There are some people you just never expect to come knocking at the door, especially this door considering what happened behind it, and Dina Swem was one of them. Dina was married, almost a year now, to a lifelong friend of mine, Greg Andrew Swem, everyone called him Gumby, who had grown up down the block in Long Beach, CA and had been my right-hand man in all sports growing up. We played baseball, basketball too, but mostly football, through high school and briefly in college at Colorado together.
Like I said Gumby was my boy, was also one of the only white people in our neighborhood and the only white dude I knew growing up. My name is Mark Vernon, but everyone calls me Vern, and I was the pepper to his salt and sort of protected his ass on and off the gridiron, if you know what I mean. Gumby played QB, and I was the WR, Gumby and Vern, and we set a whole bunch of motherfucking records at Long Beach Poly and went as a QB/WR package deal to college, ready to take the Buffs by storm.
The third game of our freshman season, however, I took a shot to my right knee and was never the same. I could still run ok but never quite cut with the same fervor and confidence and only played that one year of college football. I returned to the hood of Long Beach, never to return to college or Colorado again, falling quickly into the 39th Crips and its business of pharmaceuticals and porn. I haven't even played catch with a football since then, just can't do it.
Meanwhile Gumby stayed at Colorado, finished his degree in forest services or some shit, started a couple years as QB and then stayed to coach as a graduate assistant. I didn't think he'd ever move back to So Cal to be truthful, he had so much in Boulder. During his third year as assistant coach though he fell for a younger, and smoking hot, Norwegian blonde skier who was highly recruited to ski for the Buffs.
Dina grew up in Norway, moved to the US at an early age, was considered a potential Olympic hopeful and enrolled at the University of Colorado when she was barely 18. She was focused on nothing but skiing, a true protégé. She did not date or party or even socialize unless it was with skis under her feet. Until, of course, she met the pretty boy former QB punk, who was now the offensive assistant coach and 9 years her senior in Mr. Gregory Swem, aka Gumby. Smooth blonde motherfucker that he is.
Gumby is handsome for a white dude; I give him that. Bad-boy look who modeled some when we were in school, he asked me to join him on a couple shoots but just couldn't bring myself to do it. He was good looking enough for a hottie like Dina, for sure and he had his sights set on the young virgin from day one. Dina was beautiful, nearly untouchable and had an unbelievable body he just had to get inside of.
Dina went to an all-girls boarding school until she was 13, then home schooled until she enrolled at Colorado. So, when Gumby met her, she had literally just turned 18 only weeks before. Dina had never even held a boy's hand, much less kissed one, never been on a date and was the perfect blonde virgin, not to mention an Olympic level skier. Did I mention she's 5'6" and 135 pounds with solid C cups and a firm round ass, yeah, she's smoking hot and almost 10 years younger than Gumby and I.
Dina was every black guy's fucking dream girl, with that milky white skin and blonde hair, she was ridiculous to look at and that lucky fucker worked it and worked it and it finally paid off with her virginity and that beautiful pussy. I was kind of jealous I must admit.
Back then, Gumby was a true pussy slayer; 27-years-old and surrounded by hot college girls, and he was always happy to share the details with his old wide out Vern.
"This one won't let me fuck her bro," I remember him telling me, "But her pussy is like nothing I've ever had; man, and you know me I've eaten my share of snatch. I am obsessed with her but she's going to make me marry her to get that ass. She's different"
I will never forget those words. When the pussy is "different" you either run, throw her ass out the door or marry that bitch, those are the only three options. Imagine it being so good by touch and taste you marry that bitch just to fuck her because her pussy is so tasty? Now that's either some white boy shit or some powerful pussy and knowing my boy Gumby as well as I do, that's grade A, top shelf, Norwegian, natural blonde, virgin pussy that won him over.
Dina would let Gumby go down on her, finger her and play with her boobs, she would jerk him off and give him a blow job but would not let him enter her unless they were married. She was going to be a true white bride; in every context and this motherfucker got her down the aisle six months shy of her 19th birthday and a virgin. The wedding was three months before the Olympic Trials.
