"She found fame and made her name,
A Hollywood director came into town,
And said to her,
How'd you like to be a star?
You're a girl that could go far,
'specially dressed the way you are,
She smiled at him,
Gave her pretty head a shake,
That was Lady G's mistake,
A-hey-hey-hey,
Lady Godiva...."
Sharon turned and ran away from me and, considering the present company, I determined it prudent to let her go,...as it would not behove me to give a pregnant woman a wedgie in the middle of her living room on a hot August day.
She was also a pregnant woman who had just declared that she had to urinate immediately and with great urgency, no less.
I am most decidedly not one of those types of guys who don't know when to quit. Not knowing when to quit will always make one tarry into the realm of buffoonery.
The entire group of us were now somewhat bored and growing impatient with the tardiness of Voytek.
Abigail decided to go on the porch and look at her new bike.
"Hey Dan and Jay,...do a think you could you move these steamer trunks so I can move my bike", she said.
Jay and I dutifully went onto the porch and dragged the steamer trunks inside the door. The appearance of said made Sharon remember her underwear that was so close and yet so far.
"Is there anyway we can get inside of those trunks, Danny?"
"I could break the locks open if you want,...but the trunks would be pretty much trashed after that".
She thought about it for a moment.
"Nah,..nevermind. Roman will be home Tuesday. I suppose I can wait until then,..but it's your guy's loss because this underwear is pretty hot".
I turned to Jay and said under my breath,
"Yeah,...what a shame. It's not like we don't see her in her panties all the time".
Jay just smiled and quipped,
"Like to see her change them once in a while. The same flower print gets kinda boring,...not to mention that coffee stain on her hip".
He paused and thought about it for a moment.
"At least, I HOPE that's just a coffee stain".
"What are you guys talkin' about?” Sharon said, "didn't your mama’s ever tell you that it's not polite to whisper"?
Abigail was having' hard time getting the bike to move and was getting' kind of aggravated with the fact that it wouldn't roll backward.
"What the hell?” she said. "Why won't this thing go?"
I looked behind me to see what the trouble was,... and then walked out onto the porch to see if I could be of some assistance to Lady F.
I took the bike and casually kicked the kick-stand into the up position.
"There", I said. "Now it will roll. You see that long arm down there, it’s called a kick-stand. You move it down with your toe when you want the bike to stand on it's own. You have to put it up when you want to ride it, Abigail".
"Oh", was all she said. She seemed tickled that she just learned something of a mechanical nature. Like it was an oddity to her.
I stepped back inside and whispered to Jay,
"Broad buys a bike and doesn't even know how to ride it?,...Geez, Louise, Sebring....people with money...."
He laughed and said that he never learned how to ride a bike,...then added that he doesn't own one either.
I just looked at him incredulously.
"You never learned how to ride a bike, Sebring"?
He just smirked and said he never got around to it.
I took him by the arm and led him out onto the porch.
"Abigail,...can I borrow your bike for a minute?", I said.
"Sure. Just don't scratch it."
She leaned the bike over to me and I asked her if she would be good enough to go check on Beasly. She just ran through the living room and was heading to her and Voytek's room as we spoke, I lied.
This somewhat put the alarm in her and she was gone in an instant.
I took the bike and said to Sebring, "Let's go".
We walked hurriedly down the crescent shaped walk and into the parking area.
I held the bike steady and slapped the seat as an indicator that he should get on. He laughed and did it. It was imperative that there were no women watching, as he knew, as well as I, that some moments were not meant for the prying eyes of the female gender. We made sure we were alone.
"It's easy. You already have the inbred sense of balance, my friend. Steer and balance. Don't worry about pedaling because there's a bit of an embankment towards the backyard. Steer and balance", I said.
He just nodded his head in agreement and with determination. He was focused.
It was my reasoning that he could get this wrapped up in a matter of minutes. He was, after all, thirty five years old and this shouldn't be a hard thing.
I let him get his feet on the pedals while I held the bike steady. He gripped the handle bars and I began to walk him towards the garage until he got enough speed to let the balance click in. I let him go.
At the very moment I let him go, the front tire began to swing back and forth as his speed increased. His legs jutted out in a futile attempt to gain the balance that he so desperately need in this moment of truth.
