as the Mustang backed out onto Central Avenue. Chubby jumped from the car, whipped out his cock and started running after them, yelling and laughing.
"Looks like a prick, only smaller!" one of the girls shouted out the window as the driver shifted into forward, burning rubber.
Chubby stood on the shoulder of the road wiggling his dick in the wind, laughing and shouting. More kids left the 88 Club. Tommy started the car, drove to Chubby and pulled him inside.
"Oh, Tommy, that one likes me!" Chubby was out of breath. "Le's follow 'em!"
"Nah, c'mon, they're kids." Tommy pulled onto the road.
Chubby tried to catch his breath.
"You wanna get pneumonia?" Tommy asked.
"Hah?"
Tommy looked over at Chubby's crotch. Chubby looked down. His dick was still hanging out.
"Shee!" Chubby arched himself, lifting his ass out of the seat, and shoved his dick back in. "That's a nice place there, that 88 Club." Chubby zipped up his fly.
"Too young," Tommy said. "That's for Stony, not us."
"Stony," Chubby chuckled. "He gettin' any a this?" he asked, making a loose fist and shaking it like he was going to roll dice.
"What, a' you kiddin'?" Tommy laughed. "He got that hot little girlfriend a his."
"That little blonde with the big tits?"
"Cheri," Tommy said.
"I wouldn't mind a piece a that myself," Chubby said.
"Hey, don' tell Stony that, he'll tear ya heart out."
"He got it bad, hah?" Chubby lit a cigarette.
"I think she cheats on him too." They passed an open diner. "You hungry?"
"Nah. So she's a little tramp, hah?" Chubby nodded sadly. "Poor fuckin' Stony. I love that kid. He deserves the best."
Tommy cruised through a red light on the deserted road, and turned left up a hill into an expensive residential section. "Every time I go through here," Tommy said, maneuvering the car on narrow winding curves and peering at the darkened brick and stone mansions, "every time I go through here I feel like a fuckin' kid, you know? I feel like sayin'...when I grow up
this
is where I'm gonna live... an' then I remember I'm fuckin' forty-five an' I ain't never gonna live here. I live in fuckin' Co-op City an' that's straight life." He stopped the car in front of a fortresslike house with a widow's walk and lead castings on octagonal windows. "Here, this is my fuckin' favorite." Tommy winced. "I would give anything to live here."
"Hey, you know what kinda land taxes this guy must pay?" Chubby said.
"When you got a place like this you don' fucking care about no land taxes."
"Bullshit. These guys are all prob'ly up to their asses in mortgages." Chubby flicked his cigarette out the window.
Tommy started driving again.
"I dunno." Chubby squinted. "I like Co-op City, no hassles, no utilities, you got a Chinese restaurant right there, air conditioning in every room, you can take yogi classes in the community center, no niggers."
"You got plenty a niggers."
"Yeah, but they're the ones that moved outta the old neighborhood because of the niggers movin' in, they're almost like us."
Tommy turned onto the Parkway going to the Bronx. "You know, I bet Stony's gonna have a house like that one back there," he said, flooring the accelerator on the deserted, unlit Parkway. "If he comes in the local in July, you know? He puts in his four years apprenticing he'll be... lessee twenty-two when he turns journeyman, right? Four years from now journeyman's base'll be up to ten an hour I'll figure... so that's like maybe... with time-and-a-half after twenty-five hours... it'll come to... I dunno, fuck, let's say twenty grand a year, O.K.? I give him two years he'll be straw boss 'cause he is one smart bastard that kid. So I figure at twenty-four, he'll, say twenty-five, he'll be makin' twenty-five grand. Another five years he'll be a goddamn foreman pullin' down forty a year like Artie Di Falco. So figure when he's thirty I come an' visit my son in fuckin' Scarsdale, New York."
"I thought he was gonna college?"
"Nah. He got into this dipshit school in