The Death of 1977 (Book 3)

The Porter Theater proudly presents:

Halloween Horror Hijinks

Our classic Horrorfest Matinee this evening: Dracula, The Mummy, The Creature from the Black Lagoon. And our special engagement, Fritz The Cat.

Jeremiah, along with a host of perhaps several others sporadically spread throughout the theater, sat quietly and watched as the cartoon cat and his girlfriend caroused and frolicked before engaging in an orgy of cartoon sex. Jeremiah was seated in the second to the last row.

Jeremiah, with his right hand inside his pants, massaged his organ from side to side, all the while keeping a watchful eye on anyone who may have been passing by in his vicinity. The man wasn't all too troubled by the fact that he was inside a movie theater pleasuring himself; all that mattered to him was the climax. As far as Jeremiah was concerned he was the only person there. His attention was rattled, but not to where he felt the need to tear himself away from the screen ahead. He jerked and pulled faster until the orgasm struck his entire body, causing him to jolt slightly in his seat and shut his eyes.

Once Jeremiah was through with the elation, he opened his eyes and pulled his hand out of his pants before composing himself. He then looked at the other men inside the theater to find them all either steadily watching the film or slumped over asleep.

Jeremiah nervously took off his glasses and wiped the lenses before placing them back onto his face. He then happened to glance behind him at the empty row which even in the darkness he could see was still unoccupied.

The moment his curiosity was sated he turned back around to spot a man coming back into the theater from the lobby with a box of popcorn in hand. The man kept on walking until he found his seat clear down at the very front row. Behind Jeremiah, however, someone so stealthy materialized in the very last seat in the row. It was none other than Isaac Mercer, dressed in an all-black suit and tie. The man's face was downcast in the darkness as he stared straight over at an unassuming Jeremiah, and only Jeremiah.

Jeremiah kept watching the screen with a blank lethargy, as if his eternal time was being wasted. On the back of his neck he could feel a sudden brush of cool air caressing him. He budged only an inch or two without taking a glance behind him. Soon enough, however, his own boredom got the best of him. The cool air on his neck was gradually becoming a nuisance, along with the idiocies of an animated hippie cat and his misadventures.

Jeremiah stood up from his seat and simply dragged his body out of the row and eventually out of the theater altogether. He passed the concession stand in the lobby on his way out the door and into the night to find some white and black teenagers standing around laughing and hanging out.

Jeremiah zipped up his jacket and carried on past the young ones on the way to his Camaro that was parked in the lot. The very instant Jeremiah got inside a heavy blanket of quiet stroked his body. He sat and soaked in its luster for as long as he could before the boisterous noises of the kids from across the parking lot laughing out loud disrupted his calm. That was when the cool air began to creep inside the vehicle. Jeremiah turned on the ignition before giving the theater one final glimpse. He did what he had to do inside; he was pleased with himself, if not for only a few minutes. And with that, the man pulled out of the lot and onto the road.

The section of town he was driving in wasn't exactly the most desirable, even though there were far worse. He was only five minutes away from Downtown, which meant that he wasn't all too far from his own home; the very last place on earth he wanted to end up.

As he tooled along Jeremiah couldn't help but to be whipped across the back of his neck by more cool air. Rather than turn around he simply cut on the heat inside the car and allowed its warm breath to whisper into his face. But still, the stifling coolness from the backseat continued to press against his skin.

Jeremiah came to a stop at a traffic light. Just as he was about to spin around his eyes suddenly caught a collection of brightly clad women all standing together in a huddle at a nearby corner. The very second Jeremiah spotted one particular lady he immediately flicked his headlights off and on before looking all around and carefully pulling over towards the curb. He reached over and rolled down the window. Checking from left to right Gwen came over dressed in a pair of red, high-heeled boots and a black fur coat.

"Hey, buddy, can you get me outta here?" She poked her blushing red face through the open window.

"You betcha," Jeremiah replied while unlocking the door.

Gwen swiftly jumped into the car and slammed the door shut. "You remember what we talked about the other night about going to your place, right?"

Pulling back onto the road, Jeremiah hesitantly replied with a gulp, "Uh...yeah, I remember. That's not a problem."

"Good, because it's getting too hot even out here," Gwen griped while taking a tube of lipstick from out of her purse and marking her lips with it in the rearview mirror. "Just last night, a girlfriend of mine was taken in."

"Really," Jeremiah sounded concerned.

"Yep, she has two kids she has to feed, too. Poor girl, this is all she needs, the fuzz breathing down her neck for working."