It wasn't lookin' so good.
For some unknown reason, he began to ring the bell that was located on the handle bars,...as if this would help him gain the balance he so dearly needed at this particular moment in life.
cha-ching,...cha-ching
I watched in silence and in horror as he careened out of control toward the steps on the side of the garage.
He hit the side of the garage, head on, and fell off the bike. I ran over to him, to see if he was alright, only to find him convulsing hysterically.
"Are you cryin' or are you laughin'?", I asked, as he lay on the small patch of grass,...with a newly acquired grass stain on his knee.
"Laughing", he said.
He got up and declared, "Ok,....enough of that for now. We're not gonna learn to ride a bike today,..."
I pulled him up and he shook off the fall.
I got the bike up and noticed that the handle bars were no longer aligned with the front tire and that there was a big scratch on the shiny fender. There was also a big patch of grass stuck in the gears.
"Let's just leave this here for now", I said, leaning the bike against the garage.
Jay couldn't stop laughing.
"You never said how to stop, Dan".
"Touche',...I didn't. Sorry....you pedal backwards to stop. I should have told you that. Sorry."
He was still laughing.
Just then the gate swung open and Abigail's red Firebird pulled in.
"'bout freakin time", Jay said.
"Hallelujah", I said.
I knew that, at this point, the chemistry of the house was going to change. There's just something' about the elephant in the living room that changes the feel of everything. We all would have to adapt to this new element for the rest of the evening.
At that moment, I wasn't sure what to expect. Was he going to be trashed? Was he going to be in a good mood or a bad mood? How was Abigail going to be with him?
Their relationship was already strained,...and this tardiness in the wake of our impending dinner arrangements might have added an extra strain onto the night's events.
The car parked and the door opened. Voytek climbed out. He was wearing a vest with purple shirt under it. Black pants with little purple flowers on them,...he leaned back into the car and pulled out a big, ol' buccaneer hat and put it on his head.
"Great" Jay sarcastically said,...knowing that this was the precursor to the pulse of the evening.
Voytek stood there for a moment. He seemed to be slightly swayin' back and forth. He looked over the horizon for a minute, casually surveying' his domain.
I finally yelled over to him.
"Hey Voytek!,...It's about freakin' time, man!"
He turned around and saw us. I waved at him and he waved back,...by moving his index finger up and down in a very flit manner.
"Geez" Jay said. "He's gone, man".
"No shit" was my only response.
"How do you like my new hat? It was six bucks at this costume store on Sunset," he offered.
Jay turned to me and said, "Gib is not gonna like this".
Just then Beasly came out to the front yard. She looked at Voytek and his newly acquired head gear,... and immediately made tracks to my side as it scared the bejesus out of her.
"Here, doggy, doggy, doggy", Voyteck said to Beas, in his Polish accent.
"Leave the dog alone, Voytek. She doesn't like to be startled by Pollacks wearin' pirate hats", I said.
He stood there for a moment,.... and then let out a slight burp while pattin' his stomach.
Jay and I walked over to him.
Voytek was always one of these people who truly made me uncomfortable. I don't know why. Maybe it was because he was so tall. Maybe it's because Abigail changes into another person when he is around. Maybe it was his apparent lack of control when it came to illicit substances. Maybe it was because he always has some kind of sinister undertone to the way he makes a living.
Maybe it was because he wears pants with little purple flowers on them.
Whatever the reason, it was good enough for me. I'm just glad that we were only friends by association. A direct friend like that would probably waste a lot of my time.
"You really have a poor sense of timing, Voytek," Jay said. "We've been waiting all day for you. Where you been?"
"I took Suzan to the house on Woodstock and then we went down to Witold's gallery for a while. What were you waitin' for? Am I late for somethin'"?
Jay reached up and rubbed the bridge of his nose between his index finger and thumb.
"We're goin' to dinner. I told you that this morning", Jay replied
"Oh,...yeah,...you did say something about that, my American friend. I forgot,...sorry".
I looked at Jay and he just subtly shook his head in disgust.
Voytek turned to me and asked what kind of mood Lady F was in,...as if we were compadres and my disclosing this aspect of Lady F's state of mind would somehow bring us closer together in the long run.
