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DIVINE INTERVENTION
A BJ DIVINE NOVEL
by TA Gates & Luree Vanderpool
CHAPTER ONE-EXCERPT
Fuckers.
I raised my right hand. "I swear to tell the truth, the whole truth, nothing but the truth, so help me God.
No, I do not think free court counseling will save this marriage."
As I left chambers for the third time in my life, I heard the judge mumble under his breath, "See ya next
time."
Pausing just outside, I let the heavy wooden door bump my butt as it closed. Then I raised my left
hand and gave the judge a one fingered salute.
He'd been trying to get in my pants for years.
Fucker.
"You're here with BJ Divine, KRKR 96.9. I'm gonna rock you all night long on the KRocKR." I jabbed
a button and let Led Zepplin loose on the night.
My work shift had just started. It'd been a hell of a day. Divorce court was only the beginning. Seeing
mostly twenty something girls giving high fives and hoots of victory over their sudden freedom, only
made me feel... I was going to say sad, but that's not quite right. Resigned? I don't know. Definitely
more road weary though.
Sitting in my studio was like being with an old friend, comforting in its familiarity. I didn't want
anything else to change. At least not for a long while. I needed stability, even though I knew for a fact
it was a total illusion.
I had been spinning records for 30 freakin' years. It required no thought any more, the routine. That
was a good thing. Especially at times like this.
I hadn't exactly made an announcement that today was the actual official ending of my marriage. After
the first couple of times the newness sort of wore off. But I dutifully called my parents this afternoon
and had gotten their typical responses.
Mother joyously informed me that at my age there were no good men left and that I better just get used
to casual sex. This from a woman happily married for fifty some years. To the same man. Go figure.
Dad said, "You're better off without the son of a bitch." Straight up, just the way I liked it.
Men. I've been cursed with an inordinate love for the bastards. Surrounded myself with them. But
could I stay married to one? Obviously not.
I let my suggestive voice float out over the air waves; giving our mainly male audience what they're
missing in the darker hours.
"It's everybody's favorite time of the night. Midnight Confessions of the Love Torn. We want to hear
about how your heart was ripped out. You know the number. Call me."
"Hey, baby. It's me. You know my story. It's you, BJ, that rips my heart out by not agreeing to go out
with me, man. What's up with that?"
"Hey, Stan the Man, how ya doin'? You know I love ya, but this station's policy keeps me virginal.
What a bummer for us all. What's your song request tonight?"
"ACDC's 'Rock Me All Night Long'," Stan half sang into my ear.
"You got it. Until next time." The tune went out to fill Stan's lonely heart.
While the song played on, I answered the next caller. "This is BJ, rockin' you all night long on KRKR.
Who's this and what can I do for you tonight?"
"I am the answer to your dreams, BJ."
"Oh yeah?" I laughed. "How's that?" This is what kept the job fun. I loved this shit.
"I'm mature enough to be over myself and young enough to be able to rock you all night long."
"You do sound perfect!" I laughed again. " But like I just told another fan, I can't involve myself with
anyone on the job."
"Then meet me after work. I'll be at Bitchin'. Waiting."
How did he know about my bar? "Do I know you?"
"Show up and find out. By the way the song I want is Eric Clapton's 'Wonderful Tonight'." He hung
up.
Well I wasn't about to play that back over the air, so I went on to the next blinking light.
Stoner stuck his smoke wreathed, wooly head into my sacred space. All I had to do was take a deep
breath in his presence and could get a buzz on.
"Got anything to eat?" He grinned.
This was our nightly conversation starter. He had the nonstop munchies, but never brought any food
to fill his cravings.
We'd worked together so long, that I bought huge bags of Halloween candy when it went on sale,
divvied up into baggies of all things, for just this purpose. I tossed a junk food filled bag at his head.
"Go rot your guts out, Sugar Man. It's on the house."
He sat his scrawny ass on my console corner. "Make it through your afternoon?"
"Yeah, I'm a free woman. Again." Stoner was one of the few people outside my immediate family that
even knew I'd been married.
"Wanna go out after work. Drown our sorrows?" He mumbled through a mouth full of candy.
"What the hell sorrows do you have, you little freak?"
"Well, hell, I don't know, but I could make up some shit so you don't feel alone in your agony."
We were both laughing as I finished up my shift and got ready to hand things over to Punjab. Don't
even ask about his nickname.
I zipped my leather jacket up, even in May, the desert night winds get cool. I straddled my Fat Boy and
allowed myself to ponder whether tonight's unidentified caller would really be at the bar or not.
I knew I was going. Nick was expecting me. He also knew about today, or technically yesterday.
Anyway hanging out with him at Bitchin' was my drug of choice.
Maybe it'd be quiet enough we could shoot some pool.
I roared off into the dark, cruising toward Scottsdale.
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