Later, Randy and I decide to meet up with Josh at a new bar, called Franklin’s Super Bar and Grill, located on the corner where 4th and 15th
street intersect.
Tommy greets us with his arms out, and gives me a big, bear hug. He’s wearing a leather jacket, with a blue collared shirt, with light brown
khakis jeans. He literally looks like Josh Lucas trying out for James Dean in a movie set in the ‘50s.
(Side note: I haven’t finished law school yet, but I was accepted and still am currently enrolled as a law student.)
I say, “What’s up, Tommy? Going for the James Dean look? Ladies will love that! How’s life been treating ya?”
Tommy replies coolly as he put his arm around my neck, “Life’s being swell, you know? Passed the bar exam, as I’m sure you will in a few
years. Who’s the newbie? Are you going to tell me who this new fella is?”
Randy says sheepishly, “I’m Randy. Rachel’s older, twin brother. It’s a pleasure to meet you.”
As Randy smiles with a big grin, I can’t help but stare briefly at the sway of his hips and his wide smile, as I’m mesmerized by him, as I’m trying
to hide my crush on him (to which he already knows), while going on to communicate with him and Tommy. Those long legs, wide hips, full
ass, and thin waist…oh wait, I’m not supposed to be gawking at him. I keep forgetting Randy’s a man, now, and that we had fun, as he had
sex with my asshole.
As I keep trying to stop from staring at Randy, he has a dark brown, crewcut hair, with a dark brown goatee (painted on), while wearing a dark
blue collared shirt and skinny blue men’s jeans. I keep thinking to myself, he did such a good job of wearing that binder to strap his boobs
down.
I meant, chest. I love being best friends with Randy. If there’s anyone I’d go gay for, it’d be him. He is so hot. I meant handsome. Such a
ladies man. I meant… Damn, I should stop objectifying Randy as this male hottie in my thoughts. Rachel is so good looking, even as a man.
I meant, Randy. I need to talk to Tommy and Randy before my thoughts run wild.
Tommy replies back stating his name as he shakes Randy’s hand, “Tom. Pleased to meet you. So what are you boys up to lately? Tell me
what’s new in your lives.”
I say as a matter of factly, “Well, I’m was just touring around and was busy vacationing with Rachel, who’s been the family tour guide, until I ran
into a snafu a couple of days ago. A group of guys from a GM Van grabbed a man from a park bench, and then proceeded to chase after me,
as I managed to get away, all the while on foot.”
He said, “Wow.”
I go on to say, “They’re still chasing me, as I heard that they would be tapping all of my phone lines, so we had to just get the hell out of the
house.”
Tommy replies, “Wild story. Any word on what happened to Rachel?”
I said, “Well, I received a phone call from her, she said she was safe, but she left to go somewhere safe. In the meantime, her older brother is
keeping me company-“
Randy says coyly, “That’s me!”
I continue to say, “And now, we’re here.”
Tommy responds, “Incredible story. Let’s drink up.”
I say, “Here, here.”
We clink our glasses together, and proceed to drink. As we’re drinking and downing beers, Tommy talks to us as we exchange various
conversational topics.
Tommy then says to Randy, “So Randy, tell me your story. I’ve never heard about an older, twin brother…?”
Randy says sternly, “Well, I was born a couple minutes before Rachel, so I’m older than her by a little bit. I went to a Western Nebraska
Community College, and have been living with her ever since, which is where she introduced me to my boy, Josh.”
Tommy replies, “Cool. I’m co-hosting a beach party at Alexandra’s house. You guys should come. It’ll be a great. Be sure to wear swimming
gear, we’ve got a pool, a bar, big screen TVs, a dance floor and everything. It’s going to be a blast.”
I say enthusiastically, “Nice. We’ll do that.”
Tommy replies coolly, “Sweet. Meet up with me in a couple of hours.”
Randy excuses himself to use the men’s restroom, as I continue to talk with Tommy.
Another guy comes in. He’s bald, gruff Caucasian, and is wearing a dirty black suit, a pink collared shirt (it was white, but turned pink after
laundry), and black slacks. He must be in his 30s, and looks like he wants to beat someone up. The bouncer checks him for illegal weapons,
to which the bouncer is unable to find any.
He says to the bouncer as a matter of factly, “I’m looking for a Thomas Richard Phelps.”
The bouncer says, “Show some ID.”
He flashes his ID, and proceeds to walk in.
The bald guy says to Tommy, “Tom, who’s your company? Lose the fella, we need to talk.”
Tommy replies with disgust, “Aw Mitch, now’s not a good time. I really have to go.”
I ask Tommy, “Is there something wrong?”
Simultaneously, Mitch says, “In public settings, it’s Mr. Hastings to you, pal.”
He says, “I have to run. Just some business to do. Meet up with me at 4.”
That was weird. I don’t believe I’ve seen Mitch before, but he could be one of the mafia guys. Tommy wouldn’t be in the mafia. No. He’d
never betray me or my trust.
Mitch tells me, “Sir, we just have a conference meeting, so I assure you that there’s nothing to worry about. We just have to make some deals
on my company’s lease agreement to rent some space.”
Alleviated, I say, “That’s fine. What kind of work are you involved in, and how do you know, Tommy?”
Mitch says tersely before leaving, “I do construction. We work on projects concerning highways, roads, sidewalks, and other stuff. Tommy’s a
family friend, we go way back. Have fun at the house party.”
I say to him, “See ya.”
Randy comes back from the bathroom, as he says, “What was that all about?”
I say to him, “Tommy left to go make a quick business trip with a construction worker about rent issues. He’ll be back for the party.”
Randy says coolly, “Cool. Wanna get some swimming gear?”
I say, “Sure.”
Randy asks me worriedly, “If I get unisex swimming gear, they’ll find me out as physically different, right? If I wear men’s swimming gear, will
that suffice?”
I say, “We’ll figure it out. If you wear the latter, just cross your arms a lot, and don’t smile so much. We’ll be fine.”
We down one more drink slowly, before leaving.