CHAPTER 1
Freckled faced and curly dark blond-headed Charlie Lott groaned awake on the morning after his 18th birthday knowing his parents' birthday present he'd requested, a 3-year old Harley Davidson 1200 Sportster, was in the garage out of the rain. His pals would be over soon to resume the party and look at the bike.
He smiled, thinking of his girlfriend Heather Brook. Last night for the first time she didn't snap her legs closed after pushing away his hand. He'd sunk fingers into the hot and squishy cave and he knew he was in love with Heather who was manager-designate of the Charlie's band, now in initial rehearsals. The plan was to develop the band at college where they all would study music and to turn professional as soon as the demand for their services grew.
Charlie played keyboard, Colin was on drums, Ernie guitar and Geneva trumpet. The name of the band was created on an outburst from their favorite teacher who was bawled out by the principal in front of the biology class. Miss Johns possessed a magnificent body and sultry lips that were just so right for a biology teacher.
"Allowing your female students to display their breasts, even if this is a biology class, is outrageous and forbidden Miss Johns and if you transgress like this ever again," Mr Piper fumed, his face turning purple and scarlet with a tinge of black, "then you will be suspended while your fate is decided."
Miss Johns had stood facing him defiantly, her hands folded under her breasts that only served to push them out so splendidly that Mr Piper had to mop his forehead.
"Do you hear me?"
"Yes Mr Piper. Is there anything else?"
He stalked out without replying and the small class erupted in laughter when Miss Johns walked forward to close the door muttering, "Fucking despot."
Charlie said to Geneva the trumpeter in the fledging band, "What's a despot?"
"A power-hungry dictator I think."
"Thanks. Oh I thought your tits looked the best."
"Why Charlie, thank you. My pre-graduation party is in two weeks," said the 18-year old. "Would you like to come?"
"Do you mean attend or come?"
Geneva giggled and Miss Johns barked, "If you giggle in my class Geneva please don't use that sluttish tone."
Everyone laughed and Geneva whispered to Charlie, "Sally Johns is a fucking despot."
Charlie looked as if he were witnessing the birth of music. "Let's calls ourselves Charlie & the Despots."
"Why?"
"Because it was my idea to form a band."
"Okay. You're a smart guy Charlie. Remind me to allow you to fuck me when I turn nineteen."
"What's wrong with tonight?"
"Grow up Charlie," Geneva said, giving him her No. 1 smile. "Your facial pimples should be gone within a year and your dick should be longer. However I may decide to let you at me much sooner. I'm just so apprehensive."
"Of what?"
"Abandoning my youth in such a profound act of adulthood."
Charlie looked in awe at Geneva. She appeared to know everything and her trumpet playing was real cool.
* * *
A week after Charlie's 18th birthday he faced his grim-faced parents with his 19-year old sister who'd just arrived after a 100-mile drive from college for the hastily-called family meeting.
"What is it mom?" Rose said kissing her mom. "Have you got cancer?"
"Shut up and sit down. Something appalling has happened."
Charlie was relieved to hear that. He'd been worried that one of the neighbors had seen him riding the Harley flat out on the highway when he'd promised his parents to not exceed 50 mph.
Rose was still getting over her mom telling her to shut up. Her mom never spoke to her like that. She whispered to Charlie, "Oh god, they are divorcing. Mom has found out dad is shafting his PA."
"She's sixty-five."
"Oh then dad caught the lawn mower man shafting mom."
"I reckon he's gay."
"Oh."
Robert brought in wine for Rose, whiskey and soda for Beryl and beer for his son and himself.
"This is so distressing," Beryl sniffed into her glass.
Charlie watched his dad pat his dick and wondered what that was about.
"I'm pregnant," shrieked Beryl.
Rose dropped her glass that smashed on the coffee table. She began crying and said, "You can't be, that's impossible. You're thirty-nine and had Charlie eighteen years ago. You're mistaken. You must have cancer."
"Doctor Christensen has confirmed your mother is pregnant," Robert said, placing an arm around his wife.
"But people at your age don't fuck," Rose said irrationally, quite forgetting she'd only minutes before had suggested adultery scenarios to her younger brother.
Rose's parents stared at her as if wondering what on earth was the use of an expensive college on a daughter as ignorant as Rose.
"Well I don't believe it," Rose grinded on, unable to believe it. "Doc Christensen has made a mistake mom. Never in a thousand years would you embarrass your family like that."
Her mom began a watershed and her father glared at Rose and growled, "Doc Christensen doesn't make mistakes of this magnitude. I know this is crazy Rose. For years your mother worried about you getting pregnant when all the time I should have been checking that your mother was religiously taking her contraceptive pills."
"Leave religion out of this," sobbed Beryl irrationally.
"Well I guess it's a bit of an upset," Charlie said. "You know like Rose I had no idea you two still did it as your age. However I've always thought you could be great in bed mom."
"Charlie!" shouted his parents and sister.
"What?"
"Christ son there are some things you never say to a woman. Haven't you learned anything about life?"
"Get off your high horse dad; that was a compliment."
Rose goaded, "Hit him dad."
"Nah that would be hypocritical of me. What Charlie said is the truth. Your mom is simply amazing in bed."
Beryl smiled at her husband through her tears and kissed him and Rose began picking up broken glass muttering, "Oh god, I have such a dysfunctional family."
Charlie said, "Well mom are you opting for an abortion or farming out the new-born kid to a couple in need as recommended by your church?"
"Shut your dirty mouth you pro-abortionist," yelled his mom. "No I'm not. We have decided to rear our baby like we did with your two."
Rose cried, "Oh god mom, I will be so embarrassed when our neighbors and my friends learn about this."
"Tough," snarled her mom. "If you feel like that don't ever return to this home."
"Mom you can't do that to me, I'm your daughter and first-born," Rose wept.
"Come on son," said Robert and kissed his wife. ""Let's go down to Amy's bar for a drink. You two gals join us when you have overcome your complex emotional crises."
"Don't abandon us," cried Beryl.
"We're not and you know where we are," Robert said, unhooking her grip. "As soon as you two sort yourselves out come down to the bar."
At the door Charlie turned, "Mom if you are pregnant you should be off alcohol."