Don Abdul©
Prelude:
Their popularity didn't stem from their parents bank balances but from
their athletic prowess, as they were all members of their high school's
football team. They were fondly referred to as the "Gang of Four".
After their last football match as the walked back to the locker-room,
they made a pact "All for One and one fall all". Ricky, Jim, Paul and
Miguel, they promised to look after each others interests and keep the
Team Spirit alive.
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Although Leslie had been a single mother all her parenting life, she was
finding things rather difficult since her only child Ricky left home.
She wouldn't ever admit to it but the loneliness was getting to her,
the transition from having a handy son around the house to spending
endless lonely hours everyday hadn't been an easy one for her. To fill
those hours though she had sought the comfort of younger men, whose
youthful energy she often used to obliterate her wanton desire for
sexual gratification. That was part of the reason her son moved out six
months before he joined up and subsequently got posted to Iraq.
She often wondered if he didn't just join up in order to escape her and
her "slutty reputation". She sometimes felt guilty that she embarrassed
her son but what could she do? She is what she is, a slut pure and
simple and what's more she happy being one.
She looked sadly at her crippled car by the side of the road thinking,
‘regardless of what he might think of my sexual conduct, if Ricky was
here at least I could call him up and he'd come right away and fix this
car problem up'. She starred into the horizon with a tinge of regret in
her eyes.
Just as she checked her cell phone battery again to see if by some far
fetched miracle it had come back to life, a car drove past at top
speed, then several yards down the road, the car stopped and reversed
to where she stood. The doors opened and the four occupants of the car
disembarked. They were all tall well built men in their early twenties.
"Hello Ma'am, what happened to your car", Miguel asked as he approached
Leslie with a warm friendly smile on his face. "Oh my God, Miguel I
didn't recognize you!" She said excitedly, happy to see her son's old
friend and then recognizing the others she called out their names as
they exchanged greetings.
She explained quickly to Miguel how her car gave out and wouldn't
restart, and he asked Paul to pop the hood open. After a brief check he
figured the problem out and explained that it would take a little while
to fix it. Paul volunteered to stay back and give him a hand while the
rest of the guys carry with their journey.
Half an hour later Miguel and Paul had the engine turning over nicely,
although they were all greasy and dirty from the grease and motor oil.
Leslie thanked them and since it was almost lunch time, she offered to
cook them lunch and show her gratitude by also throwing in a shower.
‘Wow!' Paul thought, 'she's always so nice'. Miguel on the other hand
knew from experience that Leslie usually has other naughtier reasons
for being so nice. He gave her a quick look out of the corner of his
eyes and smiled mischievously as he waited patiently to see how her
scheme would play out. On the drive back to her house Miguel's mind
wondered back to his first encounter with her years ago. It was around
4:30p.m on a sticky, windless afternoon in June. He had gone looking
for Ricky not knowing that his friend had traveled out of town to visit
his dad. The front door was open so he went in calling out to Ricky, he
heard the shower going, so he assumed his pal was taking a shower, so
he sat on the couch and waited.
When he heard approaching patter of feet he looked up from the sportsillustrated he had been reading and his heart almost stopped.
