Rock Radio - By Lisa Wainland Page 0,18

living together, it was serious.

Dana slipped out of her clothes and into the shower. She let the hot water beat down on her back.

And she cried.

Chapter 9

Jonny woke up to the eager hands of his wife.

“Hey Jonny,” she whispered in his ear, “it’s been awhile.”

He turned toward Jill, never one to turn down an offer. Besides if he was with his wife this morning, maybe that would keep him from being with Heather that afternoon. Heather. Jeez. Just the thought of her aroused him.

“Oooh,” Jill said, “I can see you were thinking the same thing.”

Jonny rolled on top of her and they fell into their usual routine. It was a reminder to him, sex with Jill was boring and brief.

“I’ve missed you babe.” Jill stroked his hair. “It was good to be close to you again. It’s been too long.”

“Yeah, I know,” Jonny lied, removing himself from her arms, “but I gotta go.”

Jill rolled onto her stomach, “But honey it’s only seven-thirty, you’re not on the air till two.”

“Yes, Jill,” Jonny pulled away, “but you forget ‘on the air’ is just a small part of my job. And besides, I have a meeting with Ted today. I don’t want to go either, baby,” he kissed her forehead, “but I have no choice.”

“Okay,” she sighed, “I have to get up now anyway or I’ll be late for work. I’m working on a big campaign for Miami Motors. They’re gonna advertise on your station, too. I think they said they’re working with a guy named Nick Coleman or something. Do you know him?”

“Unfortunately,” Jonny answered putting on his clothes. “Nick’s about as sleazy as they come.”

“Yeah, I kinda sensed my client wasn’t too crazy about him.”

Jonny was dressed, faded black jeans and a red Sister Hazel t-shirt. “Sorry Jill, I have to jet.” He checked his bleach blond spikes in the mirror. “I’ll call you later.”

And just like that Jonny was out the door and in his Corvette. He flipped the radio on to the WORR morning show, Jay Jay, Loud Mike and Funny Boy. Their show was a mix of sex and rock ‘n roll. They were bawdy, rude and tried to break every rule in the book. Real guys guys, they insulted their listeners and put down women. It was a show by men, for men. It worked. Men loved the show for its honesty...and the descriptions of the hot babes visiting in the studio. Some women liked the show for its insight into the male brain. But the phenomenon of the show was the large number of women listeners who hated the show, but listened religiously to see what the chauvinist trio would say next.

It was a ratings winner.

In reality Jay Jay was gay, Loud Mike was a devout catholic with a wife and five kids and Funny Boy was, well, he was really Funny Boy. His given name was Rick Tenor and he would do anything for the show. In the course of his employment he’d run naked through the drive through of a fast food restaurant to order a burger and fries, stuffed himself into a plastic garbage can and floated in a neighborhood canal for the station’s ‘Over the Barrel for Niagara Falls’ promotion and he devoured nearly every gross food imaginable at station appearances – cow brains, giant roaches, and in ‘The Most Disgusting Concoction of All’ contest, a blended drink of mayonnaise, honey, hot dogs and chocolate. The kid was the ultimate stunt guy for a morning show and his hijinks helped bring in ratings.

“So fellas, tell me this, would you drink your wife’s milk if she was lactating?”

True to form, Jay Jay had picked his usual offensive topic.

“Well that’s utterly ridiculous,” Loud Mike replied in fits of laughter.

“You mooo-ve me man, really you do.” Jay Jay was on. The banter began.

“You’re just too much of a coward to tell me otherwise.”

“I think you both have milked this enough already.” Funny Boy always had something to add. “Besides I’d drink it. Or put it in your coffee...like I did yesterday.”

EWWWWWWW. Jay Jay played their trademark sound effect. Then the listeners started calling in. Yep, another successful show was underway.

Jonny laughed out loud in his car. The bits were even funnier to him than the listening audience because he knew the players. He could only imagine Loud Mike’s wife Colleen if she heard the show. Colleen, prim and proper, never listened to the show. Or so Mike said. No one had ever met Colleen. Like