Linda's Black Magic (Chapters 1 thru 3)(part of Story 13 to,"Voices out of Saigon")
Linda’s Black Magic
((Fall of 1985) (part III, to ‘Cassandra’s Delicatessen’))
Chapter I:
A Touch of Black Magic
Allen Pitman was now fifteen-years old, and Linda, thirty-one, and she bought him a year’s membership at the gym, the one she went to in Fayetteville, North Caroline. Allen showed it to his mother father, Rose and Paul (Rose and Paul Pitmen (owners of the ‘Pitmen Delicatessen, 1985, each 32-years old, having Allen, their son born when she was 17-yeaars old, pregnant, one year older than Linda Marie Macaulay).
Both Allen and Linda were seeing each other on the sly, when the parents were gone, she’d pull him to the floor, behind the counter, and there, right there, make love, as she ate a few items from the counter and he, Allen learned his way about a woman’s body.
“Are you done Allen?” she asked. And he’d always say yes, and then a minute late say “Wait, one more time…!” And this went on for several months. Now he had a passport to her gym, and this was exciting. Etiquette was not her best virtue, but Allen couldn’t tell the difference, it was as it was, an affair, one he bragged about at school, but at the present, only to a few close friends, for the most part it was kept quiet. And Linda, had very few friends at this point, most of her school friends were long gone, married, or in the Army, or finishing up Graduated School, and going onto bigger things. Linda never went to collage, her looks were still pretty good, and she maintained a good shape. Allen didn’t know love from lust, but he did know he desired her, and perhaps took her fifteen times a week, if he could, and made love until he was sore. Somehow this impressed Linda, youth at it finest, if not most potent: she even called it, “Black Magic.” (As if she had a touch of Black Magic.)
She heard about Henry’s fortune, and that he left the country, not sure where he went, but perhaps somewhere along lifers line, when the world got smaller, she’d bump into him, she really won’t all that concerned at the moment. She still had the Cadillac automobile, Jason Hightower bought for her, and the same cloths he bought for her, and the watch, she never did buy anything beyond those items for herself, her ex husband, Henry, never bought her anything, so she claimed.
It was the tenth or perhaps fifteenth time, Allen and Linda went to the gym together. It would seem, she wanted to show him off, he looked eighteen years old if not older, which his gym card surprisingly indicated, and his mother Rose and Paul, never paid any attention to.
Linda’s Black Magic
Part III, to: Cassandra’s Delicatessen, Chapter Two: Allen Pitmen;
Chapter Three the Gym; (Story Thirteen)
(Chapter two: Allen Pitman) Allen’s face was peaceful, quiet and at night uncovered, and he dreamt of Linda, preoccupied with his puberty, growing up and what not, and what next, what adventure could he expect out of life. Life was a coconut for him, you just had to crack it open, and it all would be white and blissful inside; actually he felt funny some of the times when he was at the club with Linda Macaulay, he wasn’t sure that he suited her. He was a bit alarmed on some of the things she‘d do at the club, the one she and he attended, about two or three times a week.
He told her he wanted to move in with her, into her apartment with her, but she insisted he stay at home for at least until he was sixteen, another year, and that was a whole year off for him.
“No,” she said, with toxin eyes “It is way to early for us to be talking like that…moving in and all that kind of stuff.”
“Oh, I guess I see,” he replied, a tinge taken back, quietly taken back, with a deep ingestion of air.
“Living together isn’t what you think, not all it is made out to be, at that there High School you attend, not all that great, you kids think it is.”
He jerked his head to the right, out of her eye sight, he was pouting, and he was angry and a little embarrassed. She was telling him—in a motherly tone and way—you’re still a kid, good enough to frolic around with, to make love to, but don’t forget, you’re a kid with a hard leaded panicle, that is all.
“I’m sorry Allen,” Linda said as soon as she put two and two together, that her comment and gesture turned his composure into a show of displeasure, a sulk.
Although you could see in the a blink of her eye, she enjoyed the power she found she had over him, for good or evil, she had the treasure men seek, and lured over, fought over, and even kill over, like a spider to a fly, and he was seemingly caught in her web. This part she liked, the smile on her face said so, not quite a smile, more a grin, almost but not quite a smirk. It said so, it said, I can, and she did for the most part, control, if not out of looks and pretend anger, out of lustful movements, and tender touches. She liked being a woman; a woman with a touch of Black Magic, especially over him.
Allen said with a sigh, “I can get money for the rent, I have a…a savings for college, and it belongs to me, I can use it.”
“How is that?” asked Linda.
“I can take it out, it is not like stealing, I mean it is mine, I mean I can take it out little by little, so no one notices it,” said Allen with a high smile, as if he was cleaver.
“But there comes a point where there is nothing left, then what?” asked Linda.