"She's fine, Voytek. Why don't you go say hello to her?” was my only response,..not wanting to take the bait.
"Why don't we all go inside and have a drink?", was his response to my suggestion that he go and say hello to his supposed significant other.
Jay turned and started walking towards the front door. I think he was disgusted with Voytek and was probably kicking himself for not leaving for El Coyote when he had the chance. Beasly and I followed him up the walk.
As we walked into the foyer, Sharon and Abigail were sittin' on the couch.
"Voytek's here", was the only lackluster declaration that Jay could seem to muster about this late arrival.
I walked into the living room and sat down at the desk and started nervously fidgeting with a plastic tape dispenser. The mood had definitely changed.
When Voytek appeared in the doorway, Abigail glared at him and rose from the couch. She silently walked to her bedroom and shut the door. Sharon stared at the fireplace.
"Don't say hello all at once", Voytek said.
I felt as if I had to chime in and give him my two cents.
"Kinda been waitin' on you, Voytek", I said.
He turned to Jay and asked of Joel had gotten there yet.
"No", Jay said. "I talked to him earlier and he said that he might be a few minutes late,...unlike you, who can't even make a phone call".
"Alright,...alright, already...I'm sorry. Sharon, I'm sorry. I forgot about the dinner tonight", he said. He turned and yelled down the hall to Abigail,
"I'm sorry, Gib. I didn't know I was runnin' that late,....forgive me?"
There's just something about that term that always blanched my hide. I think it's because it's always used as the cure-all for those moments when something goes awry and the blame can be diverted by saying' those two simple words. If he was any man at all, he would have walked down the hall and humbly talked to Abigail in the first person,.... instead of through a door at the end of the hall.
If there was a redeeming quality about Voytek, I was hard pressed to find it. I mean, he seems, at times, to be very engaging. It's just that the chemical use has all but stripped away any endearing charm he may have once had.
I felt I had to stick another two cents in.
“Voytek, the hat ain’t helpin’ your case much.”
Why Abigail puts up with him for as long as she does, indeed, remains a mystery....
A Hollywood director came into town,
And said to her,
How'd you like to be a star?
You're a girl that could go far,
'specially dressed the way you are,
She smiled at him,
Gave her pretty head a shake,
That was Lady G's mistake,
A-hey-hey-hey,
Lady Godiva...."
Peter And Gordon
Lady Godiva
Lady Godiva
Sharon turned and ran away from me and, considering the present company, I determined it prudent to let her go,...as it would not behove me to give a pregnant woman a wedgie in the middle of her living room on a hot August day.
She was also a pregnant woman who had just declared that she had to urinate immediately and with great urgency, no less.
I am most decidedly not one of those types of guys who don't know when to quit. Not knowing when to quit will always make one tarry into the realm of buffoonery.
The entire group of us were now somewhat bored and growing impatient with the tardiness of Voytek.
Abigail decided to go on the porch and look at her new bike.
"Hey Dan and Jay,...do a think you could you move these steamer trunks so I can move my bike", she said.
Jay and I dutifully went onto the porch and dragged the steamer trunks inside the door. The appearance of said made Sharon remember her underwear that was so close and yet so far.
"Is there anyway we can get inside of those trunks, Danny?"
"I could break the locks open if you want,...but the trunks would be pretty much trashed after that".
She thought about it for a moment.
"Nah,..nevermind. Roman will be home Tuesday. I suppose I can wait until then,..but it's your guy's loss because this underwear is pretty hot".
I turned to Jay and said under my breath,
"Yeah,...what a shame. It's not like we don't see her in her panties all the time".
Jay just smiled and quipped,
"Like to see her change them once in a while. The same flower print gets kinda boring,...not to mention that coffee stain on her hip".
He paused and thought about it for a moment.
"At least, I HOPE that's just a coffee stain".
"What are you guys talkin' about?” Sharon said, "didn't your mama’s ever tell you that it's not polite to whisper"?
Abigail was having' hard time getting the bike to move and was getting' kind of aggravated with the fact that it wouldn't roll backward.
"What the hell?” she said. "Why won't this thing go?"
I looked behind me to see what the trouble was,... and then walked out onto the porch to see if I could be of some assistance to Lady F.
I took the bike and casually kicked the kick-stand into the up position.
