The Summer of '67 thru '68
When part 3 -- The Rock -- ended, Caelan had staggered through the house about being knocked unconscious, only to find that his friends and girlfriend had engaged in an orgy that included a man and woman from France and two men from Germany.
"He turned, found his way to the door, and left his former girlfriend and former friends lying there naked, intermingled with their lovers."
The Summer of '67 Thru '68
*** Some roads lead forward, some roads lead back ***
In spite of early morning hour, Deputy Ramos opened the door as soon as he knocked. "What's going on man? Oh, shit! What the hell?" He escorted Caelan to the kitchen table, examined his bleeding scalp, poured him a cup of coffee, and asked, "Are you all right?" "Good enough to tell you a story you won't like," he answered, and began to lay it out.
Ramos stopped him almost immediately, got a tape recorder and told him to begin again. After five minutes, he stopped Caelan and called the local judge. He gave him enough details for a search warrant, then called the sheriff's office in Corpus Christi and asked for assistance with a potentially dangerous drug bust. He then called the other deputy assigned to the island and told him to come over immediately. After that, he informed the PAPD of the situation and asked for additional backup.
When he returned to Caelan, he brought aspirin and a glass of water. "Let me take some pictures of you before Lori, my friend who is a registered nurse, gets here to check you over. You are a bloody mess, you have a hellacious cut, and it's still oozing blood. I don't think it's more than a concussion, but Lori will know, so we'll wait for her and Deputy Jackson.
The deputy arrived first; Ramos gave him an outline of Caelan's tale, and then told Caelan to continue. Just as he was finishing, Lori arrived to check the damage to his head. Ramos and Jackson went into the other room to talk. Jackson left to get the warrant, and Ramos used his police radio to check on the location of the officers that had been dispatched from Corpus.
Caelan refused to go to the hospital, so Lori bandaged him and told him if he didn't get it x-rayed by noon she would send Ramos to get him. He laughed and promised, with his fingers crossed behind his back. He got back in the Woody and went to the beach house.
*** Some roads are bathed in light, some wrapped in fearful black***
Barbara Ann awoke when a flash of light made its way through to her confused brain. She shielded her eyes and saw someone in uniform taking pictures with a flash camera. The lights in the room were turned on, and she saw that there were several other uniformed police officers in the room, with their guns drawn and pointed at the bed she was on.
She was dizzy, sick to her stomach, disoriented, and her brain refused to process what she was seeing; 'Why are police in my room pointing guns at me?' she asked herself, but her befuddled brain had no answer. She raised her head slightly, saw a woman's head lying by her pussy, and a hand laying on her chest covering her boob. None of this made sense, so she struggled harder to focus, and propped herself on her elbows.
The headache was excruciating, but when she rose up she discovered that she was naked, that there were naked men on either side of her, and a naked woman was sleeping between her legs. She screamed and tried to push the others off; that's when she discovered that Yves' blood was all over him, her, and the bed, and her screams became hysterical!
The screams woke all the others in the room, except Yves, of course, but none was cogent enough to respond to her terror, beyond raising their heads and staring at her. The cops closed in on the bed and began handcuffing each person. There were no clothes nearby, so they found sheets in the closet to wrap around them. Bridget was composed and defiant; Barbara Ann, Danny, and Marc were cowering and sobbing. They were removed to the dining room and told to take seats, after which the officers again covered them with the sheets.
Within an hour of entry, a team of crime scene investigators had taken over examination of the scene, and the eight sheriff's deputies were attempting to question the five very confused and distraught subjects while medics assessed the condition of each.
Before the raid, ambulances had been summoned 'just in case'; after examination, the five seriously disoriented 'guests', who Caelan had said were drugged by the hosts, were transported by ambulance to the hospital in Corpus Christi. No ambulance was needed for Yves; he was dead when they arrived. Bridget, Hans, and Ernst were arrested, and the movie cameras and eight canisters of film found in a closet were taken to be processed.
The crime scene crew and deputies found a plethora of drugs, tentatively identified as LSD, cocaine, MDMA (aka Ecstasy), and marijuana cigarettes laced with a white powder believed to be opium.
