Tied Up In Knots by Antonia Adams

Author:Antonia Adams
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Publisher: Xcite Books Ltd
Published: 2011-09-27T04:00:00+00:00

That Girl!

by Landon Dixon

The flight from LA was long, the drive from Fargo even longer. But, finally, I located the nursing home on a tree-lined street in Merricourt, North Dakota. And then I found “Buffalo” Bob Simmons himself, 102 years old and still frisky as hell.

‘I’d like to talk to you about … “That Girl”,’ I said, sitting across from the old man in the sunlit recreation room.

His head jerked away from the nurse’s aide bent over a fellow resident, his eyes off the woman’s large, round buttocks stretching out her tan skirt, and focused on me. ‘That Girl!’ he murmured, cornflower-blue eyes shining. ‘You know, the guys on the team gave me the nickname “Buffalo” Bob, because I came from a hick town in North Dakota, and they all thought buffalos still roamed the Great Plains back in the 20s. But she always called me “Buff”. I was her biggest fan.’

I punched on my recorder, poised pen over notepad. ‘You’re the last surviving member of that 1927 college football team – the “Howlin’ Pack”, as you were known. And there’ve always been rumours about the team and “That Girl”, star of silent cinema. So, I’m trying to find out once and for all, before it’s too late: were the rumours true? Did you and the team and she engage in wild orgies and …?’

‘Fitz called her the hottest jazz baby of them all. And Dot Parker said she didn’t have “That”, she had “Those” – upstairs and down.’

Bob Simmons’ eyes grew misty. ‘It was the age of ballyhoo,’ he went on. ‘America was on the greatest, gaudiest spree in history, nowhere more so than in Tinseltown. And since there were no pro football teams for the Hollywood crowd to follow, they came to our games …’

‘Hey, Bob, is that who I think it is?’

We were on the field, warming up before our second home game in front of 76,000 fans, and I looked towards where our star halfback, “Touchdown” Tommy Lockerton, was pointing. ‘Ho-lee!’ I gulped, hardly believing my eyes. ‘That’s-that’s Sara Button!’

I’d just seen her in Children of Paradise that summer, and now there she was in-person, the greatest silent film star of them all, standing on the sidelines watching us warm up. Her hourglass figure was poured into a red jumpsuit, her smooth, shapely arms and legs bare, her wild mop of orange-red hair blowing about her heart-shaped face in the warm October breeze, a smile on her bright red Cupid’s bow lips.

Tommy elbowed me in the ribs. ‘Remember to keep your eyes on your blocks, big guy,’ he said, only half-jokingly.

I kept my eyes on my blocks, all right, clearing the way for Tommy to score three touchdowns, all the time knowing that Hollywood’s first authentic sex symbol was watching our every move. We easily rolled up our second straight win of the season. But the even bigger thrill came later, when Sara Button bounced into our locker room after the game to congratulate us all.

We were a young, innocent bunch, and a lady in the locker room had us grabbing for towels, to cover up.

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