Chapter 9

On their weekend flights in and out of Lindbergh Field, Dude kept busy talking to everyone he could about real estate. In this way he picked up several listings and made some sales.

Early in December on a United Airlines flight to Chicago he sat by a distinguished looking chap with silvery, wavy hair. He was broad shouldered and trim for a man of fifty-five. He was very handsome with deep blue eyes.

Dude started, "You live in San Diego, sir?"

The answer was, "La Mesa."

Dude handed him his card inquiring, "Do you happen to have a house you want to sell?"

Dude was handed a card and the answer, "No, no house, but I have ten acres I'll sell." Dude learned that he was talking to Dr. Hemby who had his office on La Mesa Boulevard.

After learning the land was off Dehesa Road, Dude wanted to know his price. "Seven thousand an acre and it's all near level."

Dude thought, Wow! I can sell that for ten thousand an acre. He asked, "Will you let me list it and pay us ten percent commission out of that?"

The doctor told him he would. Dude took a listing form from his attaché case and wrote it up on a ninety day exclusive. As he was writing, he noticed the doctor eye-balling Dorothy and Mary who were seated across the aisle.

After signing the listing as he handed Dude his pen, the doctor told him, "Those two dolls over there, I've seen them somewhere. Do you know them?"

Dude told him they were traveling together, headed for Detroit to do a show that night, and asked, "Didn't you see the show at the El Mortez during the Attorneys' Convention?"

He slapped himself on the forehead, exclaiming, "Oh! Hell yes! That's where I saw those two. What was that now, "Full House,' wasn't it? You were in that, too, weren't you?"

Dude pointed to Gif and Arkie seated across the aisle and up a couple of seats, saying, "Right. And so were those two. We're making a personal appearance out of Detroit in an exclusive country club doing just what you saw at the El Mortez. Want to come along as my guest?"

"Hell yes!" he told him, "Any way I could lay one of them?"

"No problem, doctor, after the show they take on up to ten each, two at a time, fucking one and sucking the other, for fifty bucks a go. The audience has to pay ten dollars a ticket and there are always at least five hundred. We three guys take on six girls each, the same way, two at a time."

Dr. Hemby exclaimed, "What a gas. I wouldn't miss that for anything."

"Great," Dude said, "want to come to Washington tomorrow night then balks on Sunday?"

The doctor copied off the flight numbers involved, gave it to the stewardess and had her tell the captain to make reservations for him. He told Dude, "This is going to be the swingingest weekend I ever had."

And it probably was. After the show he was the first to screw Mary. Later he asked, "Dude, how much for all night with Dorothy?" Dude told him a hundred and he paid off.

The next night in Washington, he slept with Mary, and Sunday night again with Dorothy, in Dallas. Monday morning walking away from the Delta jet, Dude noticed as Dr. Hemby walked between Mary and Dorothy, there was a spring in his step like a teenager. The girls had told Dude he required two rounds before sleeping then another before getting up. What a stud they'd found there!

He made an appointment with the doctor for lunch next day, one o'clock at the Bronze Room.

After one martini Dude unfolded a contract on the table in front of Hemby. He had obtained the legal description from Louisville Title that morning, they had rushed him out a plat map and his offer to purchase was all legal looking. A hundred dollar deposit check was attached, made out to Jim O'Brien, trustee.

The doctor carefully read the contract, seven thousand down on sales price of seventy thousand dollars. Hemby was to carry the first trust deed of sixty-three thousand at six hundred and thirty dollars a month or more, including principle and eight per cent interest. "Looks good," he commented, "Where do I sign?"

Dude was thinking, seven thousand brokers' commission, thirty percent, or twenty-one hundred, of which Jim would get so actually he would take control for only the twenty-one hundred cash because the rest of the commission would go to himself. Fantastic!

He realized he was clearing twenty-seven thousand a month on those weekend sex shows. Twelve hundred per show then a fifty-fifty split with each one on the "Overtime" screws, boys and girls, which added up to another eleven hundred. Total, twenty-three hundred a night, sixty nine hundred a week, with hotels, meals and cab fares taken out, there it was, a cool twenty-seven thousand every four weeks!

Most of it he was putting into real estate. The way things were around El Cajon Valley, you just couldn't go wrong buying land. A year and a half earlier he had sold three and a half acres on Dehesa Road, near his ten, to a guy for twenty thousand dollars and had recently sold it for him for forty-five thousand. Twenty-five thousand profit in eighteen months, with seven thousand down and one hundred and thirty a month. Not bad!

Dude had a four by eight foot sign put up on his newly acquired land reading, "For Sale by Owner. Agent, Phone 447-3871". That was his home phone and he employed an answering service to take calls when he didn't answer the second ring. In three days he had received twelve calls on the sign and he answered them all telling them the price was eleven thousand an acre.

It was in the third week when an attorney who had called the first day, called back and asked Dude to come to his office on Fifth Avenue in San Diego. Said he wanted to make an offer.

Dude rushed down Interstate 8 through Mission Valley turning off on Cabrillo Freeway and on to downtown San Diego.

Soon he was seated at Al Featherstone's desk, and the conversation started with Al asking, "Mr. Marvin, where have I seen you before? Somewhere I know, but I can't figure out just where."

Dude asked, "Could it have been the stag party at the El Mortez after the convention?"

"Oh hell yes," he exclaimed, "that was one terrific show you five put on, the most erotic thing I ever witnessed. In fact, I went home later and laid my wife twice before going to sleep. First double header we'd had for years.

"Now, Dude, here's my offer. One hundred thousand cash for the ten acres. Here is my check for that amount."

Dude looked at it sadly as if about to cry, saying, "Sorry, Al. I can't accept it. The government would be the only one profiting from that, because of the capital gains tax. No, the only way I'll sell is as I told you before, twenty-nine percent, thirty-one nine down, and the balance in two equal yearly payments at seven percent interest. Do you want it?"

Al took the check saying, "O.K. Write up an offer to purchase that way, and I'll write you another check. Make it a seven day escrow."

When everything was signed, Al remarked, "Dude, I hear you are doing all right taking that sex show of yours all around the country. Do you have any advertising literature on it?" He told him he did down in his car. Al went on, "Let me have a couple of dozen and I'll send them to friends I have around Omaha, Chicago and St. Louis. I am sure it will result in several dates for you."

Dude was happy to bring them up to him, and as he left Al assured him, "If you ever run into complications with the law on your shows, I'll take the case gratis. Some of these stupid laws on our books for two hundred years should be scrapped."