“I’ll be old enough to marry you then!” replied Allen.
“I hate to say it again, but again you’re silly—money is too easy to earn than having to go to such lengths to get it…,” said Linda—but this time playing the big sister role.
Linda and Allen looked at each other a moment, then she said with sincerity in her voice and facial expressions to accommodate that sincerity, and even her arms were laid softly on his shoulders as if to express friendship, not playing the lover, “If ever anything beyond this period of time, beyond this moment, this season you might call it, if ever we come together become more serious than this ongoing romantic stage we are presently in, you will need a college degree to support me, and if not me, whomever you choose, today it is me for you, and you for me, I can’t seem to go beyond this point, and you at your young age shouldn’t.”
It was actually hard for her to overlook that money, perhaps a kind act, but should he take it out, she’d be blamed for it, and that in itself was an illegal, and she didn’t want a court action on this case, and making love to a miner was bad enough, yet she felt she had enough control to where she could black mail him if it came tot hat, meaning, she could yell rape, and that would stop any ongoing legal action. But it had not come to nearly that at all.
“Ok,” said Allen Pitmen, “when I’m sixteen, we’ll take up this discussion again, alright?” he asked.
“Ok, when you’re sixteen, and not until, it gets a little trying on the nerves,” said Linda, with a sigh of relief that it all turned out well for the interim.
Allen looked at Linda, “I’m not afraid to work, or wait,” he expressed with a jolly tone, and a bold looking extended chest, and then jerked his head to the right side, and gave the world an empty look, as if he gained his pride back, saying, “We got to finish up Linda, I mean clean up the delicatessen, its almost eleven o’clock, and mom expects me home a quarter after, no later.”
Chapter Three
The Gym
Linda was in the sauna with Allen and a few other folks, club members of the gym, in Fayetteville, North Carolina, her having bought Allen a years membership, along with renewing hers.
The Assistant General Manager came in Tony Garcia, asked Linda to go and see the General Manager, Marcella Marco and that Allen could go along with them, it would seem he was part of the conversation, or would be, “And take your pizza off the hot rocks, this is no place for trying to use it as a grill, as you so often do,” said Tony with an arrogant tone, as if he had had enough of her style of improper etiquette in the gym, the others looked at the three and didn’t say a word. Linda grabbed the sandwich looking pizza, “Why not,” she said, “I’ll eat it on the way—I’m hungry.”
In the office, of the General Manager’s, a wind beat against the window, kind of masking enough noise as if to drawn out any unwanted tension with everyone’s nerves, she looked from the top of the window down, as if to pretend she was distracted, but she was just placing things in order, preparing for the confrontation. She knew she had done some unethical things at the gym, she had to, no one else was doing them but her, and if she didn’t she wasn’t as shrewd as people gave her credit for.
Linda had now focused her eyes on Marcella, “What is your complaint now on?” Said Linda, as if she was in charge because she had paid for two one year subscriptions for the used of the gym, and Marcella was simply the caretaker, no more than a hired janitor. Matter-of-fact, she walked up to her desk; put her hands on the desk top waiting for her complaint.
Marcella, said with a curious look, “You sure, Allen you are eighteen?”
Linda intervened quickly, “Is this it’s all about, his age?”
Said Marcela, lowering her head, “No, not really, not at the moment anyhow. It’s about you, and your etiquette, which means manners and gym protocol.”
“I know what it means,” replied Linda.
“Well, that’s one up on me, it would seem you either didn’t know, or you don’t care to know, or you simply don’t know but we’ve told you so many times you got to know, because you’ve violated our rules here at the gym for the past two years, this is not a new subject, it is as old as your first day arrival here. Do you see anyone else cooking sandwiches in the sauna?” asked Marcella, adding, “no you don’t, and you’ve continued to take off your sweaty shoes and leave a hair dryer in them, while you take a shower, the Assistant Manager has told you time after time not to do that, again I ask, do you see anyone else doing that? I’ll answer that for you—no! You don’t. And then you go out of the locker room butt naked and weigh yourself on the scale, in the hallway, and you of course get your attention from the guys, and so forth and so on. I won’t ask if you see anyone else do that, the boy looks like he’s embarrassed enough, and you, you are so unembarrassed, it makes me assumed I allowed this to continue so long…and still this is not the number one violation, you go take your yoga lessons, and do not wear any pants, I mean underpants, and all the guys are now paying $20 ahead to sit close to you, people are fighting in the hallway to get into the yoga class to get a view of you.”
Linda almost wanted to laugh, but held back, Allen was in shock.
“Well Linda, what do you have to say for yourself, and here is your check back, if the boy wants to rejoin, he can, but you, you are not welcome here, ever, god forbid.”
Said Linda with her head held high, “Twenty dollars, ha! That’s a bargain for the view.”
