Mr. Black Johnson She Worshiped

By Ken Kenthomas

True story, New York, Bonnie of 1964. A beautiful young Southern Italian female, with hazel eyes and long black sexy hair, was told her entire young life African American men were inferior to white men and had little dingalings (slang for an individual with a small Johnson). Every time Bonnie viewed pictures of black sportsman and black men in general, she was impressed and physically attracted by their physiques and their athleticism. This, she confesses, totally confused her. But lo and behold, Bonnie made sure she respected her family's wishes and ignored all black men whenever in their presence. Surprisingly, deep down inside, Bonnie's internal curiosity overwhelmed her to the point where she would become sexually excited (no matter where she was, even to the point of having vaginal contractions in the presence of others) when seeing black men. She wondered if she was responding this way only because her parents programmed her like this as a deterrent (not to deal with black men). Bonnie finally decided she had had enough about this black stereotyping. She also decided she was going to try some of that black man Johnson and put her curiosity to rest once and for all. Continue reading this true story and find out how Bonnie's first sexual encounter with a tall black man affected her sexually, physically, and emotionally for the rest of her life. Her family had damn near lost their minds, and so did Bonnie. To be continued in the next book soon.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Page Publishing, Inc.
• Release date: Mar 5, 2018
• ISBN: 9781641384230

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Mr. Black Johnson She Worshiped

Ken Kenthomas

Copyright © 2018 Ken Kenthomas

All rights reserved

First Edition

Page Publishing, Inc

New York, NY

First originally published by Page Publishing, Inc 2018

ISBN 978-1-64138-422-3 (Paperback)

ISBN 978-1-64138-423-0 (Digital)

Printed in the United States of America

This true story took place in Glen Cove, Long Island, New York in the year 1964. The month was April. A well-known street in this town, Capobianco Street, was busy with normal folks sitting out front of their homes doing what came natural to them all, gossiping.

The time was about mid-afternoon, and the day was one to be painted because it was so beautiful. Pearl, my mother, was sitting on her porch enjoying the pleasant day’s weather when something told her to turn her head to the right. When she did so, she saw a young man turn the corner of Grove Street and start walking down Capobianco Street.

The intriguing thing that caught her eye was the fact, the gentleman walking was wearing an army military uniform. He was black, and his features looked familiar. Pearl, jumped up from her seat, ran down the four steps of her front porch like an Olympic sprint runner. She was running in the direction of someone she thought was her son, better known as Cap.

When, Cap, saw her sprinting at full speed, he knew he would have to prepare himself for a high-speed collision. Cap was carrying his duffel bag over his left shoulder when Pearl, his mother, hit him. Cap and his mother went down immediately after the hit. The takedown was instantaneous.

When my moms and I recovered, we realized she had knocked me down on Capobianco Street in front of the most gossipy group of people in town.

We got to our feet quickly and hugged each other as if we had not seen each other for a century. Yes, my moms and I were very glad to see each other, and the whole street knew it. When we finally got ourselves together, I looked up, and it seemed like the entire population of Capobianco Street was heading my way to greet me. We all met at my folks’ house, number 99.

The greeting was very well received, and I was very happy to be home. By the time I walked into our front door, all the feelings of the comforts of that house, from old, started coming back to me. The smell of the good old-fashioned down-home Southern cooking, the sound of the latest black tunes echoing throughout the house—and seeing my family around me put me in a state of extreme happiness.

I decided to walk out to our backyard, where I had spent many hours practising basketball, to see if my old basket was still standing? To my surprise, it was as sturdy as when I left for the army in April of 1961. As I was out in the back sitting under our grapevines, in walked Larry, a young fella that had gotten me into a lot of trouble prior to my joining the service.

Hey there, Cap, how you doing?

Oh man, I’m doing just great, what about you.

Well, I’m about to get married soon, and that’s something I wanted to talk to you about.

Talk to me about, you the one getting married, aren’t you.

Yeah, Cap, but I was wondering if you would be my best man.

I looked at him, and for a second all the things that I had gotten in trouble for, because of him, flashed across my mind. Then instantly my mom’s religious teachings flashed. She always said, If in this life we live, if one is not able to forgive their fellow man, they themselves cannot be forgiven by God when Judgment Day comes.

I was looking at him, I guess a little bit too long, when he said, Cap, I don’t mean to put you on a spot, but I have always considered you to be my best friend, so I would appreciate if you would do that for me.

