-Christopher Bram
SURPRISING MYSELF
The Beginnings – Part 38: WE’VE ONLY JUST BEGUN
June 8, 1983
Mom called to say, “RB Furniture called and they said your tables are ready.”
“Oh good, I can’t wait until they finally deliver them!”
Dad’s truck isn’t available, so I am simply having RB deliver the tables to the apartment. The delivery charge isn’t too much money.
Frank called at 9:30AM during his free period at school. I am to meet him at around 1PM this afternoon at the San Leandro BART station. We will likely go somewhere for lunch and then go to my place for ‘whatever’.
Perhaps we will listen to KQAK tunes and/or ‘whatever else’. Hopefully, he’ll spring another unexpected smack (kiss) like he did when I dropped him off at his house on Monday night.
Well, I did find Frank, waiting at the San Leandro BART station. I drove off to TOGO’s EATERY. We shared a turkey, ham and Swiss cheese sandwich. After the meal we went to my apartment and listened to KQAK radio tunes while simply talking on my new love seat. We eventually got to the floor and had an intimate embrace in which we shared until almost 7PM. It seems we had only just begun.
That song by THE CARPENTERS came to mind: ‘We’ve Only Just Begun’. In other words it wasn’t just a ‘quickie’. We caressed. It was warm. The togetherness is something we both needed. I totally enjoyed it. I could clearly tell that Frank felt the same way. I drove him to his typing class in Union City.
Frank called me from the Hayward BART station where I picked him up and we met some ‘fat bitch’ at THE LOT (the parking lot).
Frank said, “It’s always been called THE LOT.”
“Well, she wasn’t too nice.”
“No, that fat bitch!”
I laughed.
We cruised over to TACO BELL and met Frank’s good friend named Shawn. Shawn was a blond dude with braces. He was with his lover (apparently) named Jim. After meeting them I drove Frank home.
We parted glances and he said, “I’ll see you tomorrow at one o’clock.”
I agreed to pick him up once again at the San Leandro BART station so we could continue where we left off. We’ve only just begun.
June 9, 1983
Well, I did speak to my brother, John, over the phone today. I wished him a HAPPY BIRTHDAY. He is twenty-one years old today.
Frank Vasconcellos called me this morning and said, “I’m so upset.”
“Why?” I asked.
“Well, I can’t come by today because my mom was pissed because I got home so late last night.”
“Ten-thirty was late?” I asked.
“To her…yes.”
“All right…okay. I'll call you later.”
I took a cruise on my bike to Hayward near Tennyson where Frank was attending school. I didn’t see him there, so I continued riding several times around the basketball courts. I had my BART bike permit, so I took my bike on BART at the Hayward BART station and disembarked in San Leandro. That was convenient.
I telephoned Frank later that evening and we made an arrangement for me to visit his place. I arrived at his house and we undressed in his bedroom and remained there. We embraced while cuddling, caressing and kissing. His mother was at work.
The phone rang and it was his mother.
Frank asked, “Guess what my mom said?”
“What?”
“She said I could stay out until nine o’clock.”
“That’s great…we can go to my place.”
Frank and I went to my pad and continued our caressing moments. We halted at about 8PM for a bite to eat at RED ROBIN (the joint where I had previously dined with Suzy Miller and Nici Maurino) at Bay Fair Shopping Center. That tall blond hostess was there.
I said to Frank, “She titillates me.”
I don’t think Frank liked that very much. She is tall, blond, and personable and has a pretty face. She is a ‘touch of class’.
I was alone in my car and some blond dude cruised right next to my car, looked straight at me and said, “How ya doin?”
I didn’t know who in the hell he was but it was strange (and exciting at the same time).
I arrived home and telephoned Paige. We made tentative arrangements for a trip to Sacramento sometime next week. Who knows? Time will tell as to what I will actually do. I wrote a belated graduation card to Paige after I hung up the phone. She will like it. I am sure of that. It was that TEEN LUST card. If anything she ought to smile over it.
I hated to go to bed tonight. My hormones were on overdrive and I wanted Frank to be here. I thought the idea of Paige here would be nice, too. I’m ready too. I anticipated that my white Trim line phone would ring. It didn’t. It was only 10:20PM though. The night has only just begun.
Sometimes people want to be stupid and they do not want to know the truth.
-Mark Haddon
THE CURIOUS INCIDENT OF THE DOG IN THE NIGHT-TIME
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