91
Thursday, July 23rd, 1987, 8:30 P.M.
Myles glanced over to his right for a few seconds to catch a glimpse of the sunset over the Pacific Ocean before returning his eyes to the road. His momentary glance was especially critical as he had to avoid driving over one of the steep embankments that hugged the Coastal Highway. He was coming from his family’s vacation home in West Beach, Santa Barbara, as he cruised his Porsche 911 to a destination he knew did not exist in his future; it only existed in the present. His selfish, sexual curiosity still hadn’t been sufficiently satisfied, and his lustful fantasies were getting the best of him. He was embarking on a possible course of self-destruction that could ruin his life forever if anyone found out.
As he veered down the highway, his mind was filled with constrained anxiety while his heart was filled with unbridled enlightenment.
He was a father.
And yet, he continued on his way to a scenario that could easily erupt in his face and send him over one of those virtual cliffs.
Like they all say— This would be the last time.
As he arrived at the home of his little skank, a petite, blonde woman answered the door and ordered him inside:
WOMAN
Get in here.
Myles enters.
She immediately
grabs him by the
back of the neck
and pulls him in
for a kiss.
WOMAN
I couldn’t wait for you
to get here. I’ve been
thinking about you
all day long.
MYLES
This is wrong.
WOMAN
No, no, this is what’s
supposed to happen.
She’ll never find out.
I’ll make sure of it.
The woman leads
Myles down the
corridor and upstairs
to her bedroom.
They collapse on
the bed.
MYLES
We’re playing with fire.
My car is parked in your
driveway. There could
be photographers in the
bushes.
WOMAN
There’s no photographers
in the bushes.
Stop your worrying.
MYLES
Charlotte, you could have
any man in the world.
Why do you want me?
DAH-DAH-DAH-DAHHHH !!
The woman is Charlotte!
Man, I am getting WAY too
predictable. I need to take
some writing courses.
CHARLOTTE
Because she wants you…
Don’t you understand?
I have to have what she
has… She has your baby.
She can never have anything
over me… I control her
life… I control all of their lives.
Myles is
in shock.
CHARLOTTE
I want you to call
me her name.
MYLES
What? !!
CHARLOTTE
From now on,
I want you to call
me Belinda when you
fuck me.
Myles has a
horrified look
on his face.
He pulls back.
MYLES
Omigod… Charlotte…
Have you gone insane?
What is wrong with you?
At this moment,
Myles knows he
can never touch
her again. He gets
up and starts to
put his clothes on.
CHARLOTTE
Where do think
you’re going?
MYLES
I’m leaving…
You need help, Charlotte.
You need to go see a fucking
psychiatrist or something.
You’re starting to act like one
of those whacked-out bitches
you see on a soap opera.
CHARLOTTE
Like Joan Collins?
MYLES
Ha-ha, very funny…
Believe me, there are
a lot of things about her
that you wish you could be like.
CHARLOTTE
I don’t doubt that.
MYLES
This is over…
And I mean it this time.
I love Belinda…
As a matter of fact,
I’m going over to be
with her right now.
I’m going to be with
her and our daughter.
CHARLOTTE
You’re going over to
her house right now?
MYLES
You’re damn
right I am.
CHARLOTTE
Don’t you think you’d
better wash your
dick off first?
MYLES
Good point.
AUTHOR’S NOTE:
Sorry, Charlotte, I didn’t
mean to call you a “skank.”