"There", I said. "Now it will roll. You see that long arm down there, it’s called a kick-stand. You move it down with your toe when you want the bike to stand on it's own. You have to put it up when you want to ride it, Abigail".
"Oh", was all she said. She seemed tickled that she just learned something of a mechanical nature. Like it was an oddity to her.
I stepped back inside and whispered to Jay,
"Broad buys a bike and doesn't even know how to ride it?,...Geez, Louise, Sebring....people with money...."
He laughed and said that he never learned how to ride a bike,...then added that he doesn't own one either.
I just looked at him incredulously.
"You never learned how to ride a bike, Sebring"?
He just smirked and said he never got around to it.
I took him by the arm and led him out onto the porch.
"Abigail,...can I borrow your bike for a minute?", I said.
"Sure. Just don't scratch it."
She leaned the bike over to me and I asked her if she would be good enough to go check on Beasly. She just ran through the living room and was heading to her and Voytek's room as we spoke, I lied.
This somewhat put the alarm in her and she was gone in an instant.
I took the bike and said to Sebring, "Let's go".
We walked hurriedly down the crescent shaped walk and into the parking area.
I held the bike steady and slapped the seat as an indicator that he should get on. He laughed and did it. It was imperative that there were no women watching, as he knew, as well as I, that some moments were not meant for the prying eyes of the female gender. We made sure we were alone.
"It's easy. You already have the inbred sense of balance, my friend. Steer and balance. Don't worry about pedaling because there's a bit of an embankment towards the backyard. Steer and balance", I said.
He just nodded his head in agreement and with determination. He was focused.
It was my reasoning that he could get this wrapped up in a matter of minutes. He was, after all, thirty five years old and this shouldn't be a hard thing.
I let him get his feet on the pedals while I held the bike steady. He gripped the handle bars and I began to walk him towards the garage until he got enough speed to let the balance click in. I let him go.
At the very moment I let him go, the front tire began to swing back and forth as his speed increased. His legs jutted out in a futile attempt to gain the balance that he so desperately need in this moment of truth.
It wasn't lookin' so good.
For some unknown reason, he began to ring the bell that was located on the handle bars,...as if this would help him gain the balance he so dearly needed at this particular moment in life.
cha-ching,...cha-ching
I watched in silence and in horror as he careened out of control toward the steps on the side of the garage.
He hit the side of the garage, head on, and fell off the bike. I ran over to him, to see if he was alright, only to find him convulsing hysterically.
"Are you cryin' or are you laughin'?", I asked, as he lay on the small patch of grass,...with a newly acquired grass stain on his knee.
"Laughing", he said.
He got up and declared, "Ok,....enough of that for now. We're not gonna learn to ride a bike today,..."
I pulled him up and he shook off the fall.
I got the bike up and noticed that the handle bars were no longer aligned with the front tire and that there was a big scratch on the shiny fender. There was also a big patch of grass stuck in the gears.
"Let's just leave this here for now", I said, leaning the bike against the garage.
Jay couldn't stop laughing.
"You never said how to stop, Dan".
"Touche',...I didn't. Sorry....you pedal backwards to stop. I should have told you that. Sorry."
He was still laughing.
Just then the gate swung open and Abigail's red Firebird pulled in.
"'bout freakin time", Jay said.
"Hallelujah", I said.
I knew that, at this point, the chemistry of the house was going to change. There's just something' about the elephant in the living room that changes the feel of everything. We all would have to adapt to this new element for the rest of the evening.
At that moment, I wasn't sure what to expect. Was he going to be trashed? Was he going to be in a good mood or a bad mood? How was Abigail going to be with him?
Their relationship was already strained,...and this tardiness in the wake of our impending dinner arrangements might have added an extra strain onto the night's events.
The car parked and the door opened. Voytek climbed out. He was wearing a vest with purple shirt under it. Black pants with little purple flowers on them,...he leaned back into the car and pulled out a big, ol' buccaneer hat and put it on his head.
"Great" Jay sarcastically said,...knowing that this was the precursor to the pulse of the evening.
Voytek stood there for a moment. He seemed to be slightly swayin' back and forth. He looked over the horizon for a minute, casually surveying' his domain.
I finally yelled over to him.
