Let Destiny Decide, Part 3

LET DESTINY DECIDE 

By Smokehut 
PART THREE 



It was about 10 a.m. on Saturday when Darren, newly liberated from his 
career as a college jock, faced the prospect of a free game day. The team 
was playing at one, and Darren didn't want to be anywhere near the stadium. 

Buttoning his shirt, he told Karina, "Hey, what say let's take off. Just 
hit the road. Go off in search of our destiny." 

"Say what?" 

"I'll see if I can find some weed. Maybe grab a six-pack. Just take off. 
Every time we come to a cross road, we'll flip a fucking coin. Heads we go 
left; tails we go right. Or vice-versa. Wherever we wind up, we wind up. Go 
find our destiny. 

"I need a new destiny. It's not out on that fucking football field 
anymore." 

Karina gave him a long stare, brushing her long brown hair. 

"Cool," she said. "You're on." 

They went back to Darren's dorm room, which was almost deserted since the 
football game was due to start shortly. There Darren retrieved an ice chest 
from the closet, then he and Karina took turns doing hits on the bong he 
had stashed beneath a pile of dirty clothes in the same closet. They opened 
a window, propped an electric fan in the opening and left it running to 
suck the smell out of the room. 

They were off. In the PT Cruiser, Darren took a wide path around the 
football stadium. 

"We'll hold off on the coin flips till we get clear of town," he said. "I'd 
hate to see destiny take us right up to that fuckin' stadium." 

"Want a smoke?" 

"Gotta have one," he said. "With a little buzz on, I'd bum a fuckin' smoke 
from Coach Raftery. Or Billy Graham. Jerry Falwell. Mother Teresa. Wouldn't 
matter." 

Karina laughed as she lit a pair of Marlboro Lights and handed one to 
Darren. 

"Oh, goddamn," he said. "That's so fuckin' cool. Nothing like a cigarette 
to keep the buzz rolling." 

He kept sneaking glances at Karina as she smoked. 

"My mom lets me smoke around her," he said. 

"Really," Karina said. "I can't even say that. Mine would send me to a 
therapist if she knew." 

"It's an accident, really," he said. "After my senior year of high school, 
I came home one night just baked, and my mom and dad were waiting up for 
me. I'd had, maybe, two beers, so they didn't smell the pot on my breath, 
but my dad got really pissed off. You know, I was supposed to be in 
training and all, so he gave me that typical hypocritical bullshit about 
how I ought not be trying anything away from home that I didn't do right 
there in the house. Like if I came home with a six, he'd just laugh and see 
if I wanted to play `quarters' with him. 

"So, you know, that kind of pissed me off, and I was seriously stoned, so I 
just reached in the pocket of my windbreaker, casual as could be, and 
pulled out a pack of Marlboro Reds. Said, like, well, OK, I started 
smoking, and I lit one up and just took a monster drag and exhaled this 
huge cloud up toward the ceiling. My mom just sat there silent. Dad cussed 
me out - all but disowned me - and went storming off to bed. I finished the 
cigarette and left my mom just speechless in the living room." 

"So then she said you could smoke." 

"Never actually said it," Darren recalled. "The next day, I get in from 
lifting weights, and when I go into my room, I find that Mom has made up my 
bed, which, like, never happens. So I know something's up. I pull back the 
cover and there's a carton of Marlboro Lights with a fuckin' Post-It note 
that says something like, `This is between us. Love, Your Mother." 

"That's so fuckin' cool," Karina said. 

"Yeah, so, from then on, once fuckhead was gone to work or safely away, I 
could just stroll into the kitchen, sit down with my mom and drink coffee, 
have a smoke. 

"She doesn't think I smoke much, but what she didn't know was that, when I 
was out and about, I was smoking Marlboro Reds. I was just smoking the 
Lights around the house and taking a pack out with me when I didn't have 
any money." 

"Spent it all buying weed, huh?" 

"Pretty much. But, you know, it's not like I was ever doing it every day. 
Usually I just split a joint with one of my buddies when we were hanging 
out, you know, away from everything, in some secluded spot and shit." 

"Where'd the bong come from? Bet Mom didn't leave that under the covers." 

"Shit, no, she didn't. I snuck off and bought Ol' Blue at the beach. It's 
always been top secret. Hey, time to examine our destiny, baby. Flip a 
fuckin' coin. Grab a brew. Light another smoke." 

Destiny led them to a little state park on the edge of a lake. It was 
virtually deserted in the cool of autumn. They made out on a picnic table 
overlooking the dam. 

"Want a smoky kiss?" Karina asked. 

"Oh, fuck, yeah." 

They kissed passionately, with Karina exhaling smoke as their tongues 
intermingled. She unzipped Darren's fly, and his angry red penis popped 
out. 

"How about a smoky blow job?" 

"Oh, my God, yes. Before I explode. I think it's on fuckin' autopilot." 

It didn't take long. 

When he regained his breath, Darren looked Karina square in the eyes, 
adopted an English accent and asked, "Might I similarly pleasure you, my 
love, with my tongue in your pussy?" 

"Why, thanks, yes," she replied. 

Then they just sat atop the picnic table for the longest time, silent in 
each other's arms, smoking and sharing little caresses. 

"Let's fuckin' run away, man," Darren said. "Let's fuckin' rob a bank. 
Let's make a run for the border. Let's steal some guns and kill a cop." 

"That's so sweet, Darren," Karina said, and then they both laughed for what 
seemed like forever. 

More coin flips led them to a rundown motel and a seedy diner. The game was 
playing on a black-and-white TV behind the counter. Darren's expression 
became wistful for just a moment, but Karina noticed. Then he turned toward 
her, sitting across from him in a booth, and gave her the most plaintive, 
adorable stare. 

"Do you think we could kill the football coach?" Karina asked. "What's his 
name? Raftery?" 

"Nah, baby, he don't need to die," Darren replied. "They get a new guy and 
I might start liking the game again. Now, at least, I can hate him from 
afar." 

Darren looked back at the screen. The head coach was kneeling and looking 
down at a grimacing figure on the ground. It was the quarterback. 

It occurred to Karina at that moment that she was pretty sure Darren played 
quarterback. 

That night in the shabby little motel room, Darren got really fucked up, 
which meant as a result that he wasn't nearly as good a fuck. To his 
credit, though, he did his best. Playing hurt, he could still get it up. 

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