***
Caelan had hired a helper recommended by Ramos; by mid-afternoon, everything in his house belonging to Barbara Ann, Paula, Danny, and Marc had been boxed and/or dumped on chairs on the deck. The windows were boarded up, and padlocks had been installed on the doors; the shed was padlocked, and Carlos was winterizing the faucets.
Before he locked the final door, Caelan called Peggy's attorney in Corpus. His legal secretary, Gail, answered, greeted him pleasantly, and asked what she could do for him. When he asked to speak to Mr. Jameson, she explained, "He isn't available right now, Caelan; may I take a message?" "Yes, you may. Please inform him that Peggy's niece and four of her friends are in Spohn Hospital due to their use of drugs last night. I have no idea when they will get out, but I've removed everything belonging to them from my house in Port Aransas. Someone needs to come get it off the deck because I've boarded everything up and am leaving in an hour. I have someone watching it, but he gets off at six tonight."
"You aren't with them?" she asked, confused by Caelan's harsh words and callous attitude. "No, they belittled me and sent me away before using the drugs and engaging in hardcore sex with their hosts. I was attacked from behind and knocked out because I refused to participate.
When I awoke, I summoned the Sheriff. A raid was conducted and they were all arrested. Paula, Judy, Danny, Marc, and her niece were taken to Spohn due to concerns about drug overdose; I assume they are still there and the parents have been called.
Regardless, the purpose of my call is to let Mr. Jameson know so he can arrange to have their clothing and personal items picked up before six pm. I'm sure Peggy would want that for her niece and friends."
"Caelan, please wait just a moment; he's in a meeting with Peggy and the McLaughlins. They all need to know! I'll butt in and you can tell them directly!"
"No, I don't need to talk to them; just give them the message," Caelan replied coolly. "Please!" she pleaded. "The McLaughlins and Peggy helped you in your time of need; please repay them by letting them know what happened and where Barbara Ann is!"
He knew she was right; it was his moral obligation to them, but he did not want to tell them the story -- let the cops do that! Or better yet, let Barbara Ann do that!
Still, he very reluctantly agreed.
"Caelan, this is Peggy. I hear you need to tell us something urgent. Is everyone all right?" "With a deep sigh, Caelan ignored his throbbing head to address them. "Not really, Peggy. Your niece, Paula, Judy, Danny, and Marc are in Spohn due to their drug use last night. I don't know anything about their condition, but the Sheriff will; they were all arrested in a raid early this morning."
When the exclamations and gnashing of teeth were over, Gail was dispatched to call the sheriff's office and get an update. "This sounds so terribly unlike our daughter, Caelan! Please tell us the whole story!" Amelia begged.
He started by telling them that the summer had been wonderful, and then began giving details with coffee on the deck, the Frenchies walking by, and ended with what he saw when he checked the bedrooms. There were gasps, cries of 'oh no!', and other sounds of pain and denial; Caelan knew them well.
He sat quietly until they calmed down, and then advised them that he went to the deputy, who called for the drug raid. He did not know what happened after that, but Deputy Ramos had dropped by to tell him they were taken to the hospital due their confused state. There they would be tested for drugs and venereal diseases, and for forced sexual activity. After that, they would be allowed to make their phone call.
"You said they found drugs in the house. They don't think our daughter and her -- YOUR -- friends were involved in drug trafficking, do they?" Mr. McLaughlin asked indignantly.
"Mr. McLaughlin, I don't know what they think. What I know is what I saw: my friends demeaning and deriding me and happily smoking Ti sticks. After I awoke from the assault, I saw drugged-up people all bunched up, naked, covered in dried cum, lying on a bed covered in dried cum and girl juices. I saw cameras and movie cameras that appeared to have been used to record their sexual exploits, but that is speculation.
Now, I'm going to hang up and let you handle this. I have a serious concussion, my head is throbbing, and retelling this story makes me nauseous and furious, so goodbye and good luck!"
