CHAPTER 1
Odors of decay, cooking smells and rotting refuse added to the usual neighborhood atmosphere of noisy vehicles, street kids yelling at play and women screaming while being wacked in outbreaks of domestic violence as broad-shouldered Xavier Hall (27) slammed the cab door shut and he grunted, "Airport."
"Lovely night for flying," yawned the cabbie, scratching a cut ear that perhaps his wife or mistress had chewed.
Observing the full moon rising, Xavier said inventively, "Many airplane crashes occur on moonlight nights, at least 10% of them."
The cabbie popped a pill and checked the mirror and pulled out on to the clear roadway. He must have been thinking about not flying on moonlit nights because he remained silent for some time and that suited the disgraced Xavier, wearing the air travel male uniform of sneakers, blue jeans, t-shirt and ill-fitting jacket.
Arriving home three hours later, eleven months since his last visit, the lean and green-eyed Xavier noticed his waiting mother before she saw him and thought nice tits and her tum was reasonably trim.
Still a gym bunny eh?
Licking her lips, blonde and tanned Muriel Hall waited nervously hoping no one would recognize her son who'd been on network television twice in two days, the first being identified on a security camera at the opening of a new State Government building yelling at the Governor's wife as she was about to cut to ribbon, "Show us your tits."
Next evening her son's image was screened again and the newsreader said that Xavier Hall, who'd shocked dignitaries at the opening of the new Treasury Building the previous day for shouting disgracefully at the Governor's wife, had been fired from his job as an internal auditor at the Treasury.
Because of her son's sudden notoriety, Muriel worried about being asked to resign as president of the Floral Art Society.
Xavier pinched his mom's butt and shouted, "Hi mom." She jumped high in fright and half-rolled an ankle when landing.
"Jesus," she shouted and people around them moved back a bit.
Dressed smartly in blue but wearing too much make-up Muriel said, "You scared me."
Xavier grinned and slapped her shoulder and said she'd forgotten how to play.
"You had your hand halfway up my butt," she exaggerated.
People edged farther away.
Xavier half-embraced his mom and kissed her deeply and squeezed her left breast.
"Oh I've missed you so," she said as if welcoming home a military guy from overseas deployment. The people around them relaxed.
As they walked with a trolley piled high in the parking lot towards the blue Fiesta, Xavier said, "Is dad still fucking his office assistant or has he come back to you?"
"Probably a bit of both I should think," Muriel said, sounding half satisfied. "Beth's been in big trouble at college for assaulting another freshman."
"Was the other girl hurt?"
"There was no other girl; the person she walloped for attempting to have sex with her was male. He lost a tooth, suffered a black eye and a broke his thumb when attempting to block her head-butt. It's your fault; you taught her to fight rough."
Xavier sighed, at last knowing why he was prone to bad behavior: he came from a dysfunctional family. He opened the car door for his mom and stood in the right spot when she sat to get a good look right up to the flesh above her stocking tops.
He now felt horny.
Xavier loaded his stuff into the Ford and pushed the trolley away. A screaming woman ran up to stop it hitting her car and the bad-tempered bitch annoyed him by alleging he was a moron. Xavier thought the airport authority should take more care about who they let on to their property.
"Is dad back to twanging his guitar yet?"
"No it will be another month or two before Felix once again triumphs over this return of depression of never making it as a professional musician. Drive nicely darling, this is mommy's new car."
Felix had grown up as a boy listening to his father's collection of bandleader Glen Miller and Xavier Cugat recordings. He learned to play the guitar, violin and drums in the hope of joining a band and eventually taking over as leader but not to be. Early on it became apparent Felix lacked the real talent to make it in music and his father insisted Felix study to join him in law. But Felix didn't make it through the first year at college because of lost interest in becoming an attorney. He became chief supervisor of the city council's vehicle fleet and the money from that allowed Felix to give his wife a new car every year or so and the same source of money had financed musically untalented Xavier to gain a master of accountancy at a highly rated business college.
Xavier unpacked in his old bedroom and went out and his mom poured coffee and running her hand through his curly brown hair said he needed a haircut.
"Mom you'll have to help me find a girl otherwise I'll have to try you because I'm horny."
"You can go to a whore house."
"But you told me never to go to a whore house. Then if you are not interested it will have to be Beth."
"No you leave Beth alone. She's still unsure about her sexual preference. I'll make some calls."
Muriel grabbed her phone and took her coffee out on to the terrace while Xavier stared moodily at the wall in front of him and wondered if his mom was any good at sex. It would appear his father didn't think so.
Just as Xavier was thinking about going off to masturbate, his mom returned smiling.
Janet Clement and Fay Hogan said they didn't want their daughters anywhere near you. They'd seen you on TV."
"I've never been on TV that I know of?"
Muriel scowled and said if he didn't spent his nights jerking off watching Internet porn he would watch TV and would have seen himself nationally disgraced.
"But Marg Mason said you were just a young guy letting off steam and so she'll send Nevada over; she'd probably on her way now."
"What the hell does she mean letting off steam?"
"Oh you know how women go on. She giggled and said she wouldn't mind showing you her tits. God she was a slut at school and remains a slut."
"Mom are you trying to tell me you know about me being caught acting up a bit?"
"Yes dear, it was shown on network TV and then next night some of that film was repeated when TV announced you had been fired for bringing the State Government into disrepute by disgraceful behavior as one of its employees."
"Oh fuck, so people around here will know?"
"Yes unfortunately dear. You might have to leave the country to get a job."
"Um so that's why Mrs Mason was talking about showing me her tits."
"Yes."