"Hey Voytek!,...It's about freakin' time, man!"
He turned around and saw us. I waved at him and he waved back,...by moving his index finger up and down in a very flit manner.
"Geez" Jay said. "He's gone, man".
"No shit" was my only response.
"How do you like my new hat? It was six bucks at this costume store on Sunset," he offered.
Jay turned to me and said, "Gib is not gonna like this".
Just then Beasly came out to the front yard. She looked at Voytek and his newly acquired head gear,... and immediately made tracks to my side as it scared the bejesus out of her.
"Here, doggy, doggy, doggy", Voyteck said to Beas, in his Polish accent.
"Leave the dog alone, Voytek. She doesn't like to be startled by Pollacks wearin' pirate hats", I said.
He stood there for a moment,.... and then let out a slight burp while pattin' his stomach.
Jay and I walked over to him.
Voytek was always one of these people who truly made me uncomfortable. I don't know why. Maybe it was because he was so tall. Maybe it's because Abigail changes into another person when he is around. Maybe it was his apparent lack of control when it came to illicit substances. Maybe it was because he always has some kind of sinister undertone to the way he makes a living.
Maybe it was because he wears pants with little purple flowers on them.
Whatever the reason, it was good enough for me. I'm just glad that we were only friends by association. A direct friend like that would probably waste a lot of my time.
"You really have a poor sense of timing, Voytek," Jay said. "We've been waiting all day for you. Where you been?"
"I took Suzan to the house on Woodstock and then we went down to Witold's gallery for a while. What were you waitin' for? Am I late for somethin'"?
Jay reached up and rubbed the bridge of his nose between his index finger and thumb.
"We're goin' to dinner. I told you that this morning", Jay replied
"Oh,...yeah,...you did say something about that, my American friend. I forgot,...sorry".
I looked at Jay and he just subtly shook his head in disgust.
Voytek turned to me and asked what kind of mood Lady F was in,...as if we were compadres and my disclosing this aspect of Lady F's state of mind would somehow bring us closer together in the long run.
"She's fine, Voytek. Why don't you go say hello to her?” was my only response,..not wanting to take the bait.
"Why don't we all go inside and have a drink?", was his response to my suggestion that he go and say hello to his supposed significant other.
Jay turned and started walking towards the front door. I think he was disgusted with Voytek and was probably kicking himself for not leaving for El Coyote when he had the chance. Beasly and I followed him up the walk.
As we walked into the foyer, Sharon and Abigail were sittin' on the couch.
"Voytek's here", was the only lackluster declaration that Jay could seem to muster about this late arrival.
I walked into the living room and sat down at the desk and started nervously fidgeting with a plastic tape dispenser. The mood had definitely changed.
When Voytek appeared in the doorway, Abigail glared at him and rose from the couch. She silently walked to her bedroom and shut the door. Sharon stared at the fireplace.
"Don't say hello all at once", Voytek said.
I felt as if I had to chime in and give him my two cents.
"Kinda been waitin' on you, Voytek", I said.
He turned to Jay and asked of Joel had gotten there yet.
"No", Jay said. "I talked to him earlier and he said that he might be a few minutes late,...unlike you, who can't even make a phone call".
"Alright,...alright, already...I'm sorry. Sharon, I'm sorry. I forgot about the dinner tonight", he said. He turned and yelled down the hall to Abigail,
"I'm sorry, Gib. I didn't know I was runnin' that late,....forgive me?"
There's just something about that term that always blanched my hide. I think it's because it's always used as the cure-all for those moments when something goes awry and the blame can be diverted by saying' those two simple words. If he was any man at all, he would have walked down the hall and humbly talked to Abigail in the first person,.... instead of through a door at the end of the hall.
If there was a redeeming quality about Voytek, I was hard pressed to find it. I mean, he seems, at times, to be very engaging. It's just that the chemical use has all but stripped away any endearing charm he may have once had.
I felt I had to stick another two cents in.
“Voytek, the hat ain’t helpin’ your case much.”
Why Abigail puts up with him for as long as she does, indeed, remains a mystery....
21 comments:
I SO want to believe in your bike riding foray, Danny...
