Chain Male acts 2 and 3

When Tim returned from the delivery the door was locked so he used his key. Upon entry he found Carmen in the bedroom taking off her clothes. She yelled,

       “Get out stranger!” Carmen liked to role-play.

       “No, you’re gonna do what I say, now get in here.” Tim said surprised and not knowing what to do he plays along. She comes out wearing red thigh high stockings, red panties and a red bra.

       “Stranger keep your hands off of me.” Woooah, Tim was stunned not only did she take his power she got him to give it willingly, but this was a reward for going to Grandma’s and leaving the package at the door because Grandma can’t hear. Tim felt his power being sucked out of him by her female ways. He was becoming weak, vulnerable; he’s never had a woman initiate sex before, he didn’t like giving up his power but at the moment it felt like a fair trade. She caught him in her web, he was stuck and mocking an escape but ultimately going nowhere. They had sex and she directed him like a child, she was going to get off, if she had to draw him a picture. If he got off it would have to be vicariously. When she climaxed she climbed off Tim and lit a cigarette. Tim was so in awe he pleasured himself looking at her. He would later analyze the situation and regret the whole thing. But Carmen gave him a couple hundred dollars and said.

       “Come and go as you please but on Grandma day, I need you here, OK?”

       “OK, I’ll be going now.” Tim gathered his clothes and left the lioness’ lair. The female energy was so dense it created a haze in the room. He got dressed in the living room while Carmen got dressed hooking her bra on her back standing in front of a closet door mirror. Tim sat on the couch putting his socks back on.

       “You OK in there!” Carmen says with a cigarette hanging from her mouth.

       “Yeah, I’m fine.” his tone changed completely. It didn’t go unnoticed.

       Tim left Carmen’s in bewildered, he wasn’t sure who won but he had a feeling it wasn’t him. He made his way to the bus stop and got to Dana’s, which was closest. He opened the door, didn’t let the cats out, the house was dark but the sun was breaking through the spaces in the vertical blinds that slowly wavered back and forth due to the disturbance of air from him opening the door. Her house always smelled like a library. He turned on the lights and slumped down on the couch debating what to do next. He went in the bathroom and searched his body for injection marks, he thought Carmen might have injected him with something in his sleep. He found none, it was just a good old fashion hood-winking by someone better at the game than him, but he couldn’t see that, yet. It was late in the day, by now and Dana should be home at any minute. He was too befuddled to watch television, is Dana had one. She dressed conservatively bus was not like that, actually. When she walked in the door Tim was on the couch with his head in his hands,

“Oh my gosh, what’s wrong?” Dana asks.

“Nothing, nothing...just tired.” Tim says raising his head up looking worked over.

“You don’t look good let me get you a drink, what would you like?” Dana asks.

“Vodka on the rocks, thanks.” Tim replies no thinking of which of his girlfriends house he was at.

“I don’t drink, remember, it’s cranberry juice or...a diet coke, I haven’t been to the store in a while, do you want to go later?” she asks.

“Yeah, and I’ll take the coke, with ice please.” Tim responds. Dana walks out of the kitchen and produces and glass of ice and the can of Diet Coke. Tim fills the glass and drains it as if he crossed the desert. “Why don’t you put some cold water on your face and we’ll go

to the

store.” Dana liked to take control and Tim was in no position to

argue. Tim went to the kitchen sink and splashed water on his face

while looking out at the front yard through her stucco house that was

an exact replica of the house next door. “He wanted to duck his whole

head in a vat of ice water, maybe that would wake him from this

nightmare. He started to think he was the mark but that thought was

quickly dashed by his ego, which wouldn’t allow him to believe that

someone got over on him.

“You ready?” Dana asked. She drove a Chevy Caprice, the model car that

the police used back in the 80’s. Her car was even conservative.

“You play the librarian role very good.” Tim said not realizing that

he was saying more about himself than her.

“Role?” Dana was starting to get angry.

“I’m sorry, I meant that you make librarians look sexy.” Tim quickly

and deftly covers himself.

“Well, thank you.” Dana says smiling completely falling for his cheap

cover-up. They chat about music and films both of which Tim had a weak

grasp of; this is when he appeared to listen. But his mind was

concocting the next scheme, he wanted to go back to her house and have

sex. He was attracted to her in that librarian way. In bed is where

Dana lets loose, she was a wild animal leaving scratches on him when

they first met. Then he told her she couldn’t do that. The ride was

short and they got the grocery store where Tim was just a happy

servant, running like a dog after a bone, catching it and running back

for the next toss. He let her catch him looking at her ass, which was

cute but tiny. He didn’t mention anything about wanting sex; he knew

that she got off on spontaneity. But when all the groceries were in

the house he pushed her up against the refrigerator and had his way

with her. She wasn’t raped but enjoyed the fantasy.

