His jaw ached from stretching open wide enough to suck those huge cocks, not the sort of wound he had ever considered having. He was rolling down the highway but he couldn't say where he was or where he was going. His mind was fully occupied with trying to solve why Molly had let this happen to her, and even more important, why he was unable to help her. Why in God's name had he sucked cock when he should've been kicking ass. 'What in the fuck is wrong with me?' he thought, he knew how to fight yet he had let himself be caught by a few co-fo workers. 'What kind of car did they have?' he wondered, 'If he had been even half sharp he would have got a tag number and the make and model of their car'.
He turned on the radio and let his thoughts run free as he streaked through the dark Mississippi delta night, his mind was a hundred miles away as he drove and worried about these changes that he was finding in himself. This morning he had been a virgin as far as him sucking or fucking men went. Tonight his lips had sucked cum from five cocks and four of them had been black. He had got his rocks off while his girlfriend was being raped. He and she was enjoying it, so was it really rape? The bathrobe didn't have a belt so it was open nearly all the time, his nudity lit by the soft dash lights. This car was the only good thing to happen to him today. It was his and as long as he owned it he would remember this day. It was as if the car had changed his life. He had never sucked anybody until after he got this car.
Jamie turned the radio up since it seemed to have gone quite, only to discover that it was part of a song. Now he heard over the radio the sound of wolves howling in the distance. Next thing he knew the car exploded with the sound of hard-driving rock and roll. Jamie had his radio tuned to Little Rock but he could only get it after dark, it was his favorite station and tonight they didn't let him down. Tonight they were playing Deep Purple's new album and they were rocking out on a song called "Hush". It was fucking great. It was the first time he had heard of this band, but he knew that he was going to have to get an LP by them. When the song was finished they followed it with Hendrix's "Purple Haze".
The radio was sounding mighty fine to Jamie and he began to let the car have its head and stretch it's legs again. This car loved to run. It was one fine car he thought as he pushed the petal down and felt the acceleration push him back in the seat, he could hear the high pitched whine of the supercharger as it kicked in and the car seemed to rise up and jump forward. He quickly let his eyes scan the dashboard, he was hitting140 miles an hour on a two-lane road with a speed limit of fifty after dark. He let the car wind down, slowing until he was going slow enough to stop and turn around. No matter what happened to him tonight, he was still who he was and he had things to do. He decided to see if he could find Larry, he needed to get some clothes. He needed to be able to talk to somebody about what was going through his mind and he trusted Larry.
The car was like a spirited horse, it wanted to run and Jamie let it go a bit. As he tore down the road he passed a car going the other way.
This was the cop who had been chasing Jamie's car for miles but was steadily losing ground to the Hawk. The cop thought that he had lost the car and then he meets the son-of-a-bitch going back the way he had come. By the time he could turn around the car was out of sight again. He pointed his car the way that the hawk had gone and floored it his hand reaching for his radio as he sped back toward town.
Jamie was enjoying the feel of it as he sped around curves and shot down the long straight-aways. Maybe this car was a cure for what was ailing him; maybe it was the wind blowing through the windows, whatever it was he was feeling better.
He was topping a hill coming into town on rt.61 when the red lights came on, far back in his rear view mirror. A quick glance at the speedometer told him why. 110 mph on the needle and 45 on the speed limit sign that flashed by the window. He had no I.D., no driver's license, and worst of all no clothes. He couldn't pull over, he had to outrun them somehow.
Unfortunately the Vicksburg police department didn't share his fascination with the car or his desire to avoid an embarrassing traffic stop. Jamie began to put the hawk through its paces, to see what it could do. Another car had tried to head him off at an intersection but Jamie got there before him and he had to fall in behind Jamie with the other cop. The cars they were driving were no match for the Hawk in handling or speed. They put on quite a show for the citizens of Vicksburg that night! After a high speed tour of the old part of town the boy took Mulberry Street and raced along the river's edge. The river port with all its tugboats and barges rushed pass the passenger window as old southern townhouses with their iron fences and Formosa trees rushed by the driver's side of the street. The road began to rise up the slope toward the Battlefield Park entrance arch. Only about two more miles and he could dust these guys off on those dirt roads and trails he thought.