Wow, I thought to myself, this guy is really putting my well-known goodness and kindness to the hilt. He and I stared at each other. In his eyes, I could see his remembrance of what he had done to me by raping a white girl that liked me and he allowed me to take the blame. Still, in spite of the fact I had been away as a soldier, during the beginning of the Vietnam War, I decided to listen to what my mom said that was echoing inside my head.

Okay, Larry, it would be a pleasure to be your best man. By the way, how did you know I was home?

Cap, I saw you when you were walking down Capobianco Street and your moms was so happy, she did what we called, tackled you.

We both laughed and shook hands on my being his best man.

By the way Larry, I said, when are you going to get married exactly?

At the end of next month, on the fifth, at three p.m. at my house on the corner down the street from your house.

Bet, Larry, I will make sure I represent you very well as a good friend of yours.

Okay, Cap, if you get a chance, my fiancée, will be over my house at six tonight. Try and stop by for a few minutes so I can introduce you to her?

I’ll try, Larry, as best as I can, but remember, I just got home not too long ago, and there is a lot I have to do.

No problem, Cap. If you don’t get a chance to show up, it’s understandable.

We shook hands and gave each other the shoulder embrace.

Okay, Cap, hopefully I’ll see you later, okay?

Okay, Larry, I’ll do my best.

Larry walked away in the same direction he had ran in when he physically abused and raped that young white girl who came to my house to see me. All right, Cap, I said to myself, let you get your focus together because you have a lot to do. I walked back into the house and sat down at the kitchen table. Just as I did that, my brother Ernest walked in. Wow, was it good to see him, and he was glad to see me. We gave each other that strong brotherly embrace, sat down, and talked about our military experiences.

My brother Ernie was one year older than me, and I looked up to him a great deal. He was the first Tiger Woods and the first black golfer to win the New York state championship. He was ambidextrous and was exceptionally good at all sports. He was also extremely smart when he went to school, and while in the military, he entered the medical group.

He had come home from the service about six months prior to my discharge date and had met and was dating a girl named Lena, relative to one of the families that we grew up with down the street from us. When I saw her and him together, they seemed to have a very happy relationship, and they were talking about marriage soon. That, I was very happy about because my brother in my remembrance had never had a girlfriend throughout the years I had known him. The only problem that entered my mind was, just prior to my entering the service, the same family that my brother’s girl was from, tried to set me up with their niece that came from somewhere in the south and was pregnant when she got here. Every night, her aunt used to call me down to her house and leave me and this girl in their living room into the late hours of the night. The plan was to get the niece and I to have sex so they could try and say I was the father of a baby she had in her belly when she first arrived here. That really concerned me, but my brother was a man, and he was well capable of making his own decisions.

After the greeting, I went upstairs to my old room and noticed my bed was in the same spot I had left it. I took a good shower and put on some civilian clothes because I wanted to take a walk around the Orchard, which I had missed so much while in the service.

When I left the house, I walked down Capobianco Street to Gove Street, then to Connie Street. Note, these other two streets were streets where nothing but Italians lived. Just as I turned the corner of Connie Street, there was an Italian young lady that I went to school with at the Glen Cove high. I remembered her at the school because, she would always come to the high school at night whenever I would have a basketball game. Whenever I would pass her by in the school hallways, she would always stop me and have some form of conversation. I always thought she liked me, but that was cancelled when every time I’d see her anywhere in the Orchard, she would turn head and never acknowledge me.

Now, I had been spoiled by white girls, ladies, and women from the time just before I went into the service. I took the rap for a violent rape against a white girl that came to my house on Capobianco Street to have sex with me. That’s the story I told you about with that so-called friend named Larry. Then, when I went into the army, I requested to be sent out of the country so people would forget about the fact I was accused of such a crime as a violent rape against a white girl. Even though I was found not guilty, all who knew me, always looked at me with that you’re guilty look.

Over in Germany, there were nothing but white women all around the outside of the bases. I was stationed at Warner Kaserne in Munich. I loved it over there, and the German people treated me and my fellow African Americans better than any treatment I had ever received here in the great US of A. So I have always had an affinity to white women. The German women truly loved the black man. There was no game with their love as I had noticed many times with my own African American ladies. So to have a girlfriend over there, was a pleasure.

So, to get back to when I was walking down Connie Street, I happened to run into some of the Italian fellows I went to school with. They remembered me from being the star basketball player in school, and my ability to hit hard in a fight, and therefore, even though they didn’t want to, they still gave me mad respect. Another thing, the Italians in those days didn’t like black people, nor did they hang around with them. But, in the Orchard, whenever they would have to fight with a rival gang from another town, they would always come on Capobianco Street and get us black guys to help them, making sure they had a definite win.

