Chapter III has a slim basis in fact. None of the characters are based on real people, but I was once at a small Catholic where the coeds felt perfectly well justified in fucking like rabbits as long as they got ripped on booze first so that they could claim that they were not in their right minds. “It wasn’t my fault. I was drunk and got carried away. I hardly remember a thing.” I wish things had been that simple when I was growing up.
None of the characters in this fantasy are real or under the age of 18.
The use of date rape drugs is a sure sign of corrupt character and a bankrupt personality. The use of alcohol to the same end is little better. Real men don’t have to trick their way into a girls panties.
The Pit is just what it sounds like. A grimy place with so little light that ridiculously poor IDs are sometimes adequate to get young St Chester Students admitted. In fact, it is such a gloomy place that without the traffic from St Chester, it is doubtful they could have stayed in business. Even so, they have to make some attempt to check ID’s at the door, so I was surprised see Darby Denrose playing pool in the back room. She doesn’t look a day over fifteen.
It’s not like I hang out there; I have an excellent ID, (my brother’s drivers license from before he shipped to Guam with the Navy). The picture even looks like me. But that’s an aside. I don’t hang out there because I spend most evenings shacked up with Molly. If that’s hard for you to believe then maybe you don’t remember adolescence when your sap was really flowing.
Actually, we don’t spend all our time screwing or even making out. Molly is determined to get into medical school so she has to hit the books; It’s like she says, it won’t do her any good to get good grades if she bombs out on the GRE’s. I guess that’s good for me, too, because she stays on my case to keep up my grades, reminding me that I have to get good grades if I want to transfer to U. H. where she wants to study, so she can keep up her windsurfing skills.
The evening in question, she was hard at work on her senior thesis (she was trying for a double major) and I kept getting under foot (actually, I was trying to get under her t-shirt), so she kicked me out of the room and down to the Pit where I was sitting in the corner of the back room, watching the pool action waiting for a turn but it was slow going and my quarter was just sitting there on the pool table waiting for four more games to end.
Darsy was playing pool with three guys, and that game was going slow because the kids there (looked to be all freshmen) were ripped up—more drunk than beer should have made them.
I heard a squeek and looked over to see the doorway to the alley open and three kids squirt in. That’s funny, I thought, I thought the door was supposed to be alarmed. That’s what the sign on the door said. I went over to look and saw that somebody had jiggered the trigger. That explained a lot. Somebody leaned over my shoulder, “Don’t say anything!”
I looked up at him. “Ya dig?” he added.
“Sure. It’s cool with me.”
“Ya want a joint? It’s AOK stuff?”
“Naw, thanks. I’m fine. I buy mine by the ounce.”
“I wasn’t offering to sell it. I just thought you might like to get high.”
“I’m floating pretty good on brew, thanks.”
“Well, how about a shot of vodka to go with the beer.”
“Sure. Thanks.”
He took a flask out of his loose pockets and gave me a good splash. Later I noticed him making several trips in and out the jiggered door. Refilling his flask or doing business? I’m not sure.
I also noticed that every time Darcy’s beer got topped off, he was there to add a splash of Russian misery to it. Doesn’t he see she’s out of it? I wondered. Later she went to the bathroom and I thought I heard the ugly sound of vomiting and when she finally came out, leaning on a friend, I could see she’d just had her face scrubbed. “That’s way better,” she said to nobody in particular.
I went over to talk to her, feeling a little bit of an obligation because she’s on Molly’s floor. “Hey Darcy, don’t you think that’s enough for tonight?”
“No way. I’m going to get ripped tonight.”
“What’s the occasion?”
“I flunked my Freshman English course.”
“Hey, it’s just midterm.”
“Maybe, but there’s no way I can average out a zero.”
“Oh. Well making an ass of yourself in public isn’t going to help.”
“Fuck you,” she said and gave me a slap in the face that everybody in the pool room could hear.
“Hey, what’s going on?” Someone said. “He bothering you?”
“Naw, he just think’s he’s my father or something. It’s cool.”
The guys she’d been playing with seemed to own the table and next game she was back to playing although she could hardly stand. The next time she refilled her glass with beer and vodka, I thought I saw the guy add something else to the drink, but I couldn’t be sure. I decided to keep a closer watch because there was a lot of talk on campus about date rape pills.
Before long I saw Darcy leave by the side door and I figured everything must be okay but I started to worry when I noticed the same guy who offered me the joint passing around selling tickets off a roll, followed by a steady stream of smirking guys leaving through the alley door and reappearing after a short while. Curiousity aroused I made my own way into the dark alley and what I found was a travel van with large side windows surrounded by guys, all holding schooners of beer in their hands.
I moved into the mob trying to make out what had them so interested and what I finally saw made me sick to my stomach. Darcy was splayed out like a fish, flat on her back on a raised bed in the back of the van and guys were fucking her motionless body at every oriface. I saw red. I tore myself away from the mob and hurried back into the bar where I grabbed a pool cue. I had just turned to move back outside when two guys, one of them the pot seller, grabbed my by the arms and spun me around. “Let it rest,” one said.
“No fucking way. I menaced him with the cue and he snuck a fist under my guard and bent me over with a blow to the groin. This was followed by a couple blows to the head which knocked me to the ground. One guy ground his heel into my hand and said,“Leave it alone. There’s no way you’re going to overcome us.”
I lay there while stars spun dizzily in my head trying to shrug the dizziness off. Then, with the two guys watching, I left the pool room and went out of their sight, down the hall to the pay phone on the wall. I dialed 911 and told them there was a fight in the alleyway and hung up. Then I went back to the poolroom, through it, and out the door. “The cops are coming! The cops are coming!” I yelled.
The guy with the dope was standing by the door of the van. When he heard me his head whipped around. He saw me and started to move toward me. I held the pool cue like a baseball bat and growled, “You won’t sucker punch me again.” In the night air, I heard the first distant sound of sirens. “You better make your get away before it’s too late. Leave the girl here or I’ll give them your license number. He looked into the van, yelled out curt instructions, and immediately Darcy was thrown out on the ground along with her clothes and then the van squealed out.
I picked her up in a fireman’s carry. She was a load. Completely unable to help her self, it was all I could do to drape her over my shoulder and scramble down the alley and into the back streets between town and campus. As soon as I found an open carport, I took time to try to get some clothes onto her, but it was a losing struggle and I had to settle for her underpants and t-shirt. The rest were AWOL.
Then I carried her the remaining five blocks to her dorm. The worst thing was when she vomited again—right down my back. Finally,I deposited her in a clump of bushes before sneaking over to Molly’s first floor window. I rapped on the window. I hadn’t stopped to think what I must look like. Molly looked up. She looked pissed.
“Go away!”
“Help me, Molly.” She couldn’t hear me, but I could see her expression change from one of anger to one of concern. I signaled her with my hands, pointing toward the doors. When she left the room, I hurried to meet her.
She came rushing out the door.
‘How dare you come to my room looking like that. What in the hell have you been doing. I thought I knew you,”
“It’s not like that,” I tried to say, trying unsuccessfully to get a word in edgewise.” She just kept on yelling at me. Finally I grabbed her by the arms and shook her and that just drove her wilder and she started to hit me. “Molly, shut up, I need help!”
From up stairs somebody yelled out the window, “What’s going on out there?”
That got her attention. “See what you’ve done now,” she said. Then she yelled, “It’s okay. Just a drunk freshman.”