 “So what’s for dinner?” Tim says, “Oh, I’m sorry, you were fantastic.

As always.”

Feeling disrespected but not allowing herself to feel it because she’s

so lonely,” Oh, thank you, so were you, I can see that we’ve both read

the Kama Sutra.” Dana laughs. Tim has no idea what she’s talking about

but laughs anyway. “So, you’re hungry, well what do you want to eat?”

“Do you have corned beef?” Tim asks.

“No, no Corned beef, but I do have...” looking through a grocery bag,

“Filet Mignon.” Dana answers.

“That will be fine, thanks.” Tim knows when to be polite and how to do

it. “Can I help you?”

“Oh, no, why don’t you make us a drink.” Dana says.

“My choice?” Tim says smiling.

Sighs. ”Hell, no, pour a double of vodka into a tall glass, add some

Kahluha and bring the glass here.” Dana is certain about what she

wants.

“White Russian, good choice. I’ll have a double screwdriver. That way

at least we’ll smell the same.” Tim says and they both laugh. They

both drank a little too much. Tim drank more than Dana but prodded her

to drink more and she did. He was using Dana as a shoulder, but Tim

didn’t cry. He just needed to feel normal again, taking advantage of

people and getting away with it. He was so in denial over what he was

doing that he didn’t even know what was going on and reality shocked

him. He wanted to talk to someone about it but he had nobody to tell

that he was a fraud and a liar.

Tim stayed with Dana for a few days until he felt the tension in her

voice and saw it in her countenance; careful not to overstay his

welcome he gathered his things and told her he had a load to take to a

county 600 miles away. She offered to give him a ride to his truck but

he didn’t actually have a truck to go to he turned her down. So he

left that morning thanking Dana for having him and promised that he’d

be back. He still had three days ‘til he had to be at Carmen’s so he

went to Jill’s apartment.

Jill was surprised to see him, as they always are, but welcomed him

in, as they always do. Tim tries to stay away long enough to create a

need for companionship. Then when Tim comes over they treat him really

good. Jill was the woman that Tim has been working the longest; he had

been with her for nine months. Dana was second at six months and

Carmen he just met almost a week ago. Dana was wild in bed, Carmen was

like Caramel, soft and delicious, and then there was Jill. Jill was

had some meat on her bones and really his favorite. She was the most

aggressive of all of them and like a down pillow, comfortable as hell

to actually sleep with. Tim was a man that liked to cuddle. It was a

product of being deceptive all the time. He couldn’t sleep unless he

had someone to cuddle with. He had some money and took Jill out to eat

and a movie. Tim was alone and it was dark at high noon. His dark

cloud was so dark that there wasn’t even a memory of light. The lie

had grown into a blob that covered and got into every spot of his

existence. He was the quintessential lost soul. It was lost like a

wedding ring down the sink drain, like a lottery ticket in the washer,

like virginity on prom night. Looking back he remembered it slipping

away in a bedroom in a first floor apartment. in North Hollywood. He

was another empty human being roaming the world like zombies.

Jill was good for the couple days he needed until he had to be back at

Carmen’s. He got to her house the morning of the day she said to

return almost robotically, he didn’t think he just moved. Carmen was

cooking Huevos Rancheros and the food was ready the moment he arrived

like she was expecting him. He used his key.

“Hi, Good Morning, reporting for duty.” Tim says as he sets his bag down.

“Are you ready?” Carmen says.

“No hi how are you?” Tim asks.

“I’m sorry, but my Grandma is out of butter.” a flustered Carmen says.

“OK, OK, I’ll go but when I come back I’m coming for you. Gimme the

package. What is in there anyhow?” Tim asks.

“Just take it to her.” Carmen says and smiles big and completely fake.

Tim left the house and walked down the street trying to figure this

kitty cat out. Where does she get her power? How powerful is she? He

rounded the corner and approached the house, he opened the gate and

suddenly men in dark uniforms came out from all directions. Rifles

were pointed at his head, they yelled get down and Tim, stunned, put

his face in the pavement.