Anyway, to get back to this Italian girl that used to talk to me at high school, she said, Hi, Cap, I heard you were in the army? Are you home on leave now, or are you out of the army for good?

I’m out for good and glad about it. When I was talking to her, I noticed Connie Street had at this particular time no one out there but she and I.

Gee, Cap, I have really missed you.

Really, I said. You missed me why?

Well, if you remember, I used to always talk to you in the hallways, remember.

Yeah, I remember, Bonnie, but I also remember you would never talk to me when I was around any of your white friends. Why was that, Bonnie?

Well, Cap, you must remember, I am Italian, and my family and I had moved from Greensboro, North Carolina, up here to the Orchard. My family and I were brought up to be very prejudiced.

Is that right? I said.

Yes, Cap, but I see you don’t understand the fact those were my parents and I couldn’t disrespect their wishes, you know what I mean?

No, but I’m willing to listen, Bonnie.

Well, when you’re born and raised in the South, that prejudice thing is with you as soon as you pop out of your mother’s womb. It’s a hard thing to shake after years of indoctrination. So, Cap, am I making any sense to you now, why it was taboo for me to acknowledge you in front of my Italian family and friends? For one thing, they would have called me, if I may say it, Cap, a Nigger lover and a slut.

Telling it like that, I believe I understand it a little better. In other words, in order for you to be able to live around your own family and people, you had to act the way they expected you to act, is that correct?

Yes, Cap, that’s exactly how it was.

Well, Bonnie, if that was the case, why do you feel it’s okay to talk to me right now here in front of everyone on your block here?

No, Cap, you still got it wrong. I’m still taking a chance talking to you here, but I’m so happy to see you I frankly don’t give a damn what they think just for this moment.

Why I thank you, Bonnie, and as we are talking, I have always liked you but was a little apprehensive as to whether I should ask you to come out for a date with me.

Just then an Italian older man walked out from the house parallel to where we were standing. He stopped at his doorway after he closed it and stared at me and Bonnie with that what you talking to that Nigger for right here in front of our entire Italian neighborhood.

Then I realized Bonnie would be in a lot of trouble if I continued talking to her, so I had to think quickly. Bonnie, I said, how good is your memory? It’s excellent if you’re going to give me a number where I can reach you at.

Okay, 572–6394, you got it?

I told you I got your number, so you don’t have to say it twice. Okay, Bonnie I think it best I be moving on. I’ll see you around soon.

Okay, Cap, she said and then walked down toward her house.

Wow, that was easy, and I feel good about this white girl Bonnie calling me. She’s also a very pretty black-haired Italian, with hazel eyes. If I could get together with her, she would definitely look good on my arm. I made sure I walked back in the direction I came from in order not to run into any more of Bonnie’s neighborhood mafiosi.

Okay, I’m back onto Capobianco Street now and feel better about it. As soon as I walked into my house, the phone rang. My sister was in the living room and answered it.

Cap, she yelled out, telephone.

I walked into the living room and said, Sweets, who in the world is that on the phone?

Its sounds like a white girl. Now, Cap, you’ve been home for about five hours, and I hope you aren’t starting that same trouble you got into before you left for the army?

No, Sweets. I am never going back there ever again, trust me.

I picked up the phone and was both shocked and happy that it was Bonnie on the phone.

Hi, I said, Man I didn’t expect you to call me so fast.

Well, I had to call you, Cap, because I want to talk more to you in private, if that’s possible?

Yeah, that can be arranged, but you will have to tell me of what your schedule is?

Right now, Cap, I’m free to meet you, wherever it’s quiet, with none of my people around or yours.

What about I meet you down at the field on the last block here in the Orchard?

Oh, I know where that’s at. When can I meet you there?

If I leave right now, Bonnie, I will be there before you.

Okay, Cap, I’ll leave in about ten minutes, therefore you won’t have to wait down there too long for me.

Sweets, my sister, was in the other room listening to my conversation.

Uh-huh, I see you have not changed in three years. Here you are getting yourself into trouble with another of those white girls. You just can’t leave those white women alone, can you?

Sweets, I love all women, but I find the white women or girls seem to me to shoot straight from the hip when it comes to, if they care about you or not. Whenever I dated one of my own, there was always a conversational juggling going on as to who was in charge and who was not.

Oh, Cap, you just have not found the right African American young lady yet. You need to shop around and stay in your race.

Oh, you think so, Sweets? Well, I thank you for the advice, but I think for right now I’ll pass.

