The View from the West Hill: Cary the Whore-Monger

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

  My old neighbor Cary is a tall, quiet man. I had a handful of conversations with him in seven and a half months. Mostly I just watched as his visitors came and went.

The first was a woman named Virginia. She would arrive on Wednesday evenings, and the mayhem would ensue. From the hallway or bathroom, I could hear her yelling things that no normal person should yell during lovemaking. After this it would be quiet for a few minutes, then she would leave.

A few weeks later, she began to take Cary's laundry with her when she left. My friend Brian mused, "hmmm...they have sex and then she does his laundry? That sounds like a wife."

One day there was a note from Virginia on the door to the house: Please call me. I'm sorry I was so drunk last night. I promise to make it up to you. I will come over and stay for at least 2 hours, or maybe even all night.

I never saw her again. After that it was a string of nameless women who would stay for an hour or so, and then leave. Sometimes Cary would walk them out. For the most part they were "obscene and not heard."

One evening I was leaving and saw a young lady crying in the hallway. When I returned, Cary was waiting in the hallway for me.

"I owe you an apology. I don't know who that girl was, or why she came. She needed money and someone told her to come to me. After you left, she started beating on my door, screaming, and really making a scene. And I had a female companion visiting me."

"If there's ever any trouble, I don't use them anymore. I won't call a girl again if she's trouble. So I don't know why she came here tonight. I try to be a good neighbor, I'm quiet, I don't want any trouble. I don't drink, I don't smoke, I don't do drugs. The only vice I have is, well, the ladies. I like female companionship."

"I really try to keep to myself. Of course there was the one night when that girl kept coming back and ringing the bell at 9pm, midnight, 3am and 6am. And I had a female companion at first - and then I was tired. I had to work in the morning. I told her no, but she just kept coming back."

All I can think is that he must be able to throw the leg to keep the ladies coming back like that.

Apparently after I left, the girl in the hallway had begun beating on his door and screaming. This outburst brought Leesha, another tenant, out to the hall to calm her down. Leesha said she had to give her a glass of water, because she was pregnant and had walked across town. I imagine it's tough for a pregnant hooker to cut a break, even here on the West Hill.

 

 

 

 

 

 

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