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I wondered about him . . . this leader of the pack . . . luscious, bad boy.
It took but a minute of asking, to ascertain that this was the infamous Mike Castro. I thought that I should call him, “Dionysus.” I took note that he wore a perfectly ironed, button-up shirt, tucked into loose-fitting khakis, which he wore high at the waist, and held there with a cloth belt. He walked slow and sure of himself; obviously comfortable, in his own skin. Leaning to one side, with his hands in his pockets, he smiled . . . thee most gorgeous smile!
Then, slanting against a tree, he spoke to his homeboys, as they hung on his every syllable. I later learned that these guys were Johnny Greco, and Mike Voyovitch and that they seemingly carried out Mikes every command. The juicy gossip had it that Mike made money by extortion and other devious methods. This was fascinating. It certainly was a fast, new, world.
The next morning, proved misty once again, but chillier than the day before. I was minding my own business, walking to my math class, when out of nowhere, Johnny Greco appeared before me.
“Hey pretty one, u got a name?”
“I’m, Paula.” I said.
“Paula huh? O.K. . . . Miss P. . . . nice name. See ja aroun.” And he strutted off.
I kept walking on, a bit puzzled, until I noticed Mike Castro leaning against a chain link fence, chewing on a toothpick, looking me up and down, with a determination. Whew!
Later that day, Johnny Greco came up to me again. “Hey Miss P., dju hear of my man, Mike Castro?” Without waiting for me to answer, he continued on. “He wants to meet u. Dju know what I’m talkin bout?”
I looked at over towards the direction of Johnny Greco’s chin thrust and saw Mike staring with a teasing smirk on his face, and then he laughed.
“What a conceited bastard.” I thought, but said, “He sure likes to play cat and mouse doesn’t he?” I turned my head and started down my path, with my nose in the air. “Humph!” All the while feeling weak in my knees. He was so gorgeous, and he knew it.
They both sat looking at me till I passed by them and then, Mike said something to Johnny and they both snickered. Thrill chills prickled down my spine. One did not play games with these guys. My parents would kill me twice if they caught me even talking to one of them. My dad, cause they were Latin, my mother, cause they were trouble. Not only were trouble, they were bad to the bone. “Where and when did he first see me?” I wondered excitedly.
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