.”
The next streets west were Jefferson and then Adams, both streets parroted Washington Street, but they didn’t have as many bars. But there were a lot of whore houses. Jefferson Street was famous for “The Twins.” They were supposed to be identical twins prostitutes with dyed blond hair. Everyone who had gone there would rave about how beautiful “The Twins” were. It was said if you were going to screw one you had to do both of them. They liked three-sies.
Jerld had heard some of the older “Brothers” say that the best whorehouse was a place called Mary Jenkins Motel. They had girls of every color, white, black, yellow, red and brown. The M & J Motel, as it was called, was alleged to be paying off the cops to operate and it was probably true.


Deputy Sheriffs, who were paid on the “cuff,” guarded the parking lot and would be directing the traffic into and out of the M & J parking lot on busy weekends.
The M & J was on Jennings Street, several blocks southwest of Gary’s downtown, in an area referred to as Small Farms Area.
This area was bordered by a section of the county known as Black Oak. Unless you were going to the Chicken Shack, another well-known hangout, or to the M&J Motel you didn’t stray into Black Oak. If you weren’t a hillbilly from Kentucky, Tennessee or Alabama you knew better then to stay after dark. If you were black you never went Black Oak period.
At their age, it was impossible for Jerld and Jimmy to get to, or in the M & J. So “The Twins” would have to do and they would have to do a four-sie, because Jerld and Jimmy shared everything.
Years before the M & J was alleged to have been run by the crime syndicate, and Thomas M., who was the boss of bosses in Gary‘s crime syndicate. This was in the nineteen-fifties well before the “Family Street Gang” had come to power. Thomas ran his little empire out of a pizza shop on South Broadway. And from there he controlled the gambling, the whorehouses, and everything else that was crooked in and around Lake County.

Just like in the movies, he had friends and associates with names like; Hooknose, Joey G., Eddie B., Sammy A., and Freddie M.
Then there was Sonny, Tommy M.’s black associate, a well-dressed crook everyone knew. If something needed to be done in the black sections of Lake County Sonny was the man to take care of it.
The mobs control was so great that if you wanted to make pizzas you bought your dough from Thomas, at inflated prices, or paid his group fifty cents for each pizza you made yourself and sold.
If you didn’t, first you would have a late night visit and your shop’s windows would be shot out. If that were not a good enough sales technique, the next time a fire would start in your pizza oven.
If they liked you, only your business would burn. If they didn’t, you might be found inside a pizza oven.
Blacks didn’t mess with Tommy M. and his gang, but a few times a week you would see at least two of Tommy’s men driving around in a big car visiting several of the bars, smoke shops, stores and dry cleaners or any place that was frequented by blacks in that neighborhood. The car would double park and two thugs dressed in expensive looking suits would get out and enter the business carrying a bank deposit bag.


Their visit would only take a few minutes and out they would come carrying a brown lunch size paper sack. Looking both ways as if something or someone might approach them they then would return to their car.
If you followed them for the day this would be repeated several times just about every business located in the black sections of Gary would get a visit.
As a young kid this was still going on and Jerld had asked “Kopper” one time why these white men were in the neighborhood.
“Kopper” replied with a double up fist in front of Jerld’s face. “Stay out of that, unless you want to lose your “dick” or get killed.” Jerld took “Kopper’s” advice and never asked that question again.
It was said in the clubs and bars in Gary that someday Thomas and the mayor would end up in jail together. That didn’t happen, Thomas got deported and only the mayor went to jail. It was suspected that everyone had to pay juice to the cops for protection or they couldn’t operate. If you were a straight cop, you looked the other way, if not you held out your hand and there was always someone there to stick a few dollars into it.




Chapter six: The Boys Get Laid
When Jerld and Jimmy got to Washington Street, Jimmy headed straight for the bar to see his momma. Jerld grabbed his arm and led him in another direction, Jimmy just followed as usual. They had walked down Jefferson Street for several blocks and Jimmy knew something was going to be different about today. He could see a slight smile on Jerld’s face and it seemed like he was walking a little faster then he usually did. They stopped at a corner and Jimmy realized that they had been here one time before. It was about three of four months ago. Jerld had said he wanted to check out where a house was, he didn’t say why. Jimmy wondered why, but knew that if Jerld wanted him to know, he would tell him.
At a corner on Jefferson Jerld stopped and nodded to Jimmy to look up. There sat a ram-shackled old two-story building that at one time, many years ago, would have been considered one of the nicer homes on the Westside. It had a white set of stairs that went up the back to the second story, where there was a small balcony. The stairs were broken and some were missing and on the dilapidated balcony there were garbage bags stacked higher then the white railing surrounding it.
A large cat and two of the biggest rats J&J had ever seen seemed to be playing hide and seek among the bags.

