A Tough Summer For Tracy (Part 1)
Stepsis unwittingly gets caught up in my dangerous lifestyle
When I first met Ray, my stepdad, I thought he was a pretty boring guy. I was 18 at the time and didn't really care anymore if my mom ever got married again or not. I would be out of the house in a few years anyway. Then I met Ray's daughter. Then I cared a lot. They married that year.
Tracy is 18 now and hotter than ever. Dirty blond hair, big brown eyes, 34c's with a life of their own, and an ass to die for. That summer after her high school graduation she met a steady boyfriend and I think he broke her in. I found condoms in her nightstand when I was snooping and saw the full box of 25 steadily decline. I could hear them sometimes through the thin wall between our bedrooms. Him moaning and her whimpering. He never seemed to last more than 10 minutes or so though. Steve, her boyfriend, was cool enough, although we had nothing in common. He was a college guy, sort of a bookworm type, tall and thin. The events that follow happened in summer 2003.
"Hey, where you guys going?" Tracy asked as Buddy and I walked to the car. She was wearing cutoffs and a tank top that was a size too small.
"We have business to Tracy," I said, annoyed that Buddy was staring at her.
"Can't I come? I'm stressed out from all these College entrance exams," she asked innocently.
"No it's business, maybe another time," I replied, starting the car.
"Aww come on big bro. I know you deal a little weed. I can handle it"
"Let her come man," Buddy chimed in.
I rolled my eyes at both of them. " Fine, get in," as she skipped to the back door smiling and climbed in.
"You don't say a word when we get to Big Sam's place, understand?" I cautioned her.
"Ya ya, no problem. I know your macho business associates don't like noisy girls big bro. I'll keep quiet."
When I'm going to make a deal I like to stick to the back roads and take it nice and slow. When you're carrying merchandise and large amounts of cash you don't want to draw attention. This time, unfortunately, it didn't work. The flashing lights were approaching fast in my mirror on the rural dirt road.
"Shit, Buddy, shove everything under the seat. Both of you keep quiet"
Buddy and Tracy frantically hid the cash and merchandise. I pulled the car over and an officer came to the window.
"License and registration please.," the tall, stocky officer said in a commanding but respectful voice. I gave them to him as he looked inside the car, making eye contact with the other two.
"Did you know you have a broken tail light son?"
"No, I didn't. It must have happened recently, I'm sorry"
"Well, it's not a big deal son. I'm gonna let you go with a warning. Just get it replaced as soon..."
"Oh ya like a broken tail light is some federal offence," Tracy said in a cocky tone of voice.
Buddy and I turned white.
"Excuse me miss?," the officer replied.
"Like you didn't hear me," Tracy said under her breath.
"Step out of the car young lady"
She rolled her eyes and opened the door, stepping out. When she did one of the bundles of cash fell from the car floor to the dirt with a fateful little thud.
"Oh shit," Tracy said. Her tone of voice was a little different this time.
"Well, what have we here?" The officer picked it up, then motioned to the car for his partner. He was younger than the first one, maybe early thirties, a little thinner but very muscular.
"Now what would a group of worthless kids like these be doing with a thousand dollars in 20's?," he asked the other officer.
"I think we might find out by searching the vehicle" he responded as he looked Tracy over.
"You two, out of the car now."
Buddy and I stepped out. I gave Tracy a truly pissed off look. She was on the verge of crying.
Within minutes they had all of the cash and merchandise sitting on the roof of the car.
"Looks like we have a situation here kids" the larger officer said.
I imagined the rest of my good years in a jail cell. He conversed with the other officer in private for a couple minutes.