Okay, go on ahead and watch what happens to you, Sweets said as she walked out the living room.

I looked at my watch and realized I was supposed to have been down at the field already. I ran out the front door, down Capobianco Street, and then Grove Street. When I got to the field, there was no one there. Oh no, I said to myself, I missed her. Then just as I said that, I saw the head of a white girl with black hair just becoming visible on top of the steep road that took me down to the field. Yes, as her head came into view, I realized it was Bonnie.

She waved her hands at me and began to trot down the hill toward me. As she was trotting, I noticed her beautiful hair was blowing in the small breeze we had outside today. My god, was this white girl beautiful. When she got to me, she was breathing so that her chest was rising and falling to the point it started to affect me physically, if you know what I mean? In order to keep from being embarrassed, I turned away for a minute and looked out into the farthest distance of the field.

Bonnie was nobody’s fool and was very observant even though she didn’t give off any indication she saw a thing.

No, Cap, she said, turn, and face me.

I refused to turn around and tried to change the subject by saying, Bonnie, look out into the field, isn’t the grass blowing in the breeze beautiful?

Yes, Cap, it’s beautiful. Now turn around and face me.

Bonnie knew what was going on with me and knew why I didn’t want to turn around. She then walked up and around me so she faced me.

Now, Cap, was it so difficult for you to turn around? Another thing, Cap, do you think for one minute I don’t know what’s going on down there? Then she pointed toward my crotch. Man that made me kind of embarrassed because I didn’t want her to see me behaving uncontrollably like that.

Cap, don’t be shy of what I see down there. And if you want to be honest about it, I kind of like what I see.

All right, Bonnie, I apologize, I said.

Apologize, Cap, don’t you know every woman or girl would like to know that they affect their friend or man the way I affected you today?

I guess they might like it, but this is the first I am hearing of it.

You know, Cap, the army has done well by you.

What you mean, Bonnie?

Well, you are definitely looking extremely healthy, and your physique is very sexy looking.

Does that mean you like what you see, Bonnie?

Yes, Cap, I really like what I see.

Well, what you think you and I can do about it.

For starters, Cap, I want to go somewhere where you and I can really be alone with no peeping eyes.

That can be easily arranged, Bonnie, and believe it or not, I’m all for that.

Well, tell me when we can do that, Cap.

I looked at her and said, What about tonight.

Tonight would be just fine, now where can we meet, Cap?

What about that motel out on Glen Cove road by the car dealers.

Oh, I know where you’re talking about.

What time, Cap?

You tell me, Bonnie.

Well, I have an errand to run, Cap, so what about nine tonight?

Nine would be perfect, I said.

Okay, that’s set. Now I will have to get back home now, Cap.

I said, Okay, but when I said that, Bonnie looked me straight into my eyes as if she was saying, Come on, Cap, where’s my kiss. I picked up on it and moved close enough where both of our bodies touched.

I don’t know how Bonnie felt, but just touching her body lightly started me physically going again.

Ooh, Cap, you are so sensitive down there, aren’t you?

Yeah, Bonnie, but it’s you that’s causing this thing to behave like it ain’t got good sense.

Is that right, well, what would that thing say about this?

Something I didn’t expect. The next thing I knew Bonnie reached down my crotch and grabbed my Johnson. When it started throbbing, Bonnie said, Wow, you are something else, aren’t you? Then she turned it loose.

I’m going to have to leave you like that for right now, Cap. Just give me a kiss and I’ll be on my way.

She and I reached out and just gave each other a peck of a kiss, but I could tell by the softness of her lips she was a true deep down home kisser. She then turned abruptly and headed on up the hill she just came down. As she was walking away, I could not help but look at that finely shaped body with the small tapered waistline and those thick calves as she made it to the top of the hill.

For a minute I thought, could this be true that I’m going to meet this fine Italian girl at a motel tonight? Well, with my luck it may never happen. I couldn’t be that lucky the first day I arrive home from the service. In any event I will be there just in case she’s able to show up. At that, I decided my crotch had progressed into an at-ease state, so I started to walk home. Man, I can truly say I was feeling pretty good about the meeting I just had with Bonnie. She was so pretty to look at, and if I could make her my girl, I would be very happy about that. Then I remembered about Larry and his fiancée coming to his house.

I went directly back to our house, showered real quick, dressed, and headed down out toward Larry’s family’s apartment. As I approached their front door on the third floor, flashes of the past troubles started flashing across my mind again. I walked up close to the door and stopped to listen. I heard a lot of laughter and the top black-music-of-the-day sounds. Speaking of being reluctant to knock on this door for the first time in almost four years and also come face-to-face with the family that almost got me locked up for life, was not easy.