With that odious task completed, he padlocked the last unlocked door and told Carlos to follow him in his pickup to the place he was storing the Woody. After, he dropped Carlos off and headed for the ferries. He almost made it, but a PAPD car stopped him just before he got on the HC Petry ferry.
"You need to follow us back to the station, young man. Deputy Ramos and the Chief need to speak to you," the policeman stated.
He nodded and did as instructed. Ramos and Chief Tallman greeted him in a friendly manner and explained they were doing a joint investigation. They then asked if he wanted his attorney present while they questioned him about the events of the last few days. He looked into Ramos' eyes and saw him wink; he answered he hadn't done anything wrong and didn't need an attorney.
The questions were asking for more detail on a few things; why he carried the fireplace poker; what caused him to hit Yves with it; the circumstances in which he decided they were being drugged, and in danger; and whether his friends commonly used drugs.
He answered their questions honestly and with sufficient detail that they circled back to the first time he saw and met the Europeans, wanting to know why he was suspicious. His answers mollified them, and they told him he was free to go, but not to leave the jurisdiction. He explained that he was headed back to Austin to begin workout with his Longhorn teammates. They gave him the 'Hook' em' sign, laughed, and told him not to leave the STATE without letting them know.
*** Sunset I laugh, sunrise I cry; at midnight I'm in between and wondering why***
When he arrived in Austin, he got a room for the night at the Villa Capri near campus and called a realtor who was a senor teammate his first year at UT. The realtor said he had just what Caelan needed, and told him to come look at it in the morning. Being exhausted and in pain, he swallowed a handful of aspirin, took a shower, and went to bed.
After settling into the furnished apartment in a new complex on Riverside Drive his buddy found for him, Caelan returned to the coaches' offices on campus to check in. They were pleased to see him, but not the gash in his scalp. After the trainer, he saw the team doctor in his offices downtown. The x-rays verified his skull wasn't fractured, so he cleaned it up, stitched it together after fussing at him about waiting this long, and sent him home to rest.
As dark approached, he got a Lone Star out of the fridge and sat on his third floor balcony that overlooked the river and downtown. He played the eight-track tape of the Pozo Seco Singers' Time album that he had listened to on the way up. Having met Don Williams recently, and Susan Taylor and Loften Kline on one of his forays into Corpus Christi in 1965, there were happy memories associated with the group. Back then, before they became a regional and then national sensation, they did a lot of cover songs and some of their own.
Time was a melancholy folk song written by Susan Taylor's former boyfriend/duet partner that matched his mood. He opened a second and then third beer, and then more, as he replayed it and pondered the lyrics that so moved him. Somehow, it seemed so apropos, given the friends who had betrayed him.
Some people run, some people crawlSome people don't even move at allSome roads lead forward, some roads lead backSome roads are bathed in light, some wrapped in fearful black
Time, oh time, where did you go?Time, oh good, good time, where did you go?
Some people never get, some never giveSome people never die, and some never liveSome folks treat me mean, some treat me kindMost folks just go their way, don't pay me any mind
Time, oh time, where did you go?Time, oh good, good time, where did you go?
Sometimes I'm satisfied, sometimes I'm notSometimes my face is cold, sometimes it's hotSunset, I laughSunrise, I cryAt midnight, I'm in between and wondering why
Time, oh time, where did you go?Time, oh good, good time, where did you go?
'Barbara Ann, what the fuck happened? You work your way back into my heart, and for six weeks you are the woman of my dreams. Hell, you are even talking about marriage and kids! Two days later you are an uncaring bitch who makes fun of me for trying to take care of you! Well, fuck you, fuck your friends, and fuck Danny and Marc! Oh, that's right -- you did! And everyone else there! All those sophisticated, cultured Europeans I warned you about! So, how are you feeling now? Enjoying being hospitalized while under arrest?'
***
His night was worse than horrendous; Barbara Ann was fucking and being fucked by all his friends and teammates, and her friends, and the fucking Euros! He was tied to a chair in the corner, and whenever a man or woman got off, Barbara Ann would proclaim, "I love you Caelan! We are just more cultured than you! After they all fuck me a few times I'll come back and we can raise babies together!"