Then grabbing the check, and Allen’s shoulder, she turned around walked straight out the door, and never looked back.
((Fall of 1985) (part III, to ‘Cassandra’s Delicatessen’))
Chapter I:
A Touch of Black Magic
Allen Pitman was now fifteen-years old, and Linda, thirty-one, and she bought him a year’s membership at the gym, the one she went to in Fayetteville, North Caroline. Allen showed it to his mother father, Rose and Paul (Rose and Paul Pitmen (owners of the ‘Pitmen Delicatessen, 1985, each 32-years old, having Allen, their son born when she was 17-yeaars old, pregnant, one year older than Linda Marie Macaulay).
Both Allen and Linda were seeing each other on the sly, when the parents were gone, she’d pull him to the floor, behind the counter, and there, right there, make love, as she ate a few items from the counter and he, Allen learned his way about a woman’s body.
“Are you done Allen?” she asked. And he’d always say yes, and then a minute late say “Wait, one more time…!” And this went on for several months. Now he had a passport to her gym, and this was exciting. Etiquette was not her best virtue, but Allen couldn’t tell the difference, it was as it was, an affair, one he bragged about at school, but at the present, only to a few close friends, for the most part it was kept quiet. And Linda, had very few friends at this point, most of her school friends were long gone, married, or in the Army, or finishing up Graduated School, and going onto bigger things. Linda never went to collage, her looks were still pretty good, and she maintained a good shape. Allen didn’t know love from lust, but he did know he desired her, and perhaps took her fifteen times a week, if he could, and made love until he was sore. Somehow this impressed Linda, youth at it finest, if not most potent: she even called it, “Black Magic.” (As if she had a touch of Black Magic.)
She heard about Henry’s fortune, and that he left the country, not sure where he went, but perhaps somewhere along lifers line, when the world got smaller, she’d bump into him, she really won’t all that concerned at the moment. She still had the Cadillac automobile, Jason Hightower bought for her, and the same cloths he bought for her, and the watch, she never did buy anything beyond those items for herself, her ex husband, Henry, never bought her anything, so she claimed.
It was the tenth or perhaps fifteenth time, Allen and Linda went to the gym together. It would seem, she wanted to show him off, he looked eighteen years old if not older, which his gym card surprisingly indicated, and his mother Rose and Paul, never paid any attention to.
Linda’s Black Magic
Part III, to: Cassandra’s Delicatessen, Chapter Two: Allen Pitmen;
Chapter Three the Gym; (Story Thirteen)
(Chapter two: Allen Pitman) Allen’s face was peaceful, quiet and at night uncovered, and he dreamt of Linda, preoccupied with his puberty, growing up and what not, and what next, what adventure could he expect out of life. Life was a coconut for him, you just had to crack it open, and it all would be white and blissful inside; actually he felt funny some of the times when he was at the club with Linda Macaulay, he wasn’t sure that he suited her. He was a bit alarmed on some of the things she‘d do at the club, the one she and he attended, about two or three times a week.
He told her he wanted to move in with her, into her apartment with her, but she insisted he stay at home for at least until he was sixteen, another year, and that was a whole year off for him.
“No,” she said, with toxin eyes “It is way to early for us to be talking like that…moving in and all that kind of stuff.”
“Oh, I guess I see,” he replied, a tinge taken back, quietly taken back, with a deep ingestion of air.
“Living together isn’t what you think, not all it is made out to be, at that there High School you attend, not all that great, you kids think it is.”
He jerked his head to the right, out of her eye sight, he was pouting, and he was angry and a little embarrassed. She was telling him—in a motherly tone and way—you’re still a kid, good enough to frolic around with, to make love to, but don’t forget, you’re a kid with a hard leaded panicle, that is all.
“I’m sorry Allen,” Linda said as soon as she put two and two together, that her comment and gesture turned his composure into a show of displeasure, a sulk.
Although you could see in the a blink of her eye, she enjoyed the power she found she had over him, for good or evil, she had the treasure men seek, and lured over, fought over, and even kill over, like a spider to a fly, and he was seemingly caught in her web. This part she liked, the smile on her face said so, not quite a smile, more a grin, almost but not quite a smirk. It said so, it said, I can, and she did for the most part, control, if not out of looks and pretend anger, out of lustful movements, and tender touches. She liked being a woman; a woman with a touch of Black Magic, especially over him.
Allen said with a sigh, “I can get money for the rent, I have a…a savings for college, and it belongs to me, I can use it.”
“How is that?” asked Linda.
“I can take it out, it is not like stealing, I mean it is mine, I mean I can take it out little by little, so no one notices it,” said Allen with a high smile, as if he was cleaver.
“But there comes a point where there is nothing left, then what?” asked Linda.
“I’ll be old enough to marry you then!” replied Allen.
