CHAPTER 9

Cassie stood there in shock, and glanced over at Stacey.  No way was she about to let this happen.  Starsky would kill her and besides it would destroy his trust in her.

“Are you crazy?” Cassie told her. We can’t take his car.

“Why not? He won’t be home for hours and we’ll replace the gas.” Taryn said in an angry tone. “What’s wrong with you anyway? I’m really getting tired of this little goodie-goodie attitude of yours.”

Taryn began searching…through everything…but Cassie wasn’t about to tell her where to find them.  Suddenly Taryn noticed something she hadn’t before.
Starsky’s holster. He had left it behind and it was hanging on a hook beside the front door.  Cassie paid it no mind because it was a familiar object in the house…like the sofa or a chair…it blended into the environment.  But to Taryn it stuck out like a sore thumb.

“What the hell is that?” Taryn asked as she stared up at it.

“His gun…” Cassie posed the question to herself. Why,  if he were working, would he leave his gun behind?

“His gun. Why does he keep it in that thing?” She asked curiously.

“He’s a cop.” Cassie told her hoping it would deter her from taking his car.

Just then the phone rang and Cassie walked over to lift the receiver.

“It’s so big.” Taryn commented as she continued to stare at it.

Cassie put the phone to her ear as she answered Taryn’s comment with “Hutch’ s is bigger. Hello”

The last four words out of Cassie’s mouth echoed inside Hutch’s car over the two-way radio as Starsky had the call patched through. “What’s that supposed to mean?” Starsky asked her, as his mind could comprehend only one purpose for such a remark.

“Hi Dave…is everything alright?” Her voice called back to him.

“Just what the hell was that last little comment all about?” His voice sounded more persistent and made Hutch chuckle as he listened.

“Taryn was just admiring your gun, which by the way you forgot.” She answered him still not sure why he sounded so upset.

“I didn’t forget it…I don’t need it.” Starsky said in a calmer voice. “Do me a favor will ya…put it in my bedroom out of sight.”

“Sure…is that why you called me?” Cassie asked.

“Yeah…I shouldn’t have left it out.” Starsky replied. “Oh and pull the  clip.”

“No problem. I used to clean Daddy’s guns all the time. I can do it.” She said with confidence.

At that moment the phone was pulled away from Cassie.  “Hey we were thinking about going to the movies…ok if Cassie drives us?” Taryn’s voice came over the radio.

Starsky hesitated with his response for a moment. It would be a way to make it up to Cassie.  He knew how she loved to drive his car.  “Alright, tell her I said to be careful and have a good time.”  He told her as he hung up the mic.  “I will..” was the response.

“Now, see how easy that was… go and get ready.” Taryn said as she hung up the phone.

Cassie stood there in disbelief…she had been pushed into this by Stacey and now by Dave…there was no way to back out of it.  She grabbed his gun out of the holster and popped the clip out…taking it into his bedroom and setting it down on the dresser before closing the door.

Hutch tried to keep a straight face as he continued to drive to the club. He knew that Starsky was still upset about his poor audition the night before and he also knew that deep down inside, Starsky felt that the reason that Joe Joe liked him better was because of size. It’s one of the few areas where men compare themselves to other men, and if it hadn’t been weighing on his mind lately he wouldn’t have snapped at Cassie for her comment.  Hutch just hadn’t given it much thought up until that very moment. Could Starsky be…suffering from penis envy? No way.  Hutch shrugged it off.  Size isn’t everything unless of course you happen to be parading yourself in front of a room full of screaming women in nothing but a pair of bikini briefs.

Starsky didn’t like to be without his gun but with this type of assignment there was really no place to conceal it.  Hutch would keep his gun in the car if they needed it but since the murderers’ weapon of choice was a knife, they felt they could take him down without gunplay.  He was having second thoughts about taking on this case and wished now that he hadn’t been so damn eager to volunteer.
 

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Present day:

The girls arrived at Momo’s at around 4:oopm and where eagerly bustling around talking and drinking all settling down after about an hour to watch ep after ep of their favorite men. It had become a pretty large crowd with about twenty or so girls signing in on the guest register…Lisa, Sonya,Deborah, Jenny, Cherie, Laura, Josette. Jocelyn, Shelly, Viv, Micandra, Tanya, Mickey, Robin W., Tara, Carolyn, Vivian, Marisa, Brigitt, Sharon, Robbin L., Kathy, Deanna and of course their mascot Flamingo who by the way kept getting in everybody’s way as her huge wing span blocked their view of the wide-screen TV.

As nightfall came the outdoor bar-b-que was served. With all the mess cleaned up and everyone eagerly waiting to see what their big surprise would be.  Momo stepped onto the patio and called them all to attention.

“Tonight you’re all in for a treat. We’re all going out to a new club…if we can’t see our guys in the flesh…at least we can watch guys in the flesh and pretend.” She told them. “Anyone who chooses not to participate can stay here and watch the eps while the rest of us go have fun.” There where a few girls who chose to stay behind but most where eager for the adventure…

(Pebbles and CJ rubbed their hands together and with intertwined fingers, turn their hands over to crack the finger joints loosening them up for the keyboard action that would be necessary to take these list girls to a place they won’t soon forget. And they volunteered no less…poor girls don’t know what their in for and it’s too late to turn back now.  (Evil Cackling of CJ can be heard in the distance as we take you…Back….Back….Back)

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Back in 1976:

Cassie and her friends decided to put on makeup and fix their hair in an attempt to look as old as possible.  Outfits of course must be tight with plunging necklines. Sexy but sophisticated was the look to go for when hanging out with an older crowd.  But they still had no idea where they were
headed…only Taryn knew that and she wasn’t ready to tell them yet.

Cassie stepped out of her bedroom wearing skin-tight jeans and heals accompanied by a small top that revealed a healthy tan belly and firm breasts tucked into a tight bra to show them off.  If Dave could see her now he’d have heart failure…she thought to herself.  Her hair put up and wrapped around her head in back really made her look to be about 21 or 22 years old. Dangerous, very dangerous….and unrecognizable.

Stacey had a little more trouble looking older. She was too cute and her little girl features hadn’t quite matured enough to be disguised.  No matter what she did…she was gonna get carded.

Taryn already looked older. You could see it in her face.  Something about having experience…(sexual experience) had matured her beyond her years. There was no need for her to try harder.

Cassie took the spare keys from the drawer in the kitchen and waited for the girls to walk outside before locking the door behind them.  As she backed out of the driveway she had no idea in what direction to point the car.

“Head downtown to the south end.” Taryn told her. As she drove she felt her muscles tighten…she was feeling more and more nervous as the minutes passed. Anxiety and guilt replaced the joy she usually experienced in driving the Torino.  He thinks we’re going to the movies…what if he spots the car?  She didn’t know where he was and his car was so unmistakable.  Taryn took something out of her purse and a flash of bright light caught Cassie’s eye as Taryn struck a match.

“What are you doing?” Cassie asked in a worried tone.

“Take a hit…it’ll calm you down.” Taryn said as she took in a deep breath and passed the fowl smelling thing back to Stacey.

“PUT THAT OUT!” Cassie yelled at her as she drove. “He’s a cop you idiot…what if he smells it?”

“Relax Snow White…OK…OK…I’ll get rid of it.” Taryn said annoyed as she wet 1her fingers with saliva to snuff out the fire.

“Lighting a joint in this car is like taking a porno magazine into Church.” 1Cassie told her.
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