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Jeff receives a public blowjob at the bar and Ken meets Roxanne.
Revised, rewritten, and Continued from Chapter 01:
Successful enough to afford any vehicle, Jeffrey owned several cars, but preferred driving his BMW, tanzanite blue, Alpina B6 coupe. He said that it was one of the best cars he had ever owned and he had owned them all, Porsches, Ferraris, Lamborghinis, and Corvettes. He said that he's too old for pure sports cars and wanted something more luxuries and something that would impress his clients at the same time, which is why he bought the Alpina.
Jeff based his claims that the BMW Alpina B6, is not a true sports car because it has a backseat. The backseat is best suited for small children. With a horsepower claim of 600 and torque at 590, if the Alpina wasn't an all-out sports car, Ken didn't know what was. Even with its heavy 4,750 weight, nearly as much as a Bentley Super Speed, the car still manages a sportscar 0-60 time of 3.3 seconds.
Prompt to meet Ken, they sat at a table with a view of Newbury Street. Even though Jeffrey's office was close enough to Newbury Street that he could have walked to the restaurant, especially on such a nice, sunny, Spring day, he preferred driving his car. Somehow, gifted in that regard, as if God was always watching out for him and moving all obstacles from his path, he found a parking space in front of the restaurant.
Instead of using quarters, he used Chuck E. Cheese tokens. After taking his nephew to Chuck E. Cheese, a playground restaurant for kids, he inadvertently inserted a token instead of a quarter. He discovered quite by accident that Chuck E. Cheese tokens would not only fit the meter but also give him two hours on the meter. Further, the tokens jammed the meter and stop it from counting down his time. Even though he could well afford to park his $140,000 car in any parking lot, he preferred sticking it to the city by using Chuck E. Cheese tokens to jam the parking meter.
The two friends sat talking about cars with the same enthusiasm as they had when they talked about cars in high school. Nothing changed except they both could afford whatever automobile they desired now. Even though Ken was as wealthy as Jeffrey, if not more, he preferred negotiating the city streets on his custom made, recumbent bicycle. There they sat as if still teenagers naming every exotic sportscar from Japan to Germany to Italy and to America. Jeff always had something interesting, insightful, and informative to add about each vehicle.
"Now that we've been talking about cars for more than an hour," said Jeffrey with a pause and looking at his watch. He sat back in his chair and took a slow sip of his beer before looking up at Ken. "I know the perfect car for you," he said with a smile. "I'm ready to make my recommendation on which car you should buy."
Ken could hear the drumroll of suspense as Jeff took a longer sip of his beer while scanning the room for available foxes. Always distracted by long, leggy women, he was always looking to sexually score. He focused upon a beautiful and sexy brunette sitting across from them at the bar. He smiled at her and she returned his smile while slowly crossing her long, sexy, shapely legs. Having built up the appropriate amount of suspense, as he always does with everything he says and everything he does, in the way that he does in a courtroom with a jury, he awaited Ken's reaction before speaking.
"Okay, Jeff," said Ken. Jeff looked from his friend to look at the attractive woman. "Jeff!" Ken hated playing games. Impossible for him to compete with someone who looked like her, he hated being in competition in trying to dissuade Jeffrey's attention away from the sultry, sexy woman. "So, which is it the BMW, the Porsche, or the Audi? I'm dying to know," said Ken with the same enthusiasm he once shared with Jeff over expensive automobiles when they were kids growing up in the same neighborhood in Boston. "Jeff," said Ken grabbing his arm.
'Knowing Jeff, surprising him and catching him off guard, he'd probably suggest that he'd buy a Corvette or a special version of the Mustang, a GT 500', thought Ken. With Jeffrey a snob when it came to fine, fast automobiles, Ken supposed that his friend didn't think him sophisticated enough to drive a Ferrari, a Lamborghini, a Porsche, or a BMW Alpina B6.
Jeff turned to look at Ken and smiled his ever present self-confident, smug smile, something he never showed his clients but always showed his adversaries. Albeit without the smugness, he gave him the same smile that he gave the jury when talking to them as if they were all close friends instead of total strangers. With Jeffrey always so relaxed and Ken always so nervous, jittery, and high-strung, he talked to him in the way that he talked to the jury as if they were sitting his living room having a beer or sipping coffee. He talked to Ken as if he was someone on trial for murder and Jeffrey was his lawyer trying to calm him and assure him.
"None of those," Jeff answered quickly before looking away from Ken to watch the leggy woman slowly uncross and cross her legs again.
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Sometimes, especially in the way that Jeff lavishly lived a lifestyle as if there was no tomorrow, he imagined Jeff as F. Scott Fitzgerald's Great Gatsby reincarnated in the 21st century as a successful lawyer instead of a bootlegger. As if he was an unnoticed fly on the wall, instead of his best friend from childhood, Ken imagined his role as that of the lowly Nick Carraway in Fitzgerald's novel. No matter what they had planned, Ken always took a backseat to the women, the trips, the adventures, and the lavish affairs and events in Jeffrey's life.
The epitome of an eternal bachelor, in the way that Ken did early in his life, he could never see his best friend getting married and having children. Unlike Ken who was always so careful, cautious, and never reckless, especially with his research and experiments, Jeff enjoyed living fast and easy on the edge of life. When he wasn't practicing law, he was attending cocktail parties and rubbing elbows with Boston's powerful, influential, and elite. Boston still had plenty of families with real, old monied wealth and political influence and power.
