*Author's Note: Any and all persons engaging in any sexual activity are at least eighteen years of age.
Disclaimers: Yes I need an editor. No, I do not want an editor. Yes it jumps around too much, yes there's too many people to keep track of, yes it's too short, yes it's too long, yes it's in the wrong category, yes its stupid shit and yes I suck.
For those of you that have not hit the backspace key, I hope you enjoy this little tale.
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Chapter 1
Scott Collins drove his 1973 Chevrolet cargo van up to the house. He could see his father's battered old Ford pickup truck parked in the driveway, so he was extra cautious to park on the curb, not on the grass. Even though the grass was brown, entire spots completely barren, his father would not hesitate to start a fight with Scott over parking on his precious lawn.
"He'd here!" Jenny, Scott's nineteen year old sister squealed as she spotted Scott's van pull to a stop.
"What the hell is that?" Earl Collins snorted in disgust, looking at the bright orange van his oldest child was driving.
The van was devoid of any windows on sides and rear. The bright orange paint job had obviously been lacquered several times; there was real depth to the images airbrushed on the sides.
The side that was visible to Earl's disapproving glare showed a Spanish Galleon. On the shores of the scene were several Aztec women, scantily clad, greeting the conquistadors?
Jenny dashed outside and greeted the smiling Scott with a hard hug, and a kiss directly on his lips.
"Man! You looking good, you one foxy mama!" Scott praised.
She wore a tube top of bright red, stretch pants of lime green and a matching short sleeve jacket of lime green,. Her feet were jammed into platform soled half-boots.
"And where are y'all going?" Earl demanded drunkenly.
"Juicy's, sir," Scott answered for the both of them. "It's a disco in Oakleaf, right next to the college."
"You're responsible for your sister, hear?" Earl snarled. "Anything happens to her? Coming out of your hide, boy."
"Yes sir," Scott replied, almost saluting the large man.
"Okay, come on; we got to get Eduardo and Conchita," Jenny enthused as she waited for Scott to unlock the passenger door for her.
"Uh huh, let me guess. This Conchita? A real dog, right?" Scott teased as he helped Jenny clamber up into his van.
"No, I told you she's a fox," Jenny protested.
She looked around the interior of the van; she'd not been in it before. There was beige shag carpet running along the floor from front to rear, along the walls, even on the side panels of the doors, and on the roof of the van. There were four beige velour captain's chairs, two directly behind the front passenger and driver's seats.
There was a small refrigerator on the side behind the rear passenger's seat, then a pedestal with a fluffy mattress in the very rear of the van.
Led Zeppelin was blaring out of the four speakers that dotted the walls of the fan.
"Man, this is boss!" Jenny praised. "When'd you get this?"
"Buddy of mine's moving to Mexico," Scott said. "Had a choice; this or his Harley, so..."
"Reverend Hatfield says that love vans are rolling dens of iniquity, Sodom and Gomorrah on wheels," Jenny giggled.
"And Reverend Hatfield can bite the big one," Scott said.
Jenny gave him directions and soon they pulled up in front of the home of her latest boyfriend.
The house was much like the Collins' house, a wooden structure badly in need of paint, lawn dying in some spots, dead and barren in other spots.
Eduardo Vasquez was a pompous ass; Scott hated him on sight. He had his dark hair styled in the latest fashion, parted in the middle, layered in shag cut, and had a pencil thin mustache.
The conceited young man was dressed in snug polyester slacks and Scott couldn't swear to it, but he was sure that lump in the young man's slacks was a sock rolled up. His black fake silk shirt was unbuttoned to his navel, and he sported a thick fake gold chain and heavy gold crucifix.
His hands sported several rings, including a mood ring. Scott wondered why Eduardo's fingers were not green from the obviously fake gold he was wearing. Even his vinyl platform shoes looked cheap.
When introduced, Eduardo barely even acknowledged Scott.
Conchita was a girl of twenty, with narrow shoulders and wide hips and long black hair. She smiled prettily when introduced to Scott and Scott had to nod approval to his sister. Despite her pear shaped body, and the hint of a mustache on her upper lip, Conchita was reasonably attractive.
Jenny bounced happily, then dragged Eduardo to the rear passenger door of the van.
"Oh, Scott! Love the paint job!" Conchita complimented as she looked at the Spanish Galleon.
"Yeah, that is dynamite," Eduardo grudgingly agreed.
Jenny and Eduardo took the two rear captain's chairs. Scott almost pulled over when Eduardo suggested to Jenny that they might be more comfortable in the bed at the rear of the van.
"No," Jenny said before Scott could pull to the side of the road.
Then Eduardo pulled out a cigarette.
"No smoking in my van," Scott snapped, turning down the stereo.
Grumbling, Eduardo put the cigarette back into the pack.
Conchita and Scott talked, two people on a 'blind date' getting to know each other. She let him know she had two children; she'd been married to the father of the two boys, but he had gone to work one morning and had not returned. So, now she was living at home with her two sons, working as a waitress at the local Huddle House.
At Juicy's, there was a line. The two bouncers were diligently checking identifications; a sign announced that if you were not twenty one, you would not be permitted to enter. The music was pounding, and every time the door opened, the music blared.
"Scott! Hey, Scott, Amigo," one of the bouncers called out.
"Julio, my man! How you doing?" Scott smiled, herding his little group toward the smiling man.
They slapped palms then went through the ritual of shaking hands and moving into a brothers' handshake. Julio nodded in approval as Scott introduced Eduardo, Conchita, and his sister Jenny.
And then they were inside.
They managed to grab a table, Scott told Eduardo to order him a Jack and Coke and gave him a ten dollar bill. Conchita asked for a Jack and Coke also, then she and Scott went out onto the dance floor.
Eduardo bought four Jack and Cokes and managed to get back to the table without mishap.
"Come on; let's dance," Jenny squealed excitedly.
"What? Mama, I don't dance," Eduardo sneered.