They stood for a minute looking at the house and Jerld and said, “Happy Birthday Jimmy lets go get your present.”
Jimmy didn’t understand, what was his birthday present? The only thing he had ever gotten before for his birthday, were cards from his aunts and uncles.
Sometimes there would be a dollar in them but his momma would always take it saying she would “Tuck it away for him.”
His momma never even wishes him a Happy Birthday any more. She was too busy to fool with such silly stuff.
Jimmy still didn’t move until Jerld said, “The Twins,” Jimmy, “The Twins,” You and me are going to get laid by the twins. I got thirty dollars.”
Jimmy smiled, the biggest smile Jerld had ever seen and said, “I don’t know how.”
“Neither do I, but we are gonna learn.” Jerld responded. “I was told that you have to go up those stairs and knock four times,” Jerld said: “Let’s Go.” Cautiously they walked across the street and around to the back.
At the bottom of the steps Jimmy grabbed Jerld’s arm and stopped. “I can’t do it alone,” he said.



Jerld smiled “We won’t have to, the twins like to do three-sies, and so we will just tell them that we want to do it four-sies if they want the thirty dollars. You can take one of the twins and I will have the other and we can do it at the same time.”
Jimmy smiled; he and Jerld did everything together.
They raced up the steps laughing. At the top of the steps was an old door that had the window ply wooded up. It had a spot in the middle and a little to the right that was almost worn through. Jerld knocked four times on that spot, he could hear and feel Jimmy’s breath on the back of his neck.
“Who the fuck is that pounding on my door?” A deep male voice roared. Jimmy turned to run and Jerld grabbed him. Jerld knock four times again.
The door flew open and the biggest and meanest man they hand ever seen blocked the doorway. His face was scarred as if he had been a boxer at one time. He was baldheaded except for a little bit of hair that was combed to one side. It looked like several thinly placed black straws that he had glued to his head to cover up the bald dome.
Deep set menacing eyes looked out from under the two ragged eyebrows.
He was black, but then he again also could have been white.

His skin in spots look like someone had cut off the top layer leaving the second pinkish white layer exposed. If he had teeth you couldn’t tell because he just sneered with lips that sagged down on both sides of his nose. The nose resembled a white and brown potato perched in the middle of his face and all this was held up by several rolls of crud-encrusted fat that should have been where his neck was. All you could see of his body was a huge bloated belly. He had on a neck less undershirt and dirty white under shorts.
“What the Fuck do you kids want?” He asked.
Jerld stood up his full five feet and said, “We’re here to see “The Twins.”
“How old are you kids, I bet you aren’t even eleven yet.”
Jerld smiled and said we are twelve and today’s is his birthday,” pointing at Jimmy. “I’ve saved up thirty dollars and we will pay it all for a screw with ‘The Twins.”
The big man laughed and showed a mouth full of yellow teeth.
“The Twins don’t work during the day and they don’t screw kids.” He growled.
Just then they heard a voice like velvet coming from inside the house. “Henry, who’s out there?”
“It’s some jive-assed kids who want a birthday screw,” he retorted.

“Well let them in, you can’t turn down a man on his birthday.”
Jerld and Jimmy inched their way around the man and walk into a kitchen. There were several old big soft chairs sitting all around the walls as if it was a waiting room in a doctor’s office; there was a plate of eggs and some type of white slimy stuff sitting on the table. It looked like the man had been eating breakfast and it was two o’clock in the afternoon.
The velvet voice said from behind a closed door, “Gentlemen, sit down I will be with you as soon as I can clean up a little.”
J & J went over and sat down alongside of each other in the overstuffed chairs.
The man sat down at the table and asked, “Do you boys want some grits?”
They nodded a decline and said nothing.
Jerld could see Jimmy out of the corner of his eyes. He was squirming and pushing down on the crotch of his pants with both hands. The man sat at the table and scratched his balls as he forked the runny eggs and grits into his mouth. He would look at them every other bite and shake his head and chuckle, but would go on scratching. Jerld was starting to wonder if this had been a mistake.