He awoke in a sweat, drank water, peed, and went back to bed, only to dream it all again.
After consuming a full pot of coffee, he took the rolls and reels of film to a man he had heard about who processed whatever you brought him, for a special fee. Caelan was sure the film and the photos were pornographic by any measure, so this wasn't something you took to the neighborhood camera shop. This guy was well known around the students as someone who would process naked pics of your girlfriend, fraternity party, or whatever you had, but it cost you. Caelan didn't really care; he had broken the law by taking them and not disclosing it to the cops anyway. He had the money, and he wanted to see what they had recorded.
The shop was tiny, the man slimy, but all he wanted to know was "How many copies?" "One of the films, three of the photos," Caelan replied, "and I mean exactly that number. I want the copies and the negatives, and I don't want a discount for letting you keep a set. I was warned, and now I'm warning you; I know where you work and where you live! Get it?"
He looked both disappointed and more interested, but he merely nodded and said "Two days; bring the money or I sell them, and make a lot more, if they are as good as I expect."
Formal practice was still a few days away, but working out with the early arrivals and the teammates who spent the summer in Austin was welcome. It took all his time and energy, gave him something positive to focus on, and kept the bad memories buried for a few hours.
Before his redshirt year, he had never been a vocal leader, thinking he should lead by example and older players should be the vocal leaders. After seeing things from a coach's perspective last year, however, he knew leadership was a quality desperately needed. Too often, when bad things started happening or it got to nut-cutting time, the team had fallen apart. Coaches need leaders on the field to quell that when it first begins; they are on the sidelines and don't have unlimited timeouts to use for that purpose.
Now, after three days of informal workouts, he noticed that the other players often deferred to him when it came to decisions about what to do, how to do it, etc. Perhaps it was because they remembered him coaching the linebackers last year, or maybe his play in the spring game impressed them, but it was clear they were turning to him for leadership.
Stepping up would force him to verbalize the innate qualities of leadership he knew he possessed, and that was a big step. People had always looked to him for leadership, but his preference was the quiet kind of leadership that explains why you should or shouldn't, and expects you to act properly.
That, he realized, wasn't going to work any better with this team than it had with Barbara Ann, Judy, Paula, Danny, and Marc on that fateful day. Perhaps if he had been more forceful, more insistent, they wouldn't be in the hospital under arrest, and he wouldn't be feeling sick to his stomach and anxious all day and all night. He hated that possibility, but it drove him to stronger, more forceful leadership of his teammates.
As they finished the punishing agility and speed work, Caelan saw Coach Campbell watching; he waved, indicating he wanted to talk to him, and started toward Gregory Gym. Caelan said his goodbyes and followed, not sure whether he should be concerned. When he turned the corner, both Campbell and Royal were there.
"Son, you put on about 20 pounds of armor since you came back, haven't you? How much do you weigh now?" asked Coach Royal. "I'm at 236 coach, but I think I'm faster than I was." "We believe you are! Amazing how you've recovered from what we all thought was the end of your career.
So, we have several things to tell you. First, we're moving you to the middle linebacker position. I see you're surprised, but Coach Campbell will talk to you about it. I'll just say we need the MLB to call the defense, make adjustments, and steady the team when we have problems, and we think you're the right man to do that. You might be a few pounds light in the britches, but you will make that up with savvy and speed.
Like I said, I'll leave the rest to Coach Campbell, but I also have some news you may not want to hear. You're two buds, Danny and Marc, are no longer on the team. Their attorney called this morning and said they wouldn't be coming back, and you could give us more information if we needed it. We would like to know more."
"Coach Royal, Coach Campbell, we told you we were going to spend the summer in Port Aransas, and we did. We weren't just surfing and chasing girls; we worked out every day but Sunday, and we worked out hard! We ran 2-5 miles each morning, worked lower body three days a week and upper body three days. We ran sprints and agility drills in the loose sand by the dunes, and ran up and down one of the large dunes. Danny gained more muscle than I did, and Marc gained as much; we were all dedicated to making the starting lineup this year, and to helping the team win every game.r"
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