He didn’t know what was going on and the detective told him he was

carrying drugs.  He was delivering drugs to a pick up point for

narcotics officers; he was a link in the chain of kilos of cocaine

coming into the country. They wanted Carmen; they knew where she lived

because she was on parole. She was being watched constantly. She

couldn’t risk getting caught, again. And she didn’t want to pay

someone to move it for her so she recruited unwitting men who think

they are players. She usually trolls the bars for suckers but Tim came

to her trying to play her, she let him think that he had some power.

Carmen would submit to him then pull her power back creating a void in

Tim’s already empty soul. He tried to suck on the wrong breast. Tim

was playing and got played.

He was told that he was looking at 25 to life, others told him he

would only do 5 years for first offense and clean record. Being locked

in a cage for the first time gave Tim panic attacks that he never had

before and they were full blown, can’t get enough air, panic attacks.

There was no medication available. The other men were looking at him

like he was lunch. He recovered from the panic attack when his animal

instinct was rattled. He started breathing normal again and faced down

the men eyeballing him. They were all wandering around in a small

circle just waiting for someone to bump someone else. Tim needed a

cigarette.

3.   

       But Tim would not get one. What he got was a green bologna sandwich and an 8-ounce carton of warm milk. and a court date. two  days away. Since he has to be charge within 72 hours or get released, they were going to make him wait 70 hours to charge him. The holding cells were the worst. Locked up with miscellaneous hooligans in for everything from public intoxication to murder.  Tim kept his scamming mouth shut. He would not be able to talk or kiss his way out of this one. All he cared about was himself when the shit came down. When he finally saw the judge he was broken down, starting to realize how his lies led to this. He was demure in front of the judge, begging for a light sentence. He was sent to county jail to await his sentencing.

       County jail is hell, if you’re going to be locked up. Any con will tell you that they would rather be at a state institution than be in county jail. You get no privileges, there is not a yard to go out on. And you rarely see the sun or any natural light for that matter. It’s noisy at all times of the day or night. And you better join a gang or else risk get messed with by everyone. Tim deserved to get messed with, he was messing with people behind their backs for years and yet this is the first time he’s been to jail. Even through running with his crew as a kid, he never got caught. He never got caught scamming people. It is quite ironic for him to go to prison for being scammed himself.

       His sentencing date came up after one month in county. He didn’t care what the sentence was, he just wanted to get out of there. He got 5 to life, eligible for parole after two and a half years. He would spend two and a half years, for sure. And maybe more if catches any more charges in prison. He got to prison on a bus chained to a strand that linked all the prisoners together. And his hands were chained to his waist and he had leg shackles on. It was incredibly humbling for Tim and he was beginning to admit to himself what he was doing and it shot Tim in the gut. His stomach burned with remorse and disgust. He slept on that feeling and it was very uncomfortable. In the morning over breakfast he decided what he had to do to be able to sleep right again. He had to write Jill and Dana letters telling them the truth. Everything. Put his cards on the table. He had cards that they didn’t know that he had. He held their hearts in his hands and he was going to break them, their emotional health but hopefully not their spirit,

       Tim started studying Buddhism in the library and became more aware of himself and his actions. He was procrastinating writing the letters. But eventually his gathered his courage and embarked on a soul revealing letter like he’s never written before.

Jill,

Baby, you know that I love you. As you can see from the return

address, in prison, I got set up by a person playing a game that I’ve

been playing better than me. The reason for this letter is to tell you

that I’m not who I say I am. I don’t own a car much less a truck and I

used you because I saw you as an easy mark. I don’t feel good about

what I’ve done and don’t expect a letter in return and if it makes you

feel any better the person who beat me at my own game took away five

years of my life. I still have real feelings for you Jill.

Tim

        Tim wrote a similar letter to Dana, except he tried to be more

proper. To his surprise he got a letter back from Jill, not Dana. He

hoped that Jill would respond. She said that, after much thought she

forgave him and she and he started writing sexually explicit love

letters. They were writing back and forth for months when Jill said

she wanted to drive the 600 miles to the prison to come visit. On the

much-anticipated day Tim awoke early, not being able to sleep. Made

his bed to military specifications. He had clothes ironed for him just

for this day. He got dressed and waited, biting his nails, impatiently

constantly talking about her to his cellmate. He heard the call from

the guard to go to Visitation and eagerly walk down the tier. All the

time thinking about Jill and now she was going to be in front of him,

he could hardly believe it. Some of the guys were giving him

high-fives, knowing his story. He got down and they opened the door

and to his utter disbelief it was Carmen. They stood and looked into

each other’s eyes and she said,

“Prisoner, keep your hands off me!”