As I listened to an oldies station while driving down the road, it suddenly dawned on me how nothing had really changed. Paula Abdul's song "Forever your girl" came on and I cringed. I hated that fucking song with a passion. After being away from Detroit for 10 years, it was like I'd never been left.
Of course the song hit me in more ways than one. I didn't know it at the time but the song said far more about my life than even I knew. I'd once loved that song "Forever your girl" because it made me think about the series of cars I drove. They were always a black "Mustang GT" with all of the "mods" I can throw at them; and they were my girls.
My relationships with my cars over the years had always been far more satisfying than my relationships with women. Women came and went but Mustangs were forever.
As a matter of fact it had been one of those situations that had caused me to leave home 10 years ago.
I remember it as if it were yesterday. My name is Brian Richards. It was the Woodward Dream cruise; an annual cruise through the heart of the city that draws in car lovers from all over the world. I was sitting in a lawn chair behind my first ever Mustang, with Lisa Barber. I was so in love with that woman that I couldn't see straight. We'd only known each other for 3 days, but I was sure after only 72 hours that she was the only woman in the world for me. Last night after leaving a picnic we'd gone to, we went back to her place and she literally screwed my brains out. It was a magical night of purely animal passion that eventually ended up with us making love very slowly and tenderly. Almost as if the first round of just bodies slapping together, was only the prelude to a serious body to body communication session. When we awoke still wrapped together, all sticky and sweaty, she smiled at me and just kissed me. That damned song was playing on the radio and she looked me in the eye and told me she was "Forever my girl" I swore to myself then that there would never be anyone else for me. And unfortunately for me I don't lie.
Lisa was 24 then just like me. She was kind of petite with long legs and smallish breasts. She had shoulder length curly dark blond hair, and green eyes that you could just dive into. She had one of those impish smiles that just make you believe that everything would be alright no matter what; and just a smattering of freckles around an upturned nose. Her greatest attribute though, was her ass. It was incredible; not a huge round ghetto booty by far, but a perfectly shaped heart shaped work of art. I still remember staring at it that morning as she finally slipped some clothes on after we got out of the shower together that morning. "If you like my ass that much, you'll love it even more after I give it to you tonight" she whispered into my ear.
"But don't tell your mom" she laughed. Lisa had met my mom the previous day at the picnic and my mom was smitten with her too.
I thought about all of that as we sat holding hands behind my car, at the Dream cruise.
One of the events they have each year at the Dream Cruise is a thing called Mustang alley. From Woodward Avenue, almost a half a mile east on both sides of the road, all you can see is Mustangs lined up side by side. Some years there are 7 or 8 hundred Mustangs. All years and models are usually represented. This is almost like heaven for me. Being there with my car on display and Lisa beside me took the almost out of my previous statement.
As human beings I guess we are just not allowed to be perfectly happy for very long before something just has to fuck it up; so as I sat there wrapped in ecstasy, Fate whipped out it's dick and pissed all over my happiness.
Lisa got up to get us something to drink and as she walked away, I watched that perfect ass. Those two hips moving both up and down, and side to side as she moved toward the drink stand. Suddenly I noticed a hand reaching for that perfect ass and I was pissed. A big creepy biker guy, you know what he looked like; the dirty ass bandana and about a hundred fucking tattoos. He had the creepy mustache and leather vest; the whole outfit. I was incensed.
Before he made contact I jumped up and charged, but I was too late. His hand smacked Lisa's ass sharply. It was still quivering when I grabbed his arm, and swung as hard as I could and caught him square on the jaw knocking him to the ground. He was way bigger then me but I was so pissed I couldn't think about that. Lisa turned around and grabbed me as I stood over him.
"Brian wait" she said "You don't understand"
Before I could do anything else to the asshole, 3 more bikers showed up glaring at me. Lisa jumped between me and them and said, "hold it guys, this ends now."
"Before it get's out of hand"
Another petite blond woman, a few years older than Lisa, and her direct opposite in appearance looked down at the fallen biker who was just getting his senses back.
She looked at me standing over him glaring, with hell in my eyes, and just smiled.
She was pretty, but not in any conventional sense of the word. She had a leathery quality to her skin, and enormous boobs. She also had a bunch of tattoos, which I hate on a woman. Pretty women don't need a bunch of color or writing on them to attract a man, and tattoos won't help an ugly woman so I just never saw the point.
"This little fucker just knocked the shit out of Dawg" said one of the bikers.
"Hey Lisa" he said next.
"Hey Dookie" said Lisa.
"Brian, Honey, you kind of over-reacted" she said to me softly. "You should
Apologize to him"
"How?" I snapped, incredulously.
"How did I over-react?"
"John, Dawg to his friends, probably just fell into an old habit, and reacted instinctively when he saw me"
"And I just reacted the same when I saw some greasy biker trying to grab my girlfriend's ass" I said smugly.
"She looked me in the eye and snapped "well I'm a big girl, I can fight my own battles, what I expect you to do is to be there when I need you, but respect me enough to let me make the call"
By this time all kinds of things were running through my head. She wanted this grease ball to grab her ass? I was wrong? OK fuck this shit, I needed to get some where that I could think.
So attempting to keep my dignity in tact, I reached my hand out to the biker on the ground. He accepted my hand and allowed me to help pull him up.
"John, I began, obviously I've made some kind mistake and you and Lisa have some kind of history."
He had kind of a smirk on his face and was probably getting ready to lay into me.
"Since you two know each other well, could you see that she gets home" I said; then I turned and went to my car leaving them all standing there.
I took the display number off my Mustang and just got into it and drove off, leaving them standing with their mouths open.
An hour or so after I got home my cell phone and the house phone started to ring so I just turned off the cell and took the house phone off the hook. I went outside and parked my "Stang" in the garage where it couldn't be seen from the street; I turned off all of the lights in the house, so it would seem as if I weren't home, and went to sleep.
Some time later Lisa came over, she was alone and she knocked on the door and then sat on the porch for awhile when I didn't answer. Luckily I hadn't given her a key yet.
Even though I had only known her for 3 fucking days it felt like someone had just ripped my heart out of my chest. It was just too perfect I thought. It would never have lasted.
The next morning I went to work like every other Monday. Rebecca our receptionist took one look at me as I walked in and said 2 things to me. "You have 12 messages from that Lisa girl that had you walking on air Friday, she really needs you to call her" was the first thing she said. The second was "you look like shit, what's wrong?"
"If she calls back tell her I'm taking a couple of days off", I said.
"I'm taking a company car and calling on some of our customers for a sales review" I told a shocked Rebecca. I'd been working for this company since I left high school and had reached a level where I hadn't had to do field work in years. Even if I did go into the field I always drove my Stang, so Rebecca was non-plussed.