Four days before the Trials, four fucking days, Dina crashed, destroying her right knee, tearing all three of her major ligaments, ACL, MCL and PCL. She caught an edge on turn three at the practice facility in Steamboat. She was 19 and her skiing career was over in a blink of an eye. Man, I knew what that felt like, I had major empathy for the girl, promising athletic career over in a minute, I knew that feeling.
Greg and Dina moved back to Huntington Beach only eleven miles away from the old hood, not two weeks later, to live with his mom, Sharon. Sharon had a small bungalow, maybe 600 sf, one room, on her property where they could live and sort out the next step in their life. That's just what mama's do.
In So Cal, eleven miles can be a world away. You see, Huntington Beach is white while Long Beach is black, we have gang bangers in LB, they have surfers in HB. They watch 'black guys fucking blonde teens' porn in HB, we MAKE those 'black guys fucking blonde teens' porn in LB. They snort coke in HB, we sell that coke in LB, they do pills in HB, we sell those pills in LB, whatever those white motherfuckers want they know where to go, the LB and my crew, 39th Crips, controlled a huge chunk of LB. We sold whatever white money wanted, you name it I had it or had access to it with a phone call. I mean anything, drugs, girls, guns, someone offed you name it. Like I said eleven miles is close, but then again not that close at all, and most white people in HB I know are happy about the distance, easy to score but safe to go home.
Gumby got a job as assistant football coach at a local high school, making shit for money and Dina stayed home to rehab the knee. Six months after the accident, the US Ski Team Insurance quit paying her medical bills, because she had not formally made the team yet. They had paid for three surgeries, rehab, doctors' visits and were done, hit their max of $1 million and cut her off.
Nine months after they married in Colorado, the world as their oyster, these two lived in his mom's bungalow, her career was over, she was unemployed, knee was a mess, and they were living on 30 grand a year.
I mean that's the profit on 100 pills to me and I sold thousands of those mother fuckers a day to junkies, addicts and whoever the fuck had my money, you understand what I'm saying? One of our videos can generate 2 million hits or more, generating $90k in revenue, one fucking video and these two lived on a third of that a fucking year! We had thirty of our videos go viral and started getting the largest porn providers to provide exclusive pay walls for our content. The 39th Crips were making millions and didn't have to leave our hood; we had the hoes coming to us and we had our own fucking studio.
I remember call number one, like it was yesterday, from Gumby telling me about the insurance, didn't know when he'd get some from the school district, and asking if he could get Dina a few pain pills. Of course I hooked him up, but with the wussy shit, 5 mg Hydrocodone, pain meds given to any swinging dick with lower back pain. I think I gave him 10 pills, no charge of course, should have been a C-note, and he thanked me.
"Be careful, Bruh," I vividly remember telling him, "These things can make anyone take a dark path and they get expensive."
He brushed me off and had to be thinking to himself,
"No way bro, not this girl, she's stronger than opiates, she won't be willing to sell you and your homie her pussy for them in a month in one of your videos. No fucking way"
A week later, call number two, and Gumby was asking for more pills. I gave him another 18 stronger ones (10 mg), they sell for $20 a pop.
"Real talk bro, she probably shouldn't be in this much pain still. Them surgeries were a while ago now. Just saying. Can't keep giving out freebies man".
He looked right over and through me, heard me, but wouldn't listen. He wasn't the first and won't be the last, how do you think we continue the pharmaceutical business and get the whores to do those nasty things on our website? Oh yeah, the website has some nasty shit, things that girls were willing to do for us completely "voluntarily" and for the pleasure of such we rewarded them with well cash, which can, of course, be easily converted to the drug of their choice.
The third week I got a text from Dina's phone directly which freaked me the fuck out:
"Vern, my knee is killing me, can you help a friend out?".
I sat there for a minute asking the only question that mattered and my dick sprung to attention awaiting the answer.
"Gumby know you hit me?"