Jimmy would have probably enjoyed a banana split just as much as being here.
The door off the kitchen opened and out walked a woman that looked like she was seven feet tall, wearing only a see-through flimsy top and nothing on the bottom. She was old; Jimmy and Jerld later agreed she had to be at least thirty-five or forty. She had coffee colored skin and blond hair on top and black hair on the bottom. She was pretty but far from being beautiful.
The things that caught Jerld and Jimmy’s eyes were her breasts, they were perfectly formed and the size of two small watermelons, just like those seen every day in the crates where Jerld worked.
The nipples looked the size of a saucer, restaurants use under a coffee cup. These saucers each had a pinkish brown large grape sitting in the middle of each.
Jerld said to himself “Shit one of those is bigger then both of my Mom’s.” Jimmy just sat and pushed harder on his crotch. They both just stared with their mouths wide open.
The women sat down in a kitchen chair and crossed her legs in a manner that showed Jerld and Jimmy a very long and suggestive view of what she was selling.


Then in a very quiet and soft voice she said; “Hello Gentlemen, my name is “Robin” what can I do for you today?”
Jerld spoke up “I have thirty dollars and Jimmy and me both want to get laid. Where is your sister we want to do it together? A four-sie.”
The woman just threw her head back and laughed and said, “I don’t have a sister, where did you hear that?”
Jerld shyly looked her in the eyes and said “I am sorry but me and Jimmy want to do it with “The Twins?”
She laughed even harder and even old Henry stop eating and started to laugh, until he choked on some eggs and started to gag. The women stood up and undid a belt around the see-through top and cupped a breast in each hand and said: “Boys let me introduce you to “The Twins“, and I often do three-sies.” So if you want, each of you can have one to enjoy and we will call it four-sies or whatever else you’d like.”
Jerld and Jimmy looked at each other, shaking their heads no, and they both shrugged.
Jerld looked at Jimmy and said; “It’s your birthday you go first, I can wait”
Buy this time Jimmy had stood up and “Robin” took him by the hand.


As she started to lead him away, Jimmy was hesitant and Jerld could see that Jimmy already had a small wet spot just below the zipper on his pants.
When they entered, the room Jimmy could see it was a bedroom, but he thought it looked like no other bedroom he had ever seen before. There was only one small single bed, and thrown over it was a crumpled and well-worn sheet.
Jimmy could not determine it’s color, it was either dirty white, gray, light blue or it could have been about any other color, it was hard to tell.
In a large slightly transparent looking circle that took up most of the center of the sheet there were several discolored spots. Next to the bed there was a very small table. On the table was a bottle of mouthwash and a large porcelain bowl partially filled with what appeared to be water.
Under the table there was a roll of paper towels and a metal pail. There was only one light in the room and it hung from the ceiling and it had no shade and next to it hung a long slender strip of dirty yellow paper that had flies stuck all over it.
On the wall at the head of the bed hung a small dirty white crocheted cross.


“Robin” took off her flimsy top and told Jimmy to drop his pants; she said she had to wash him off first. Jimmy did what he was told and she grabbed a wet washcloth out of the bowl and started to wash his “dick.”
He felt the cold washcloth sliding back and forth, back and forth, on his already hard “dick.” His whole body begin to tighten, it started with his legs, then his butt seemed to be sucking close, his stomach, his back, he became a tightly wound spring just waiting to burst. He closed his eyes and stood very still. He felt Robin grab his hand and put it on the nipple of her breast. Jimmy took a quick peak and that was it.
The hand, the sight of those Twins, and having never been this close to a naked woman before, was just too much for him.
He shot his rocks all over her hand; it felt like he had just spilled a tub of warm water all over his groin.
He made gasping sounds as Robin grabbed a washcloth and gently held it around his manhood, but one washcloth couldn’t hold it all and it dribbled out onto the floor.
As he watched his love juices drip out of the washcloth and strike the floor, he could tell by all the other dried up spots, there had been many before him who had stood as he had, and left floor paintings.