He raced southward, through the dark shadows of the overhanging branches of formosa and chinaberry trees. Because of the heavy rains that they have here the roads are 'Crowned' meaning that they kind curve upward in the middle so that the water will drain to the sides of the road. This also makes for very rough intersections, turning each cross street into a combination speed bump and ramp. His new car was bottoming out on nearly every street crossing. It seemed that the exhaust was louder now so he might have ripped something loose underneath the car. The windows were down and the smell of honeysuckles mixed with the smell of hot metal and burning rubber. The roar of the exhaust became a sort of white noise and he admired the sights as he flashed by them. He would always remember it as being like a tinfoil wonderland of shadows and dreamlike silvery trees and buildings. The moon turned the river into molten silver glowing and shimmering in the darkness of the far bank. The glow of the red lights flashing behind him was echoed over the waters to merge with the moonlight. It created a very surrealistic effect. There were two cars behind him but he seemed to be leaving them behind. The boy wanted to slow down a bit to lessen the beating that he was giving to his new car, but he instead pushed the petal down a little more, easily leaving those two cars behind him. They knew that if he made it to the park they could kiss his ass good-bye. But they had radios, and they are hard to outrun.
He needed to get into the battlefield park, on those small single lane trails winding through the gullies and ridges that formed a huge ring completely surrounding the city. Many of the cities business people thought that ring was really a noose choking the city within its graves and monuments. In a way the Yankee positions continued to blockade the city much as the Yankee army had a century ago. Tonight his only hope was to make it to those small dirt trails. For two months Jamie had walked these roads looking at the monuments from different viewpoints. It was hard enough to keep a car on those trails at thirty miles an hour. He knew where every bump was, he knew where the turns were sharp and where you could make it going pretty fast. He had walked these trails and knew them like a lover knows his mate. His real ace in the hole was the dust; Missippissippi has red clay dirt that makes a dust that hangs like a thick fog. At night the reflected glare from a cars headlights would make it impossible to see ten feet ahead of your windshield. The park was his salvation, but he still had to get to it.
While he was visualizing his escape in a cloud of red dust, the highway patrol was setting up a roadblock just outside of the parks entrance arch. With their cars parked across the opening there was no way that he could break through. Jamie came up onto the road that enters the park only to be faced with a line of cops standing in front of two cars that sat side ways across the road. They were confident they had their man and just waited for him to stop and give up.
Jamie threw the car into a tight slide by turning the wheel and hitting the brakes, the car went sliding sideways toward the police roadblock. Jamie spun the wheel back the other way and pulled the gearshift lever down into low. He released the brake and went back to the gas with his foot, pushing it to the floor, but at a steady rate not all at once. He was now sliding backwards toward the parked cars of the police, but the tires caught a grip and the car began to head back the way it had come. Jamie was at the outer edge of controlling the car, his vision was blocked by the cloud of smoke generated by his smoking tires as they burned themselves out striving for traction. He punched the long hood of the hawk through the thick smoke hoping that he was still on the road, hoping that the cops that had been chasing him would be able to get out of the way. There was no way that he was going to stop, he would never go back into that cell again. He flashed by the one car on the right, missing him by inches, he vaguely felt the other car as it rushed by on his left. Jamie was free for a moment.
As soon as he passed by the two cop cars he turned off his lights. The cops were behind him and he knew that they would be calling ahead to block everything to the west side of town from the river bridge to the sawmill up north. Jamie needed to get into the park the other side of where they were now. He was only a couple of miles from where he wanted to be. He pulled into a carwash; he parked his car around back where they had a water hose and brush for cleaning wheels and tires. It was out of sight of the highway. Jamie tried to act like he was washing his car while he waited for the cop cars to scream out in pursuit of him. It seemed to take forever but at long last he heard two cars go tearing off down the road back toward the sawmill. A short time later and two more cars went rushing off toward the south and the river bridge. Jamie went around his car with the rinse hose squirting water like he was paying attention to what he was doing. He gave it another minute and then got into his car he cranked up and had started to move when he heard another cop car go tearing out behind the first group. That had to be the last one, Jamie thought as he eased his car up the road toward the park. He entered through the arch and drove down a winding trail that let him off the beaten paths. He drove to the monument that he had wanted and found the equipment shed behind it and parked his car inside. He knew that some of the crew changed clothes here and he found a dirty pair of overalls to slip on. There was a single dime in the pocket, Jamie smiled and started walking back past the scene of roadblock at the park's entrance, out side into the city again. He had to find a phone.
The night was dark but warm with a nice breeze blowing from the southwest. Clouds scudded across the sky hiding and revealing the sliver of moon like a child playing peek-a-boo. It took Jamie about twenty minutes to walk the two miles back to the waffle house where he asked for a glass of water and took it with him back to the pay phone where he called Larry. As luck would have it Larry had company, James and Simon, which was good because Larry had no car. James pulled into the waffle house parking lot ten minutes later. They took a back booth and over coffee and breakfast Jamie told them of his evening. He didn't leave anything out, he gave them all the truth, about how he had acted, what he had done and why. When he was finished he looked up to see the stunned looks on their faces.
Larry was the first to exclaim. "You son-of-a-bitch, you let four niggers take my sister with them and you just let them go?" He was really losing it "What the fuck is wrong with you?"
