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April 16, 2004

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Billy Samner, Omen of the Chevy

by Charles T. Peters jr.

Copyright 2004

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At age 22 Billy stood only in his boxer shorts looking at himself in a full-length mirror in a department store where he was trying on clothes. He could see the security camera in the dressing room and so he knew he might not be the only one looking at himself. For a moment he wondered if the person who might be watching the monitors were as unimpressed as he felt looking at his own reflection.

Billy stood 5'10 and weighed 175 pounds. His stomach wasn't firm but was slightly pudgy. He wished for six-pack abs but damned those exercises. He only had a slight amount of hair on his chest. He wondered if his chest might actually look sexier if he shaved the little bit of hair there off. His attention turned to the hair on his head. Even though he was just 22 his hair had already started streaking gray and he had started coloring it. He hadn't colored it in awhile and his gray roots were showing and the ends had that orange cast. Pushing his bangs away from his eyes his attention turned to his blue eyes. He had been told his eyes were his best feature. Course that was from a girlfriend who was trying to put makeup and lipstick on him for her own kinky reason.

Glancing down at his crotch he thought more about that girlfriend and the regret. Well, she wasn't really ever his girlfriend except for maybe one hot night. He and his family had just moved from Rockdale County to Dekalb County and were living in an apartment complex. One night he was camping out with a couple of friends behind the apartment building where he lived. A lot was happening in the complex that summer night. Thinking back he guessed everyone's hormones were raging cause a lot of people were walking around the complex and horsing around in the hot night air.

Billy thought about how he had left his two friends and went inside to get some food. When he returned his friends were gone. Later he learned a couple of older teenagers who were looking for his sister had bullied them and they had gone home. He wished he had been there because at the time there was nothing he liked better than fighting. He also liked disinteresting boys who were interested in his sister. He prided his record on keeping his sister dateless.

Billy didn't know what had happened to his friends or where they had gone. He thought they might be at the swimming pool since they had talked earlier about swimming. So he left the potato chips and soft drinks he had gone after in the small tent.

Billy walked around the apartment building to the parking lot. He walked by a red mustang convertible with a couple of older teenage boys in it drinking beer and making smart-ass remarks to a couple of girls leaning up against a nearby yellow Volkswagen. Billy interrupted by suggesting to the boys that they made a nice couple and for them to go rent a motel room. The girls laughed and ran over to another girl standing near the fence outside the pool area. One of the teenage boys threw an unopened can of beer at Billy trying to hit him on the head. Billy managed to catch the can of beer and trying to look cool he popped the lid. He wasn't holding the can too steady and he spilt some on his shirt as he tilted the can up to his lips to take a swig. Then Billy laughed, "Thanks man. Rock on David Bowie." The boys laughed and drove off.

Still drinking on the beer, Billy walked over to the pool where the three teenage girls stood. He hadn't seen the two who had been near the Volkswagen clearly but now in the light from the pool area he could see them better. He could see they were older than him and one had breast like he couldn't believe. But besides having big knockers she was butt ugly. He could see why the boys had been teasing her.

One of the girls saw the spilt beer on his shirt. She said, "Man, if my mom found and smelt that on my shirt I would be in such trouble."

Billy handed the half empty can of beer to the big-breasted butt ugly girl and pulled off his shirt. "No problem, I'll just soak the shirt in the pool."

The girl holding the beer can intentionally poured some of the beer on Billy's pants. "Guess you are going to have to take your pants off and soak them in the pool also."