I WANT these people to have laughed that day...maybe more for me than for them...
xxx...MsBurb
Thanks again, Dan, for a great chapter. Voytek mentioned Suzan? As in Rosemary LaBianca's daughter? Are you trying to tell us soemthing?
Hey, Carol,
Dan's off doing Danny-like things right now so I'll answer for him...
Suzan as in Jay's old girlfriend NOT the LaB Suzan...but good try! (wink, wink)
MsB
Thanks, MsBurb. I didn't realize Jay's old girlfriend was named Suzan.
One of MANY, I presume, but on that day, V was with this one...don't know why or how though...
I think this is the first time I've heard that V was with Jay's girlfriend. Wasn't Jay at his home with his girlfriend until his butler told him that Sharon was on the phone? Apparently Sharon asked him to come to her house. Then Jay dumped his lady friend and went to Sharon's for his last evening on earth.
Nooo, Carol, this was an OLD GF...not that gal he was with that day...:)
Oh. This is still the first time I have heard that V was with one of Jay's ex-girlfriends.
Noooo, not romantically, that we know of, just palling around that day...not much known, at least, to us...she was with him went he went out that day, to gallery, etc.
Gotcha. Thanks!
No probs...that's what we're here for...to screw with your mind...Brahahahahahhahahaha! (evil laugh)...juuuuuuuuust kidding!
Betcha you wish Danny was here instead to answer...he's not as demented...ahhh...hang on a sec...okay...yes, he is...just in a more artsy-fartsy way...:)
MsBurb, I just spoke with one of my friends who is an expert on all things Jay Sebring. She said that
your facts about Suzan are not correct. She said Suzan was not an old girlfriend, but a current one. They had spent the day (the day of the murders) in bed until V arrived. Suzan and V did indeed go to a gallery and Jay went to Sharon's house. Suzan was supposed to go back to Jay's house that Friday night but he didn't call her as he had promised, so she made other plans.
Okay, Carol, I stand corrected.
NOT an area I have done any real investigation on, I fear, tangential info not been of primary concern as I'm still investigating the core of the actions...
That's what I get for answering Danny's comments, huh? He would have known all this, I'm sure!
But thank-you for clearing that up and noting it in TLB2. I don't want to offer any false reads, that's for sure! :D
Thanks, again, Carol!
xxx...me.
Hey.
What's goin' on? Whattayou guys talkin' about? Did I miss anything?
How's it goin', Carol MR? Hey, B....did I miss anything?
Hey, how'd ja like the 5th chapter?...so, what's goin' on?
We talkin' 'bout anything important?
(Italian sub sandwich, here I come....awww-right!)
Hey, Carol...look whose baaaaaaaaaack?!!!
(MsBurb gracefully bowing out now...stage door right...tee hee)
Suzan Peterson.
In bed with Jay until 4 p.m.
(Geez, Louise. I wish I had that kind stamina...)
Voytek picks up Peterson at Jay's, goes to Witlod K's gallery. Witold makes fun of his pants.
VF and Suzan Peterson drive to the Woodstock house and listen to records that come in the mail.
VF drops her off at her place, VF goes to Cielo.
Suzan falls asleep (I wonder why that is? She was in bed till four p.m.)
VF gets killed, Suzan calls another boyfriend when she wakes up.
I think that's how it played out.
Dan
You're very welcome, MsBurb, but it's really my friend who knew that Suzan Peterson was Jay's current girlfriend. All I remembered was that when Jay got a phone call from Sharon, he dropped everything (and everyone) to go to Cielo. Dan, I loved the 5th chapter. Reading it sort of gave me a chill up my spine because you are getting closer to the time of...well, the murders.
Yes, Carol, I knew it was your contact/friend...:)
We're all here to learn, so for me, whoever has information is not as important as the accuracy of that information.
I love to learn from others, makes me see better the forest as well as the trees, you know...so never feel that you can't offer extra insight.
I have always learned more from others than I have ever learned on my own anyways, so keep it comin'!!! :D
MsBurb
Hello,
Just curious if chapter 6 is somewhere in the making. Really enjoyed the story thus far!
Hello,
Love the story. I was wondering if a sixth chapter is in the works. I would love to see how this plays out.
Thanks,
Andrew
It's comin, Andrew...it's comin'...have lit a fire under Dan...his a** is hot now, boy! :D
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