I took a deep breath and said in a whisper, It’s harder to forgive than to be angry with your fellow man, so just do the right thing and get it over with. Just as I was about to knock on the door, Dorothy their sister opened the door, heading out for the store to pick up some extra snacks.

Well, hello there, Cap, how you been doing?

Been doing fine, Dorothy, and yourself?

Just fine, she said, and I see you looking good.

Yeah, the army’s done well by me.

Okay, Cap, got to run to the store, be right back.

As she was running down the steps, she hollered back and said, Cap, you don’t have to knock, just open the door and go in.

That I did, and when Larry saw me, his eyes gleamed with a happy look.

Hey, Cap, come over here and let me introduce you to my fiancée.

I walked over to him and his bride-to-be and shook her hand. When I did that, something happened that I didn’t understand right away. As I grabbed her hand to shake it, she only held my hand for a very short shake, and then she withdrew it quickly.

I don’t think anyone else in the room noticed what she did. Then on top of that, when she looked at me, at first, she took one look at me and turned her head kind of fast. Wow, I thought, what in the world is this all about? Then the thought hit me. Maybe Larry told her what had gone down with that girl Nichi several years ago. If so, there is nothing I can do about her attitude now. Then again, it depends on what Larry told his fiancée. Well, anyway, I’m not going to let something like that ruin neither my day nor my life. Let’s just move on with it, I said to myself.

Larry, she’s gorgeous, you certainly have a good taste for a wife.

She said without looking at me, Why thank you, Cap, and then she got up and went into the kitchen.

Come-on, Cap, Larry said, let me get you a drink and some food.

As Larry was fixing me a drink, I noticed out of the corner of my eye, his fiancée was looking at me, but no one could pick up that she was. You know how some folks look straight ahead but are looking cattycorner like? Well, this girl of his was doing a good job of it.

What in the world is going on with his woman? I thought. Larry and she look like a very good and handsome couple. Why do I detect something wrong? Then Larry interrupted my thoughts with that drink and a plate of food.

Thanks, Larry, and I wish you and your fiancée all the best wishes with your marriage."

Come over here and sit with me on the couch for a minute, Larry said.

While we were sitting there and talking, I was looking around for Larry’s mother. She was nowhere in sight. I remember her very well because when they were living in the cellar several years ago, I used to go down there and visit him. One thing I always remembered was that she was always in the bed and always sleeping. I often wondered why that was so. After being around fellow soldiers and listening and learning about the different drugs and the affects they have on the human body, I now know exactly why she slept so much. It was heroin that she was addicted to.

Then as I was looking around, I realized Larry never told me his fiancée’s name. That’s when I bent over toward Larry and said in a whisper, Larry, you never told me your fiancée’s name.

Oh no, Cap, I sure didn’t. Her name is Betty, he whispered back.

Then I quietly asked, Larry, how’s your moms doing?

He looked at me, and then his eyes dropped. My moms passed away last year, Cap.

Oh, I’m sorry, Larry, I didn’t know.

Yeah, that’s okay, Cap, you didn’t know.

Just then Dorothy came back from the store, and with her walked in Martin, their brother.

Hey man, what’s up there, brother, I said.

We greeted the usual black greeting, and then he asked me, Hey man, how did you like the army?

Oh, I loved it, except when they had us scheduled to ship out to Vietnam.

You see, that’s why I couldn’t go into any man’s army, because all they want to do is put all black people up on the front line to get shot."

I decided not to touch that statement with a ten-foot pole. First of all, he could not get into the army anyway because he was a career criminal.

The party was going real good, and everybody was having a good time until the front door swung open and Clifford, their oldest brother, came in drunk and high of something.

What the fuck is going on in here? he said in a slurred voice. Then he broke out into laughter. Come here, husband-to-be. At that, he grabbed Larry by the shoulder and pulled him to him. What’s up, bro? You ain’t married yet.

When I looked at Larry, I could see he was a little embarrassed. He took Clifford by the arm and directed him into the back bedroom and closed the door. I had finished my plate of food and drink and got up to refill my glass. As I was walking over to the punch bowl, out of the corner of my eye, I could see Betty, Larry’s fiancée, watching me. What in the world is up with this girl? She’s about to get married, but she seems to be clocking me. It don’t make sense. Then I thought, I’ll be glad when Larry comes back out here because this girl was making me feel a little uncomfortable.

