The Summer Of 1993

There Is Something Different About You

    Johnny got a haircut.  It was sort of a skater cut,  but he told me it was because of Ed Wood.  I missed his wild locks. I moved holding into them and running my hands through his hair when we kissed or made love.  He smelled so good.  He was never dirty or stinky like some people said he was.      

    "Did you stay?"
"I did.  It was so hot."
"I wanted you to."  He kissed my shoulders.   "There is just something so different about you,"
"As in?"
"You just look so pretty.  I cannot put my finger on it."
"Awww...".
"Now come here, I am lonely."

    We always made sure I was ready to go when the van got there.  However, I usually  reeked of sex and Marsha always noticed. 

     "You smell like a fish market,". She told me.  She took a drag in her cigarette.   "You being over there all the time is really going to make this leave harder.  You are going to have to learn that."
"He is just going to forget about me."
"He will.  I am sorry to say, but some afternoon when it's sunny and warm,  he will remember you.  It's just he will move on, and darling,in so will you."

    I burst into tears.

     "I really didn't mean to make you cry.  Darling, you are beautiful.  Stunning and if you lost that baby fat, took some acting classes, you could be an actress.   It's just that isn't in the cards for yiu.  Have your fun.  Have stories for your grandkids, and then move on.  It will be okay."   I cried most if the afternoon and over my supper in the rooming house.  

   
    "Stop crying', girlie," a woman said.   "We all have done a major superstar and regretted it.   I slept with Jon Voight."   She looked at her.  "Now, you have stories for your grandchildren."
"People keep telling me that."
"Now, go ride the hell out of him and enjoy your time."
"Is it because I am ugly?"
"Sweetie, celebrities are supposed to date the beautiful people and you and beautiful.  Midwest beautiful.   Marry yourself a nice man and keep these stories from him."

    Barbara would be a good friend to her.   She went to sleep that night.  Jamie was out partying with Sam,River, and Joaquin.   She as tired.  She woke up exhausted.   Johnny was there when she got there.   He had on a robe and boxers.  He motioned her to him. 

    "Why do you look so sad, doll?"
"I just don't want to leave."
"Sweetheart, I don't want you to leave, but become the best lawyer out there and then one defend me or represent me." 

He kissed me.  He was so soft and gentle.  He kissed down my neck and took off my maid tee shirt I had to wear.  He said, "if only people knew what you hid under here."
"I'm not too fat."
"I love your little tummy."  He patted it.   He kissed me.  "Since you can't be at the opening, I am getting dinners and we are going to eat in the club.  Then I am going to take you for a nice drive.  I wish I could keep you here, but get your law degree."

    Johnny went down on me and I watched.  I turned me on to watch him. Sometimes they were shut as he moved up and down and around.  This was never going to make "I never".  I let loose once and then again.  Johnny then let me repay the favor and he said, "God, I am going to miss this,".  I started to cry,   He dried my tears and then got on top of her and we had sex, he then rolled over with me on him.  He just looked at me as I tried not to cry.   I would cry in silence.  In the shower, in bed, and when I was alone.  Barbara did take me to dinner one night and talked about she was like me two decades ago, 

    We ate at a burger joint.  A guy thought we were mom daughter and asked if he could take us home.   She said, "No.". Barbara lived a rough life.  She partied and she was going to party that night.  "I wouldn't bring you,  you are too innocent, now Melissa down the hall, we party,".  She was an escort to the stars since the 1970's.  She had many men.  Her daughter is a famous actor's but she would never reveal the name.   Her daughter was going to school to be a teacher.   "It's isn't pretty, but it's life."   She took a drag on her cigarette.  "Let me guess who he is."   Susan looked at her.  Susan shrugged.  "Too innocent for Charlie Sheen.  Just not Woody Harrelson's type. Emilio maybe.  Brad Pitt perhaps.  I see with  your chickadee face with Johnny Depp." 

    I almost peed my pants. 

    "One of them is right,"  I said.  
"Emilio or Johnny."
"You will see tomorrow night."
"I'm will be hanging out the window.  I won't tell.  Please don't tell on me, I could cause a few Hollywood divorces."
"You got it,  I might have you see what my life is about as well.  Not do anything, but you want the full Hollywood experience, right?"

   I got home, told Jamie I was out with Barbara and she said, "The Hollywood Whore.  She sleeps with a lot of celebrities.  A lot."
"Really?"
"You look different."
"Why?"
"Your face.  You just look so much prettier."
"Really."
"I wish I didn't have to leave on the 8th."
"Well, you have some connections.  I see you as lawyer to the stars!"

    We both laughed.