Reunion (The Monkees Family Vol. 3)

Chapter 21

Micky looked at his watch and saw that if he hurried, he could catch the last half of an AA meeting nearby.  He hailed a taxi and gave the driver his destination.  When he got there, the break was still in progress and he was greeted warmly with hugs and backslaps by numerous members.  Even though he had only been attending this meeting for a few weeks, he was greeted like a longtime member.  That's the way it was in AA.  You were part of the fellowship with no questions asked, and you were accepted unconditionally.  The only requirement for membership was the desire to stop drinking.  No dues, no fees, no loyalty oaths, no getting tossed out if you were a total asshole or if you relapsed.  Micky reflected somewhat sardonically that this seemed similar to the membership requirements for the Monkees family as well, barring the desire to want to stop drinking. 

As the meeting got back underway, Micky pondered what to do about Davy.  He had already proved through his conversation with Sharon that he was constitutionally incapable of hating him or wanting to see harm come to him, or to throw him out of the family like Davy had once lobbied to do to Micky.  That was probably because Micky knew what Davy was going through, had walked at least some of the path Davy was walking now.  Micky hadn't committed all the same sins, but he'd come near enough.  And he knew from his membership in AA that no one was irredeemable.  Still, he knew that for his own health and sanity, he had to cut off all unnecessary contact with Davy.  Just the thought of those things Davy had said to him about Gabby ...

Micky shuddered as he replayed snippets of what Davy had boasted and how they seemed to match up with the hints and details that Gabby had dropped about the night they had spent together.

"I FUCKED her!  Twice!  Didja know that?  I fucked her once at night and once the next morning."

This made Micky think about the most recent argument he and Gabby had in the bathtub before they left for England, when he had almost forced her to just tell her all the details of her night with Davy because she had said "I fucked Davy for a whole night and into the next early morning."  It made it all too horribly real.  Micky shivered and jumped in his seat, then rubbed his eyes, trying to eradicate the image from his mind. 

"I made her have this crazy orgasm that lasted for like five minutes."

That had to be the truth, too.  Micky knew because it was something he'd witnessed himself with Gabby many times.  In fact, he'd been the first one to witness it with Gabby.  They had been reuniting after the first time Gabby had cut off physical contact with him so that she could process the trauma she had suffered from their first fight, in the bathtub in Palm Springs.  He'd gone down on her and her orgasm lasted so long he'd decided to time it for scientific posterity, and they'd both been amazed and astounded when it clocked in at seven minutes.  And here came Davy, acting like he'd invented the wheel, like his sexual prowess was responsible for Gabby's bliss instead of Gabby's extraordinary body functioning on its own.  But there again, his words had the ring of absolute truth, because it just wasn't typical of a woman to have a minutes-long orgasm and Davy couldn't possibly know about that type of secret.  Gabby wouldn't have mentioned it to him offhandedly.  He had to have witnessed it firsthand.  Micky felt nauseous. 

"I gave her a full body massage with lilac oil afterwards so she wouldn't walk funny cuz I gave it to her so good."

There it was again!  Another reminder of the fight he and Gabby had had about Davy, or rather, the fallout from the fight, when he had forbidden her from telling him any more details about what she and he had gotten up to that night they spent together.  And then when he was giving her a massage the next day, he remarked upon their lack of having anything for him to rub into her skin and she freaked out before he could finish the sentence and he knew he'd trodden right onto a Davy landmine again.  Only this time, there was no way to diffuse the bomb.  He had forbidden her to discuss it and so she had to just obliquely warn him off and suffer miserably not only from the memory he'd triggered, but from not being able to open up to him and share her feelings.