Larry came out in about twenty minutes, and I noticed that he walked Clifford to the front door and let him out into the hallway. Before he closed the door, he whispered something to him, and I overheard him, Clifford say Okay, man, I’m leaving, okay. When Larry closed the door, I asked him, Hey, Larry, where you working at these days.

Right now, Cap, I’m working up at the golf course off and on. Why, what you planning on doing?

Well, I have the GI bill from the army, so I’m going to go to RCA electronic school.

Wow, that sounds good, Cap.

But when I looked into his eyes, I could see he was a little jealous but tried to hide it. Wow, I see things are still very sensitive around these folks here, and I can’t wait to get out of here. Let me try and leave in a respectful manner if possible. For one thing, for sure, I’m not comfortable here.

I looked at my watch and saw it was getting close to the time I needed to get ready to meet Bonnie. What kind of excuse can I come up with to get the heck out from around these people? Emmm, I think I got it.

Larry, I said, My moms wants me to run an errand for her in about twenty minutes, so I’m hoping you will excuse me. I will try and come back real soon if the errand doesn’t take me too long.

Oh, that’s understandable, Cap. But if you get a chance, Cap, try and come back. There’s a lot we got to talk about.

Okay, Larry, I’ll try my best.

When I finally got to the stairs and was walking down them, I thanked God for getting me out of that atmosphere. It’s almost seven o’clock, so I have got to get ticking. In my house and up the stairs I flew. I took another shower to make sure I would be extra-sexy for Bonnie. I opened up my civilian clothing bag and pulled out my sharpest casual-looking outfit. I put them on and took a good look in the mirror. Yes, I’m comfortable as to how I look at this moment.

By then it was eight o’clock. Let me start walking slowly up toward this motel and acquire a room prior to her arrival. Man, I thought, it would have been a good idea if she was able to give me a number to contact her with. The night was nice and warm with a gentle breeze that controlled my temperature. This made it just right to be walking up Cedar Swamp Road to the motel on Glen Cove Road. When I arrived at the motel and got a room, I decided to wait out front of it and sit on the benches provided to wait for Bonnie.

By now it was five minutes to nine, and my anticipation of Bonnie’s arrival was at its peak. Everybody or car that passed by I thought was her. Then ten after nine came and no sign of Bonnie. My heart felt low, and I started to feel like I was let down by this Bonnie girl. I looked at my watch again, and now it was nine-thirty. I can’t believe Bonnie would deliberately stand me up like this. There’s got to be something wrong.

Ten o’clock rolled around, so I decided it’s time for me to head back toward our house. As I was walking, I felt this girl hurt my feelings. If she didn’t think she could make it, all she had to do was call my house and leave me a message. While walking home, every car that passed by I glanced at waiting for Bonnie to yell out, Hey, Cap, sorry I’m late, so turn around and go back to the meeting place. Unfortunately, eventually I found myself walking up my mother and father’s steps to my room.

My heart was heavy. Why did she do this to me? She seemed to be a straight shooter, I thought. Well, let me lie down and get some sleep. After lying in bed for about an hour, I found it was no use. There is no way I’m going to be able to close my eyes and get the rest I need after that long walk I went through tonight. Let me get up and sit on my porch and see what’s going on at Rockies across the street from our house. Before the army, those people that frequented Rocky’s Bar did nothing but fight all the time. In any event, at least I can get some form of entertainment while I can’t sleep. Oh, the guy that threw the other guy out the bar, I think I know him. Yeah, that’s Danny L., the gambler that comes to my father’s after-hours club and gambles. Okay, now they’ve made it to the middle of the street. Let’s see how good Danny is with his hands. Oh my goodness, Danny just threw a right hook and missed by a mile.

The longer I watched this fight, the more I realized these two men really don’t want to fight each other. Not one of them has landed a blow upon each other yet. After about fifteen minutes, they both got too tired to fight any longer and started selling wolf tickets at each other. Well, I think I’ve had enough of this. Let me get up and take a walk around the Orchard to get some more fresh air.

I stood up and walked around to Grove Street. When I got to the corner, I stopped, looked down toward Connie Street, and decided to walk toward it. Just as I made the turn and started walking, I heard a car approaching from my rear with its lights on. When I turned my head to look in its direction, I noticed a very tall black guy driving, and in the driver’s seat I saw a white woman that kind of looked like Bonnie. I stopped in my tracks and observed the vehicle until it turned the next corner and disappeared from my sight.

