Sunday afternoon, April 19, 1987, Amanda Lewis and Jack Nicholson were headed back down Routes 1 and 101, leaving Santa Barbara and headed back to Los Angeles. Jack had asked Amanda if she wanted to attend the Lakers' game with him that evening, since he had pairs of season tickets to all the home games, and Amanda had excitedly accepted.
The Lakers had been having one of their best seasons ever that year, despite the loss Friday night to the San Antonio Spurs... the first time that team had beaten them all season. Both Jack and Amanda had been disappointed when they'd learned of the loss late Friday night. But they were both sure they were in for a good game that evening, watching the Lakers play the Seattle Supersonics. Seattle had beaten the Lakers only once in their previous four games that season. Surely the Lakers would prevail once again, this close to the playoffs...
Jack was glancing at Amanda when he noticed that her head kept dipping forward tiredly and she could hardly keep her eyes open. "What's the matter, sweet girl?" he asked loudly over the wind and traffic noise. "Have I worn you out?" he added with a chuckle when she looked at him.
She smiled sleepily and replied, "Well, yes... but it also doesn't help that I didn't get any sleep last night."
Jack frowned slightly. "Why couldn't you sleep?" When he glanced at her, he saw the sheepish look on her face and he knew it was because she'd been too worried about what was going to happen between them. "Never mind, sweet girl. Why don't you put your seat back and relax and try to take a nap? We've got at least an hour and a half before we get back to L.A. and you look like you could use the rest."
Amanda leaned over and kissed his scruffy cheek, frowning as she smiled, wondering how she managed not to notice that Jack hadn't shaved all weekend. Then she reached down and reclined her seat and settled back comfortably to rest. She didn't think she'd be able to sleep, what with all the wind and noise, but at least she could rest her eyes and relax a little... Before she knew it, she was fast asleep.
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The next thing Amanda was aware of was a loud honking of horns. She jerked awake and sat up, looking around. She instantly recalled that she was with Jack in his convertible sports coupe and that they had been on their way back to L.A. from Santa Barbara, and now she realized that they were pulling into the parking lot of The Forum in Inglewood where the Lakers played their home games. Car horns were blasting as Jack drove past lines of vehicles waiting to get into the main parking area on his way to the VIP parking section.
She put her seat back up and ran her hands through her hair after she released it from the ponytail she'd bound it in for riding in the convertible. She also wiped her eyes and patted her cheeks a few times to help herself wake up when she yawned.
Jack noticed her fidgeting with her hair and face. He reached over and caressed her left thigh gently. "You don't need to worry about that, Amanda. This is a basketball game... not the Academy Awards. It doesn't matter how you look... and, any way, you look beautiful." He threw a quick wolfish grin her way when she looked at him and smiled.
Jack pulled into his usual parking spot inside the VIP parking area that led to a separate entrance, which was used exclusively by season ticket holders, other VIPs and the players. Amanda couldn't help but look around in awe as she walked, hand-in-hand, with Jack Nicholson into The Forum arena, passing several other prominent and well-known people who waved at Jack in greeting. She didn't notice the surprised glances from those people as they took notice of her and the fact that Jack was holding her hand.
He led her up to his seats near mid-court, just a few rows up from where the Lakers sat on the sidelines. She was doing her best to quell her rising excitement, but she knew it wasn't working very well when Jack looked at her and chuckled as he grinned, saying, "Geez, Amanda, you look just like a kid in a candy store!"
She laughed and exclaimed, "I can't help it! This is the first time I've ever been to a Lakers' game! I was hoping to get to at least a couple of the playoff games... if I could get tickets... but you know how hard they are to come by!"
Jack leaned toward her and kissed her quickly as he put his fingers under her chin. "Well, now you don't hafta worry about that... you can come to the playoff games with me!" He grinned widely as her excitement, once again, registered on her face. "Now... are you hungry? 'Cause I'm starvin'! I'm gonna go get me a hotdog and a beer. Would you like anything?"
Amanda asked him for the same and sighed softly when he kissed her once again before he got up and walked down to go out to the concession area. She continued to look around excitedly as people filtered into the arena. It was just after six o'clock, so they still had a little while to go until tip off at six thirty. She began to wonder which other celebrities she might see that evening and how they'd react to seeing Jack with a strange and much younger woman. She was musing over that thought and didn't notice a rather short man stop beside her seat and stare down at her.
"I'm sorry, miss, but you can't sit here. These seats are reserved for season ticket holders and I believe you're in one of Mr. Nicholson's seats."
She looked up, startled at first by the gruffness of the man's voice, and then barked a laugh when she realized she'd recognized the voice and saw the amused expression on Danny DeVito's face. "Yes, I know, Mr. DeVito. I'm here as Jack's guest this evening."
"Well, well, well... so you're the flavor of the month... eh?" he asked suggestively, looking and sounding just like his former TV alter ego, Louie De Palma on Taxi as he sat down next to her. "Just how long have you known Jack?" he asked curiously as he eyed her up and down.
Amanda shifted nervously in her seat and looked down at her clothes to make sure nothing was out of place as the diminutive actor's eyes slowly roved over her body. Her knit top was plastered to her breasts and she was horrified to discover that her nipples were clearly evident poking forward through her bra and shirt. She tried to casually cross her arms over her chest as she started to answer his question, but he smirked at her in understanding.
"Uh... I just met Jack a couple days ago, Mr. DeVito, and he very kindly invited me to tonight's game when he learned I was a big fan and had never been to a game before... since I only moved to L.A. just a few months ago."
"Uh huh..." he muttered gruffly. "And just HOW did you meet Jack and WHY was he so anxious to invite you to a Lakers game?" he questioned suspiciously. He knew this girl had to be Jack's latest conquest even though she seemed reluctant to admit it, as his horny friend was not usually in the habit of inviting some woman to a game if he wasn't getting what he wanted from her...
Amanda blushed but continued to stare into the man's dark, twinkling, mischievous eyes. She suddenly grinned and chuckled when she realized that Danny DeVito was just trying to good-naturedly tease her because he knew what Jack was like. And she could try to side step giving up any details as to the "nature" of her relationship with Jack, but he knew that Jack had already fucked her. She decided to see if she could turn her embarrassment around on him.
