"Jethro, give me a call. I need to talk to you about something." I'll admit it, I was a bit surprised to find a text message from Roxy on my phone. I hadn't talked with her in a few weeks and for all intensive purposes had given up any hope of the two of us being together. I thought about ignoring her request, but that lasted all of two seconds. I called back immediately to see what she wanted.
"Jethro, I need you to do me a favor. Talk to your Chinese buddies and see if they will get me a room next weekend." No please, no 'how are you,' no nothing. "Get me a room next weekend. Talk to your Chinese friends. Go boy, go!" Whatever Roxy wants, Roxy gets. That is how things generally work with her majesty the queen, but not this time. I told her that she was on her own and that I was not going to talk with anyone about getting her a room - "You and I are through, remember? Get your own room." I was feeling very bold when I said that to her.
"Jethro, you fucking prick, don't get smart with me boy. Call your Chinese friends and see if they can get me a room at the Cosmopolitan next weekend. Do you understand?" When most people think of bullies they tend to picture the muscle bound ogre kicking sand in the face of some puny weakling at the beach. I am hear to tell you that is rarely the scenario. At the time - I was talking with a 5'4, 105-110lb, strawberry blond hair, blue eyed, short skirt wearing, Playboy looking, cocaine and vodka loving, California bred beauty. Who in my humble opinion is the biggest bully on the block. "No, I am not going to call them about a room. You will have to try some other place." I reiterated to her again.
"Jethro, don't be an asshole. I had something I was going to show you when I came to town, but since you're being so difficult you can forget it." I told myself I wasn't going to fall for any of her lines, but - as usual - I told myself wrong. "What is it that you were going to show me?" Right then and there she had me hooked. "Jethro, remember when I told you that I was going to have that special place of mine that you like so much pierced? Well I did it. I was going to show it to you, probably even let you play with it when I came to town. But since you're not going to help me out, well, no chance now." Oh boy - that special place she's referring to - well, I am going to save the details, but it's a nice place and I love going there. I then asked about her boyfriend. "Leaving him in San Diego," was her answer.
I told her that I would do what I could and that I would get back to her as soon as I knew something. She then says this to me - "Jethro, you are so fucking adorable. I knew that I could count on you. See if your friend can get a room that faces the strip. Let me know as soon as you hear something - Bye now." After she hung up - I felt bad - let's face it, Roxy ran roughshod over me again, and I told myself that wasn't going to happen. Fortunately for me, the thought of seeing and playing with her new piercing quickly squashed any feelings of inadequacy I had at the time.
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