96 Rocks. Ron Ph.D Hummer
Chapter 2
Tim Harrelson
Monday, May 17, 2010 2:15pm
Tim walked upstairs, wiping the perspiration from his forehead as he spotted Diane Crawford in the engineers room. She paced around the room, her cell phone to her ear. He looked her over from head to toe, stopping along the way to admire every part of her body: Her long curly brown hair the fell over her shoulders, framing her dark eyes and round face; her breasts were large, barely contained in her short sleeved red blouse; her white pants were tight, displaying the generous curves of her hips.
He saw that Diane rolled her eyes and turned around, giving Tim a nice view of her bottom as it worked against the fabric of her white pants. “I love that ass,” he muttered. “So perfect, just like the rest of her.”
He shook his head, still disappointed that she was leaving in 2 weeks. Can’t believe that she’s going to California without having another job. Crazy bitch must be out of her mind.
First Mary, now Diane. Place would start to look like a dog pound in no time, Tim reflected.
His thoughts turned to Liz. Wonder if I still have a chance with her, he asked himself. Not ready to give up on her just yet.
He grinned, walking toward the booth. Mind as well have some fun with her before she leaves, he mused. Just like I did with Mary.
He opened the door quietly, barely hearing the creek as he stepped inside. She was still on the phone, her voice low sultry, just like it was on the radio. He licked his lips, moved closer, swinging his right arm just so slightly, drawing closer.
“I’ll have to call you back,” she said, closing the phone as he reached her.
She turned, took a deep breath, drawing her lips together, forming an angry line. “What do you want?”
“Nice way to greet me,” he replied.
She shrugged her shoulders, narrowed her eyes. “Then leave.”
“I’m trying to be nice to you. After all, you’re leaving.”
“The only thing I regret was that I didn’t report you for sexually harassing me.”
“I didn’t sexually harass you.”
“You know that you did, just like you did to Mary.”
Tim deliberately stared at Diane’s breasts, smiling. “Look, I’m sorry if I upset you. I said I was sorry. I just came in here to tell you that I’m sorry that you’re leaving.”
“I would appreciate it if you would look at my face,” Diane said angrily.
He looked into her eyes, grinning. “Look, you’re a beautiful woman. I can’t help myself.”
“I’m really glad that I’m not going to see you again. You’re such a creep.”
“I’ve always tried to be nice to you.”
“You’re a liar. You got Mary fired from here and the truth is that no one likes you. Except for Herman.”
“Don’t forget the owner, Bruce Thompson.” Tim’s smile grew wider as he drew closer. “And Herman is the general manager of the station.”
“And he’s just like you. Only difference is that he’s even more nasty if that’s possible.”
“If you say so.”
“Why don’t you get the hell out of here already,” she said, pointing at the door.
“Look, let me just give you some advice when you go for your next job.”
“Like I’m really interested in what you have to say.”
“Look, all I’m saying is that you’re a beautiful woman. Look at those women on the news stations. They wear short skirts. Leather skirts.” He rubbed his hands together. “They’re so hot. If you dressed like that and took some pictures, you’’d be on morning drive in no time.”
She narrowed her eyes, formed the letter -o- with her lips. “I think you better leave.”
“I’m getting tired of this.” He moved closer. “You know what I really like.”
She took a step back, feeling the table on her thigh. “What?” she said, annoyed.
“I really like it when a hot looking woman like yourself gets mad. That makes you look even hotter.”
“Drop dead,” she shouted.
Tim grabbed her, felt her breasts against his chest.
“Let go of me,” she yelled.
He covered her mouth with his, his tongue darting in her mouth around hers. He held her tight, moved his right hand on to her rear end. She pounded his back with her fists, trying to break free of his grip, failed. Then he felt her knee as it hit him in the groin. She broke free as he fell to the ground.
“You son of a bitch,” she screamed. “I can’t believe you did that. Are you nuts?”
He laughed, holding his groin. “I’ve been wanting to do that for so long. It was worth it.”
“We’ll see about that. I’m going down to talk to Marjorie,” she yelled, tears filling her eyes. “I’m going to do everything I can to get you fired.”
Tim’s laughter grew louder as he stared at her. “Not like you can prove any of this. Just like Mary. Remember.”
“You went too far this time. I’m not going to take it. I’m not going to take this.” She turned and ran from the room.
Chapter 3
Herman Pearson
Tuesday, May 18, 2010 - 8:35am
Herman Pearson stepped out of his red Cadillac, looked up at the sign on the roof of the red brick building that said WKXR, 96 Rocks, in blue and white, grinned. He rubbed his eyes with the tips of his fingers, yawned, then closed the door.
I’m the reason this station is still in business, Herman thought to himself. If it wasn’t for me, all these people would be out of jobs. Not like they can work in another radio station. Except for Tim Harrelson of course.
His mind went back to the call from Bruce Thompson yesterday. He told him that Tim was sexually harassing Diane Crawford. Even want as far as kissing. It was an unwanted kiss.
Pearson shook his head, took a deep breath. Why on earth is she making a big deal of this? She’s leaving the station in two weeks. Not like she doesn’t ask for it for the way she looks all the time. Be nice if she wore a short skirt more than once every two weeks but what can you do. She’s a beautiful woman with large breasts and nice legs when you saw them.
He turned and had a quick glimpse of Joan Mueller on line the coffee cart. She had a small oval face, brown hair that fell over her ears, and a pair of wide hazel eyes that were covered by brown rimmed glasses. She was taller than Herman, about 5-6, wearing a white blouse and red dress that was loose, her stomach protruding over her belt. Probably getting a donut or a muffin or a bagel or all three, Herman thought, shaking his head.
He walked over to her; she turned and looked at him. He nodded his head and she walked over to him.
“Any reason you’re on line?” Herman asked.
“Just getting some coffee.”
“We have a coffee maker inside,” Herman answered. “If you’re getting a donut and a bagel, just say so.”
“I don’t like the coffee inside. That was all I was getting.”
“If they have a special flavor, you can buy it in the store and save some money since coffee is over a $1.00.”
“It’s