Jeremiah just shamefully shook his head from side to side while relishing in his mind what he needed to do later on. The thought of going back to his apartment again had been lingering about inside his head for days. And sitting there right next to Gwen's warm and willing body didn't make his decision any more desirable.

Sighing, Gwen blurted out, "Look, about the other night, I didn't mean to come off so rude."

Coming back to life, Jeremiah smirked, "Oh...don't worry about it."

"No, no, I know I can be a real asshole sometimes, but you just have to understand that I'm not used to nice guys in this business."

"Don't mention it. I guess we Jewish folk have a knack for running our mouths a little too much."

"You're Jewish?" Gwen looked over astonished.

"Uh, yeah," Jeremiah replied in a rather apprehensive way.

"Geez," Gwen giggled. "Don't take offense to this, but I honestly thought you were German at first."

Jeremiah laughed out loud before saying, "That's a trip!"

"Yeah, tell me about it!" Gwen laughed right back. "So tell me, how did you end up finding me out here of all places? What, do you have one of those Lost in Space trackers or something?"

Jeremiah continued to smile. "Actually, I was at

wasn't too far

want you to think that I'm following you or keeping tabs on you. I

Nodding her head, Gwen asked, "So are you saying that I'm

that." Jeremiah glanced her way. "You've

better, you're my favorite,

Jeremiah laughed

the year." Gwen clasped her hands together in a rubbing motion. "Halloween and cool nights. C'mon, let's turn on

more than eager to grant her wish as he reached forward and cut on the radio. Instantly, Queen's, 'We are the

out in enthusiasm. "At least they're not playing that stupid Star Wars song

keeping an anxious eye on the portion of Gwen's legs that wasn't covered by her

guys aren't too bad." Gwen stated. "Listening to this while standing around

"I can see how you

how is it that you have the heat on in here and it still feels cold?"

could think of doing was turning the heater up one more

he fiddled with the heater, the cooler it seemed to become inside the

further do you live

"Uh, about ten more miles," Jeremiah

it feels almost like winter in here," Gwen blew into her

felt it as well...it

were a shrink, why did you leave your practice?" Gwen asked while climbing out of Jeremiah's car. "I mean, you seem like a really

locking his door behind him, Jeremiah reluctantly sighed, "Sometimes we become so overwhelmed to where

car." Gwen surmised as she followed Jeremiah towards

statement and focused all of his jittery attention on the building which he

around. Both Jeremiah and Gwen passed them on the way inside. Jeremiah dropped his head and made sure they were just simple blurs in the night. As they entered into the

coming here all the

doing some...construction around here. The paint smell tends to

flight right into his throat. The doors flung open so quickly that he thought the elevator itself wasn't operating properly. Stepping out and onto the floor, Gwen continued to be overtaken by

bugged

with his hands inside his jacket pockets, Jeremiah bashfully murmured, "Yeah, but I won't be

"Why not,"

"I'm unemployed." He shrugged his shoulders. "I kinda left my other practice abruptly. If I don't find something by the end of this month, then

that means

Jeremiah haplessly remarked, "Yeah, tell me about

Jeremiah stopped at a door and pulled a key from out of his back pocket. He then unlocked the door and flicked on the light switch that was found on the left side of the wall. Instantly the entire living room was illuminated

give me your

the sizable living room which was furnished with a big screen television, two

"Go ahead and have a seat." Jeremiah pointed at one of the couches. "Would

Gwen responded, "You got a

onto the other couch and took off towards the kitchen. "I've

"Budweiser

one bottle and brought it back into the living room where Gwen was comfortably

She took the bottle. "Hey, I know it's late, but do you think I

go ahead. I gotta go and clean up a bit in

Jeremiah scooted on into the bathroom. He turned on the light inside the tiny room and quickly took a leak inside the toilet before stepping over to the sink, grabbing a dry rag and scrubbing his midsection. Once he was through cleansing himself, he tossed the wet rag into a nearby basket and turned to catch the one thing in the mirror that had seized him so violently...his reflection. The man stood at the sink and studied himself for the longest time. His overgrown beard and red eyes made him appear as though he hadn't taken a wink of rest in weeks. Ever so sullenly he reached into

he dropped Julie's picture into the sink and picked up the black and

"Hey there, little guy." Jeremiah petted the purring animal. "Sorry I was gone for

think there's a short with your kitchen lights!"

in his arms, came back into the living

of Jeremiah's arms and embraced it in her own. "My grandkids want a cat for Christmas. If things keep going well for

you saying about the kitchen

and

see the lights remain stationary. "I just changed