Christy Rd · AcrossTheField And Other Tales

Christy Rd

Part one

Down at the end of Christy Rd, the cars tail lights gleamed red as a stoplight. There was a streetlight, barely illuminating the green road sign bearing the name of said road. The smoke from the tailpipe, hung in the air, thick, slowly wafting up in the air. The headlights pierced the fog like the light of a fictional Jesus, cutting through the filth of sin.

The car rocked back and forth, violently, rhythmically as two lovers fucked in the back seat.

Passionately,aggressively, almost like they were proving something.

Like they were trying to draw forth their youth through their sex. Like if they fucked hard enough, long enough and came like the Niagra Falls, they could somehow age backwards in time.

What they didn't know. What they couldn't have known. And what they damn sure couldn't have seen, was the red light, far in the distance, hidden in the trees, a camera recording their sex.

The man behind the camera, the owner of that part of the road, had had enough of this shit.

These goddamn kids, he thought.

I'm so sick of these kids fucking on my property.

He zoomed in more.

He recognized that face. It was the alderman. Sure as shit, it sure was.

He quickly shifted to the license plate.

More evidence, he thought.

He knew he was married. How long has he been doing this? Who was it with? Why here?

After another 15 min and after an excruciatingly loud orgasm, the car stopped moving. They both got out and straightened themselves up, still being recorded, the voyeur getting more footage .

The alderman was a man of prestige.

Honor.

Integrity.

How could he do this?

As he continued to film, they kissed more, laughed and hugged. They got in the car and drove away.

The voyeur zoomed in on them, following their exit, recording their escape. The dust and the tail lights making an eerie color, that somehow fit the machinations of what had transpired.

Six weeks later, when the first airing of the video tape that had been taken that night, aired on Hard Copy, on national television, the alderman had no clue it was coming.

It was a typical Spaghetti Wednesday at home and himself and the family were eating dinner. Hard Copy was on TV, and they heard the reporter say the next story was in the small town of Fremont, Ohio.

They all looked at each other in wonder.

The reporter said:

"Good evening everyone, I'm Curie Selby with Hard Copy. Folks, let me tell you, we got a story for you tonight. From the heart of it all, Ohio, tonight we bring you a story of lust, lies and abuse of power.

A story of a mutual affair, both parties married, both parties guilty. Guilty of the sin and crime, of infidelity. Guilty of the crime of public indecency, public fornication and abuse of city funds. Tonight we bring you the case of Alderman Gary Glick.

Community leader.

Loving husband and father.

Civil servant.

And also, liar, cheat, sex addict and thief.

The alderman looked at his wife and daughter. They were staring at him like he was dead. All the color had drained from their faces.

This was the beginning. The beginning of the end.

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