70's Porno Music

Beverly

Feb. 6. 1973

Today I met Roper. At 4:17. p.m. At Marty's. I couldn't previously imagined what he looked like so seeing him generally would be a surprise.

He was tall, skinny, and beautiful.

He called me earlier that day at around 3 p.m., whispering if we were still on for the unofficial date. I didn't know we had a meeting.

He reminded me about an early morning conversation where I must have already been high. I agreed to meet him anyway.

His eyes were this really deep color where I couldn't name the shade. There was no window to the soul. He was a difficult person to read.

When we sat down, Roper handed me a pack of batteries. He said they were for Baby the Bunny.

We talked about his job. He said he wrote songs for people. He spent a lot of time at home munching on packs of sour candy and occasionally smoking cigarettes.

I asked him who he's written for and he wouldn't tell me, just sip on his milkshake ask me a question.

I lied to him. Told him I was a playboy bunny. He didn't seem like the type of guy into those mags so he couldn't know the truth behind my fib.

Roper looked completely unbothered by it. I told him images of my body were processed around the world and his expression didn't change.

I couldn't tell him I was really a porn star.

He was so genuine that telling him I pleasured men for a living was hard. Normally, I wasn't ashamed of it. It was what I did. But when it came to simply looking at this man, I couldn't do it.

Roper bought me more milkshakes. Two strawberry and one vanilla. He continued on with his chocolate shakes with extra cherries. After too many, we held our stomach and stumbled ourselves out the diner. It was seven. It was cold. You could see the lights in the buildings.

On the unofficial date, I let Roper wrap his arm around my shoulder. I was warm. Really warm. He told that he liked my red lipstick. I thanked him and as we walked down the sidewalks, he went from looking at my lips to where we were stepping.

His arms sat lightly on my faux fur coat. Roper was warm. Even with his cold eyes, what he said was so warm.

His mom was important to him. I could tell. He talked about her and her boyfriends with a smile on his face. He laughed a few times when he told me stories of them. There were a lot of men. Men with wives. Men with money. Men with unbearable breath. Men with no heart.

Roper said he never wanted to become like any of those men. But he admitted he did once he learned why his dad left. He became a man with no heart.

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A/N: I have a new story! It's called Lover's Liability! It's now on my profile with a chapter already up!