What! I said to myself. Was that Bonnie driving in a black man’s car? Did I see what I thought I saw, or was it someone that just looked like Bonnie? She had black hair, and it seemed like her skin color was the same as Bonnie’s, but I’m not sure. Oh man, why did I decide to walk in this direction? Now I’m more frustrated than I was before. Just the thought of Bonnie being with another black guy is really irritating me. Let me get home to my room and get off these streets.

If that was her, she’s nothing but a piece of shit to allow me to go all the way up to that motel, pay for a room, and then stand me up. Then I thought, Cap, don’t jump the gun. Suppose that was not her in that car. Anyway she’s not your girl anyway, so who are you to be acting like she is? Let it go, Cap. Let it go for another day. At that, I was able to lay my head down and get some sleep.

As soon as I closed my eyes, the very thing I had made up in my mind to forget, continued in the dream I was having. In the dream, I watched the car pull up to a stop at a secluded location out in the woods, and I noticed this tall man had Bonnie’s legs jacked up in the back seat of his car. The dream was so devastating, I seemed to jerk myself out of that sleep and sat up on the edge of my bed. Wow, I didn’t like that, I thought.

I then got up and went downstairs to the living room and turned on the TV. It didn’t matter what I watched. I just had to do something else except sleep. While I was in front of the TV, I heard my pops and the gamblers downstairs in his finished off basement laughing and joking as they each cheated each other.

Man, it seemed those gambling folks are happy and laughing all the time. What is it about life they knew that most regular law-abiding people don’t? Then the picture of Bonnie surfaced back into my mind. My, that girl is attractive. She seems to have everything. She has a pretty face, a sexy figure, and it seems she has a good heart. Unless she has people fooled, she appears to be a ten out of a scale from one to ten.

Tomorrow I wonder if she will give me a call and let me know why she lied to me and to top that off, let me waste money on a motel if she knew she wasn’t going to show up. Then it hit me. What’s wrong with you, Cap? You just got back from the army and already you’re acting like a lovesick animal. Get ahold of yourself and knock it off.

After that, I felt better. I went back upstairs and lay down and finally went to sleep. Morning came and there was a knock on my bedroom door.

Cap, there’s a phone call for you.

Who is it? I said.

I don’t know, Cap, but it sounds like a white girl.

Okay, I’ll be right there.

I was so excited, I jumped up out the bed and threw my clothes on as fast as I could. I jumped three to four stairs in order to reach the bottom quickly. Now just as I got to the phone, I stood for a couple of seconds and steadied myself. Then I picked up the phone and said hello.

Hi, Cap, this is Bonnie.

How you doing, Bonnie?

Then she said with a little sound of worry in her voice, I hope you didn’t go to that motel I was supposed to meet you at. Did you?

I thought for a second to tell her no, but the disappointment in me made me tell her the truth to make her feel a little like I was feeling the entire night.

Yeah, Bonnie, not only did I show up, but I also got a room.

Oh no, Cap. Do you think you could ever forgive me? Some of my relatives showed up unexpectedly, and I couldn’t even get away long enough to call you and tell you I couldn’t make it. I’m so sorry.

That’s okay, Bonnie. Last night I decided to take a walk around the Orchard. Did I see you riding down Grove Street?

No, Cap, I wasn’t even in town. Me, and my family went to Hempstead to an Italian restaurant.

Oh, that’s what happened?

Yes, Cap. Now that we’ve been able to get that problem out of the way, Cap, I was wondering if I could meet you down in the field about twelve this afternoon.

Yeah, Bonnie, I could do that.

Okay, then we have a date, or what I mean is, another date, okay?

Yes, Bonnie, I’ll see you there.

When she hung up, I felt good for a minute, but as I was walking back upstairs to my bed, something didn’t fit right with what she had told me on the phone. She said she was not in town but was in Hempstead with her family. Why did I see someone riding in a car with a tall black that looked just like her? Well, what does it matter, she don’t owe me anything anyway. But then again, if she already has a man, what is it or why is it she wants to see me? Anyway, I like how she looks, and if I could get some of that, it’s okay by me.

I got up for the day and went downstairs to see what that fantastic breakfast I smelled rolling up the stairs and teasing my nostrils. Yeah, it was my moms at the stove again letting me know how happy she was that I was home from the service. I ate like an animal because the food was just that good. Then I took a good, hot, long shower. I dressed and went downstairs and sat on the back porch. I looked at my watch again, and it said eleven-thirty.