When his spring had completely unwound and his love fountain had died, he gasped one more time and then collapse on to the bed.
Jerld saw a magazine laying on the floor next to the chair he was sitting in, he picked it up to read. It had pictures of naked women on the cover and the inside was full of pages and pages of them. He had seen magazines like this before, but this one had pictures of women doing it with small horses, big dogs, and broomsticks and just about anything else you could imagine.
He started to look through it when all of a sudden Jimmy came out followed by Robin. Jerld noticed Jimmy had a very strange look on his face.
Robin said in a voice that could be heard throughout the house, “Jimmy you were great. I’ve been laid by a lot of guys and you were one of the best.” She then looked at Jerld and said, “You’re next.”
Pointing at Jimmy, She said, “He about wore me out, let see what you can do?”
Jerld was surprised that he didn’t feel nervous. He followed Robin and “The Twins” into the same room where she had led Jimmy. When he looked around the room, he also saw the same things as Jimmy did, but without stopping he walked straight to the bed and took off his pants.
Since he never wore any under shorts unless his mother saw him getting dressed, he sat naked from the waist down, on the dirty-sheeted bed.

Robin looked at him and smiled and said, “You’re in a pretty big hurry aren’t you?”
Jerld only smiled and looked at the naked woman that was standing in front of him. He was enjoying this and thought to himself, old lady five fingers has been taking care of me up till now, so I’ve had a lot of practice.
He was a little uncomfortable, because of the unfamiliarity of the dirty room. He thought to himself, “I hope my mother doesn’t walk in and catch me” and then chuckled. Robin and “The Twins” were standing right in front of him.
With her dark crotch hair right in front of his face, Robin grabbed the back of his head and pulled his face into the black forest.
There was a smell that was somewhat familiar to him, but he couldn’t place it. Robin reached down with the other hand and parted her folds of hair and placed her fingers into the part, she then rubbed them on Jerld’s lips.
When she did that Jerld knew what the smell was, it smelled just like it did when his momma opened a can of Tuna Fish.
Jerld could feel himself growing bigger and harder then he had ever been. With his legs parted by Robin she slid down until she was on her knees and her head was between Jerld’s legs.
He looked down and could see “The Twins” almost touching the floor.

That was when he felt a moistness slowly surrounding his “dick.”
Her lips had consumed most of it and then she would again slowly back off. Jerld just sat and looked around the room. He was enjoying this but to him it really was not what he had expected. He had seen the small table when he had first walked into the room and wondered then what the mouthwash, and the bowl and pail was for.
Now he thought to himself “I think I know what she uses the mouthwash for.”
All of a sudden he felt the same sensation in his groin that he did when he and old lady five fingers were doing their thing. He exploded.
He could feel it shooting into Robin’s mouth and felt some drip on his nuts.
She gagged slightly and immediately without getting up turned and grabbed the metal pail and spit again and again. Jerld thought, “Well now I know what the pail is for.”
“Shit boy,” Robin said loudly. “Did you have to get rid of it all at once?”
Jerld just sat there for a few minutes and thought to himself, “I wonder what Jimmy did that made him so good.” Robin tried to get Jerld aroused again, but it just wasn’t going to happen.

She asked, “Did you get your thirty dollars worth of “The Twins?”
Jerld started to reach for his pants and was stopped by Robin’s, “Wait a minute.”
She grabbed a washcloth out of the bowl and some paper towel and wipe Jerld’s dick and balls off.
Jerld smiled and said under his breath “Now I know what the bowl and paper towels are for.”
Smiling he pulled his pants on and stood up, and started to walk out of the room.
At the door he stopped, turned and asked, “Tell me what Jimmy did?” Robin just smiled and shook her head “No.”
When he walked out into the room, Jimmy was sitting at the table with Henry and they were playing checkers, and good old Henry was still scratching. Jimmy looked questionably at Jerld and when he saw only a grin, Jimmy knew that Robin had not told Jerld about him. Jerld said, “Let’s go,” and led the way out the door.
“Well Jimmy did you enjoy “The Twins?” he asked, as they reach the bottom of the stairs.
Jimmy smiled, the biggest smile Jerld had ever seen come from him.


“It was a great birthday and that ugly old Henry can’t play checkers worth a Shit,” Jimmy said.
Reaching into his pocket, he handed Jerld his thirty dollars back.
“It was his idea to play for money and I stomped his shit smeared ass.”