“I hate to say it again, but again you’re silly—money is too easy to earn than having to go to such lengths to get it…,” said Linda—but this time playing the big sister role.
Linda and Allen looked at each other a moment, then she said with sincerity in her voice and facial expressions to accommodate that sincerity, and even her arms were laid softly on his shoulders as if to express friendship, not playing the lover, “If ever anything beyond this period of time, beyond this moment, this season you might call it, if ever we come together become more serious than this ongoing romantic stage we are presently in, you will need a college degree to support me, and if not me, whomever you choose, today it is me for you, and you for me, I can’t seem to go beyond this point, and you at your young age shouldn’t.”
It was actually hard for her to overlook that money, perhaps a kind act, but should he take it out, she’d be blamed for it, and that in itself was an illegal, and she didn’t want a court action on this case, and making love to a miner was bad enough, yet she felt she had enough control to where she could black mail him if it came tot hat, meaning, she could yell rape, and that would stop any ongoing legal action. But it had not come to nearly that at all.
“Ok,” said Allen Pitmen, “when I’m sixteen, we’ll take up this discussion again, alright?” he asked.
“Ok, when you’re sixteen, and not until, it gets a little trying on the nerves,” said Linda, with a sigh of relief that it all turned out well for the interim.
Allen looked at Linda, “I’m not afraid to work, or wait,” he expressed with a jolly tone, and a bold looking extended chest, and then jerked his head to the right side, and gave the world an empty look, as if he gained his pride back, saying, “We got to finish up Linda, I mean clean up the delicatessen, its almost eleven o’clock, and mom expects me home a quarter after, no later.”
Chapter Three
The Gym
Linda was in the sauna with Allen and a few other folks, club members of the gym, in Fayetteville, North Carolina, her having bought Allen a years membership, along with renewing hers.
The Assistant General Manager came in Tony Garcia, asked Linda to go and see the General Manager, Marcella Marco and that Allen could go along with them, it would seem he was part of the conversation, or would be, “And take your pizza off the hot rocks, this is no place for trying to use it as a grill, as you so often do,” said Tony with an arrogant tone, as if he had had enough of her style of improper etiquette in the gym, the others looked at the three and didn’t say a word. Linda grabbed the sandwich looking pizza, “Why not,” she said, “I’ll eat it on the way—I’m hungry.”
In the office, of the General Manager’s, a wind beat against the window, kind of masking enough noise as if to drawn out any unwanted tension with everyone’s nerves, she looked from the top of the window down, as if to pretend she was distracted, but she was just placing things in order, preparing for the confrontation. She knew she had done some unethical things at the gym, she had to, no one else was doing them but her, and if she didn’t she wasn’t as shrewd as people gave her credit for.
Linda had now focused her eyes on Marcella, “What is your complaint now on?” Said Linda, as if she was in charge because she had paid for two one year subscriptions for the used of the gym, and Marcella was simply the caretaker, no more than a hired janitor. Matter-of-fact, she walked up to her desk; put her hands on the desk top waiting for her complaint.
Marcella, said with a curious look, “You sure, Allen you are eighteen?”
Linda intervened quickly, “Is this it’s all about, his age?”
Said Marcela, lowering her head, “No, not really, not at the moment anyhow. It’s about you, and your etiquette, which means manners and gym protocol.”
“I know what it means,” replied Linda.
“Well, that’s one up on me, it would seem you either didn’t know, or you don’t care to know, or you simply don’t know but we’ve told you so many times you got to know, because you’ve violated our rules here at the gym for the past two years, this is not a new subject, it is as old as your first day arrival here. Do you see anyone else cooking sandwiches in the sauna?” asked Marcella, adding, “no you don’t, and you’ve continued to take off your sweaty shoes and leave a hair dryer in them, while you take a shower, the Assistant Manager has told you time after time not to do that, again I ask, do you see anyone else doing that? I’ll answer that for you—no! You don’t. And then you go out of the locker room butt naked and weigh yourself on the scale, in the hallway, and you of course get your attention from the guys, and so forth and so on. I won’t ask if you see anyone else do that, the boy looks like he’s embarrassed enough, and you, you are so unembarrassed, it makes me assumed I allowed this to continue so long…and still this is not the number one violation, you go take your yoga lessons, and do not wear any pants, I mean underpants, and all the guys are now paying $20 ahead to sit close to you, people are fighting in the hallway to get into the yoga class to get a view of you.”
Linda almost wanted to laugh, but held back, Allen was in shock.
“Well Linda, what do you have to say for yourself, and here is your check back, if the boy wants to rejoin, he can, but you, you are not welcome here, ever, god forbid.”
Said Linda with her head held high, “Twenty dollars, ha! That’s a bargain for the view.”
Then grabbing the check, and Allen’s shoulder, she turned around walked straight out the door, and never looked back.
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