I continued to sit out on the porch another fifteen minutes and then headed for the rendezvous location. I decided to walk in another direction rather than down Capobianco Street for all those big-mouths to see me. When I was approaching the field, to my surprise, off at a distance I saw Bonnie sitting down on what looked like a blanket in the field area. Emmm, what’s that all about? I thought. When she saw me approaching at a distance, she waved.

When I got right up close to her, I noticed she had a small red blotch on the right side of her neck. I sat down, and she had the biggest, most beautiful smile for me that the question I was about to ask her slipped my mind for the moment.

How you doing, Cap?

Oh, just fine now that I see you, Bonnie.

Then she shocked me when she bent toward me and gave me a nice, tender kiss on my lips. Wow, that felt good, but I tried to play if off. When she completed the kiss, she relaxed and looked me right in my face.

How you like that, Cap?

I liked it just fine, Bonnie.

Then I noticed the mark on her neck again, and to me it looked like a hickey.

What happened to your neck?

Oh that, I bruised it this morning while doing housework.

Well, you got to be careful, Bonnie, because you don’t want to damage that beautiful skin you have there, do you?

No, indeed I don’t, Cap. Now let’s you and I talk, she said. I really was upset because I couldn’t be with you last night. What I wanted to do is give you something I think you would have liked as a welcome home present.

Just as Bonnie said that, that good old Johnson between my legs started to move. I was so excited by that statement, I had to reposition my legs while sitting down hoping to cover up what was happening down below.

Oh, Cap, what you doing? I told you, you don’t have to hide how you feel or how that bad boy down there behaves with me. I also told you, I like the fact you are so sensitive when you are with me.

Okay, Bonnie, as long as it’s okay with you, it’s okay with me.

Bonnie reached over and grabbed it and said, All right, Cap, it looks like we going to have to do something about that and soon, what you think?

Without a doubt, Bonnie, I’m with you.

What do you think, Cap, you think we can try and make that date again, but this time we both make sure it happens?

Yes, we can, Bonnie.

Okay, what I’m going to do is go home and take care of a few things I have to do, and at seven tonight I will meet you at the same motel, okay?

You bet, Bonnie. Now you sure you can make it this time all right, I said.

Yes, Cap, I wouldn’t miss this get-together of ours for the world.

Just then, a gusty wind blew by, and Bonnie’s long hair blew away from her face, making her look like one of those famous movie stars. When I saw that, I knew I could really love this girl if she would have me.

Bonnie then leaned forward and gave me a little kiss on the lips again. She gave me just enough of a kiss to make it so I wanted more. After that, she stood up abruptly and said, Okay, Cap, let me get back to my house so I can get ready to meet you for this evening.

Okay, Bonnie, so I’ll see you then, okay?

Yes, Cap, that’s a date. She folded up that blanket she brought along and walked up and over the top of the hilly road.

After I knew she was far enough away so no one could think she and I were together, I headed home. As I was walking, the anticipation of being with this fine-looking young girl was overwhelming. I couldn’t wait. Then I thought, Cap, you had better get ahold on yourself. You know from the past, most women today like to feel they have to catch their man. That, for some reason, kind of turns them on.

When I turned to walk down Capobianco Street, the street was crowded as usual with the nosey folks.

Hey there, Cap, again welcome back home.

Then Willi May’s husband George was standing there looking at me like he wanted to say something.

Hey, young man, he said out loud, we’re very glad you didn’t disappoint us all with that Vietnam War going on and all.

Thank you for your concern, I replied and continued walking home.

I could tell by the way everybody was looking at me they all noticed there was a major change in my behavior. I had left Glen Cove as a teenager and returned as a man. Then I noticed someone sitting on their porch as I had seen so many times before I left for the army.

Hey there, Cap, you make sure you behave yourself, you here?

I decided to not respond to this woman that aggravated me so much prior to my going into the service.

When I entered the house, I checked my watch and immediately started preparing myself for this hot date. When I was finished, I walked down to the kitchen area and passed by my sister.

She said, Hey, Cap, what’s going on? Why you looking and smelling so good?

Oh, nothing, Sweets, just going out for the evening.

The clock on the kitchen wall by now indicated five-thirty. One and a half hours, I thought, to go. Let me start walking slowly, and while I’m walking, I can enjoy the evening’s good weather.

As I was walking, I was shocked to see how many people that I knew that drove by were waving and yelling out as they passed me by, how glad they were to see me home from the service. Yeah, it was good to be home, I thought, and I’d been home for approximately two days and already I had met one of Glen Cove’s finest young females. My mind then fantasized about Bonnie’s fine, sexy body. "Now that’s going to be good when I