Twenty minutes later he was sitting in James driveway, James was not at home. Jamie had no ideal where he could be or when he would be back. There was no paper in the car so he couldn't leave a note. Just as he began to think that this was a wasted trip, Judy, James' little sister came up to his car and told him how pretty it was. He thanked her and asked if she knew where her brothers might be but she didn't know anything that would help. She did get him a pen and some paper and she let him inside the garage where all his stuff was stored. He found four paintings that he thought that James and Simon could finish without too much trouble, and wrote them a note to explain how they could make a few bucks for themselves and do him a favor at the same time. He used their phone to call Molly again but again there was no answer. Jamie couldn't wait any longer then he already had, he would have to see these friends on the next trip home. It looked like it was going to be Larry and him; everybody else seemed to be out of sight right now.
Jamie pointed his car back toward Vicksburg; he would have to hurry to get to KFC before Larry got off work. With the radio blasting the new rolling stone song "Get off of my Cloud", he pulled into the parking lot twenty minutes later and five minutes early. He spent those five minutes watching the line of tourists slowly snake up the sidewalk and into the gift shop. He wondered how much money they took in on an average day, it must be a lot because the line never stopped.
The sound of Larry opening the passenger door took Jamie by surprise, making him jump. Larry slid into the front seat and placed a bucket of chicken on the back seat.
"I got us a sixteen piece bucket with slaw and potatoes, I didn't get any drinks." He sounded plumb guilty about it.
"I see that they are having an all-night movie at the drive-in tonight, some really good motorcycle movies. Sounds like it might be fun. Lets get a fifth of catus juice, a sack of lemons, a salt shaker, and go to the movies tonight." Jamie was a little disappointed that Molly wasn't here with them but he thought that they might still have a good time.
Larry was all for it, so they headed for a package store to get the drinks. They had about an hour before dark, when the movies would begin. On the way to the package store they had to past by the park where they both had worked the queers that cruised by. Larry saw the car of a trick that he had worked in the past. He knew that if this guy saw him he could make a few bucks really fast and have a little fun at the same time. He asked Jamie if he would mind letting him out for a while so he could work this one trick and that he would be standing by the bench ready for me to pick him up in forty-five minutes.
Jamie at first was irritated by this but he wasn't sure why, it was just a feeling that he couldn't explain. Like most men when they have a feeling they can't explain, Jamie tried to ignore it. He pulled to the side of the road and let Larry jump out of the car.
"I see you in about forty-five then" he said to Larry's back as his friend hurried off to the bench by the road.
Jamie's eyes were watching the traffic looking for an opening to pull back out into the stream, but his mind was somewhere else. His mind was wondering what that irritation was that he felt when Larry had decided to leave for a while. Was he jealous?
Jamie wasn't completely aware of the fact, but since the scene with Phillip this morning, what happened in the house and what happened in the back yard had caused him to reconsider a lot about what he thought of himself. He had stepped outside of his own persona and put himself in the role of and observer. He was seeing who he really was now and it was sometimes very surprising. He had already learned on his ride through the cotton fields that he was into being controlled by another person. This was a revelation that he would not have believed if somebody had told him it was so. But he had proved that it was true, it was a fact. The scene in the bookstore's backyard was another sign that he was a different person then he had imagined himself to be. At the moment, at this special time in his life, he seemed to be changing into somebody different then he had been before. Was this because he was weak and the temptation was just too much for him to withstand? He didn't think so; he had proved his strength to himself in that little metal box in Colorado. He wasn't weak in his spirit that was a fact. Was his sex drive out of whack somehow? This was a question that demanded a lot of thought he decided, feeling his sore and abused cock trying to harden once more against his leg. That couldn't be 'normal' could it? If a woman wanted sex all the time there was a name for her, she was a nymphomaniac. If a man wanted sex all the time there was a name for him, he was normal. Now Jamie began to see that there was something on the other side of normal, and that was where he was. Maybe that was who he was. The one thing that Jamie was sure of was that he was sore and bruised but his dick was hard again. He knew it might hurt him but he wanted more sex. He had cum five times in the last eight hours and he was still horny. That was way beyond normal. Jamie wondered if this was a process that may have started some time ago, about the time he became unhappy with the military. Jamie finally concluded that whether he was a worm sprouting new wings to fly into another life, or whether he was a guy who was on a slippery slope. One thing was for sure, he was in motion; only time would tell where he might wind up. With the same courage and determination that had let him jump out of airplanes, he now resolved to ride this feeling out. He would ride this thing until it took him to the end. He decided right there in his new car that Phillip was going to really enjoy this next trip on the boat. Jamie had been following orders for some time now, but he had lost respect for the people who were give them. Now he resolved to follow Phillip orders and to serve him as truly as he had served his country. He had woke up this morning an ex-paratrooper, When he woke tomorrow he was going to be a loyal and obedient sexual slave to Phillip. Jamie didn't think that he was gay but he had enjoyed all the 'gay' things that he had done. It was worth the time and effort to see where this would lead. It was as if the weight of the world had been lifted from his shoulders He was out the door; he was free falling into perversity. God only knew where he might land.
Jamie had to pass right by the truck stop so he pulled in to tell Rosie about the paintings and that she could give his money to James or Simon. Jamie owed Rosie, she had been a big help when he had first come to town. He had been broke and had asked if he could paint some signs for some food. She had agreed and he had made signs for pie, coffee, and cake, Rosie was delighted and paid him twenty dollars as well as breakfast. Later Jamie had asked her about selling the paintings of the local monuments in the Battlefield Park as well as the more red-necked classics like an eighteen-wheeler with the ghost like figure of Jesus looking over it. She had agreed and together they had sold close to two dozen paintings. It was pretty rinky-dink but it helped a lot when he needed the help. At least by coming back by to talk with her, he had not left her hanging with empty spaces on the walls in her dining room.
It only took a few minutes and he was back on the road heading for the package store on the edge of town. Like the adult bookstore it was not something that the churches thought belonged in their fair city, so it had to locate itself just outside the city limits. As he was pulling into the parking lot he thought that he saw Molly getting into a car full of people. He wasn't sure, but it looked just like her, something about the way she moved. The car left in a cloud of dust and a screech of tires as it barked rubber when it hit the paved road. It was headed for Baton Rouge he guessed since it went south on Rt 61. Jamie went into the store and got his supplies along with the drinks he also got some chips. Now he still had to get the lemons and they were set for the night. When he came back out he saw that same car again, it must have turned around and come back into town for some reason. As it passed by him he saw that it was full of black men mostly, but he saw a head of flaming red hair in the back seat. It was a quick look but he was sure that it was molly.
