Chapter 74: The Pig Pen

One day I was just getting home from work and Sara sent me a text. A new client had come into the dungeon today. He was apparently drunk but also generous, so Sara agreed to see him. He ended up offering to take Sara and her friends out to dinner at a fancy restaurant near our house.

I wasn't invited to the dinner. But he was buying booze and hosting a party at his house after wards.

Sara wanted me to come and bring my dab setup to do dabs for everyone at the party. I agreed and she came and picked me up immediately after the dinner. Oddly enough she was driving the client's car. On the way to his house Sara told me he was a pay pig. These are men who have a fetish for buying things for women and giving them money.

Sara told me not to even look at him or acknowledge him. He was into humiliation.

I did eventually start talking to him though. We even became friends. Charles was the pig's name. Charles ended up hosting a few more of these little parties where he bought booze and allowed us to smoke weed at his house.

Eventually Sara and I just started showing up there whenever we felt like it. Charles was fine with it. He even gave Sara a spare key.

Charles lived in a manufactured home in a gated community. It was a trailer park, but it was not your stereotypical trailer park. A lot of the homes were pretty nice.

In the center of the community was a large pool and hot tub. There was also a games room with pool tables and ping pong. The community even had a large community room with dinner tables and a fireplace you could reserve for parties and family events.

Charles just happened to live right across from the pool and the community room. Charles' place was a large two-bedroom, two bathrooms. He lived alone and had no family besides a brother who was a cop and rarely visited.

Charles had a serious drinking problem. He was the definition of a serious alcoholic.

He was in his sixties and drank a handle of Jack Daniels or any other whiskey in an evening sitting. He would get so drunk he would call up Dominatrices and Prostitutes and invite them over.

One night Sara and I had showed up to smoke a few bowls and hang out with Charles for an hour or so. Charles was completely shit faced and had called a Dominatrix he used to see years ago. He realized he had made a mistake and was in no way up to the capacity of playing with her. He was panicking.

After about thirty minutes we heard a knock at the door. Charles and I hid in the back room. Sara answered the door. The Dominatrix asked who Sara was and Sara said she was Charles' niece sent to take care of him. She said he had dementia and for the Dominatrix to never come back. She was angry at first, but Sara was able to reason with her and get her to leave. From that day on Charles was known as Uncle Charles.

Charles worked at a local golf course. On the weekends he had to be up and out of the house by 4 am. He was barely home on the weekends and didn't mind when Sara and I occasionally stayed at his house on his couch. Truth be told I think he was just happy to have friends and people around he did not have to pay. He would offer to pay for dinner or meals occasionally, but I always bought the next meal. I never wanted to take advantage of him like others did.

Charles and I actually spent a lot of time together. He was a huge sports fan. He would watch any sports and was an encyclopedia of facts and trivia about almost every local team. I ended up getting him to start watching soccer with me. I even made him a Liverpool fan.

Charles taught me about the Dodgers and Lakers. Once we had rumors about Los Angeles purchasing a football team (or two) he even taught me about that too. Despite meeting in weird circumstances Charles and I were good friends.

Sara and Kitty had received bad news about the Ambassador, their apartment building, being sold. The owner, who Mo had been helping out, actually had cancer. He had sold the building to better afford his care.

Charles suggested Sara and Kitty move into his extra bedroom. I don't think he expected them to be interested in doing that. In the long run it was better for everyone. Charles lived a 15-minute walk from my house. If Sara and Kitty moved closer, I could see Sara every day.

When Charles saw they were actually considering it he started to back track and act like he had suggested it as a joke. I ended up helping Sara and Kitty out by talking Charles into allowing them to move in. I told him if things got out of hand, I would be there to help him.

I did not move in with Sara and Kitten at Charles' house, but I had small drawer where I was able to keep things. I mostly sat at Charles' dining room table where I was able to watch TV from the living room and do dabs safely at the table. My drawer was located behind me.

I came over the odd day during the week. I mostly stayed on weekends like in Long Beach. I was finally driving again and had a small truck I used for work and to get to and from Charles' house. I even came over on weekends when Sara and Kitty were traveling or busy with concerts. Charles liked having my company when he was home from work. We had a habit of eating Panda Express or El Burrito Jr when the ladies were gone.

Charles could sometimes be annoying when he drank but majority of the time, he would fall asleep in front of the TV in his lazy boy chair.

I went swimming in the community pool most Saturday mornings. Charles and I also started watching Liverpool soccer matches together. He even called up and paid for the extra sports channels on his television.

Chapter 74: The Birthday Purge