Exile On Main St. - Recap

Hank rubbed the sleep from his eyes and looked at Charley Runkle, his best friend and manager, as Charley told him that he was out on bail and he had some good news and some bad news, which did he want to hear first? Hank waved his hand, closed his eyes and said just tell him. Charley said that he had been able to get a good female lawyer for him but the bad news was that Karen and Marcy were at the apartment and did not, most emphatically did not, want him to show his face at home! Even Charley himself was in hot water over Hank's lastest shenanigans. Hank wondered aloud where he was to stay now since he had been outed for having sex with a girl the age of his own daughter, sixteen. Charley allowed as he didn't know that just yet, but let's go meet the lawyer, she's a kickass broad.


On the way, they stopped to get out and peruse Hank's face and accompanying comments in huge letters on a reader board. A man standing beside Charley punched him in the arm and said that's my kind of guy! Charley shrugged and pasted a wan smile on his face. At the high rise office of Abby, the female lawyer Charley had hired for Hank, the men sat and as Abby tried to ask questions of Hank, she was offended by his snarky, sarcastic answers. She grimaced and finally snapped that Hank was a waste of her valuable time since he didn't want to cooperate and asked that they leave. Charley tried to soothe her ruffled feathers and demanded that Hank be a gentleman since the lawyer was his last chance. Hank said that he would do whatever it took because he wanted his home and family back, that he missed his wife and daughter very much. Abby took a deep breath and suggested that first of all, Hank should take a shower, that was a good place to start. Hank said he would and the two men left her office.


In the lobby of the building, a very tired Hank collapsed on a bright red couch but was promptly asked to sit up and share the seating by a perky dark haired women in her thirties. Right off the bat, she began telling him that she was not going to sleep with him and that her name was Sasha Bingham. She was actually a movie actress and she was in the building to attend a meeting to discuss a movie in the works. It would be based on Hank's bestseller, "Punching and Fucking". Sasha was a great admirer of Hank. Charley urged Hank up and they took the elevator back up to another office. There, Sasha, a movie producer and other technicians sat round a huge marble table telling Hank how much they liked his book and they just knew a movie would be a box office smash. Sasha shook up the people there by baring her ample bosom and a rude but frank Hank said that she had some nice knockers! The meeting came to an end with promises to meet again to further this venture. The movie producer had taken Hank aside and told him that if he agreed to make this movie, that Charley could even have his old job back. Hank capitulated, not with enthusiasm, but because it seemed to be the only avenue open to him and Charley at the moment.


In a nightclub that evening, Hank and Charley were comparing war stories on how many women they had slept with in the past when Hank said it didn't really matter, though he was sure that it was well over a hundred. Charley sighed and said that before he died, he wanted to make it to a hundred women and smiled. A very tired Hank said that he just wanted to sleep, but Charley said that there was one more meet and greet that night before sleep, besides where would he sleep? Hank didn't want to hear any more, but Charley dragged him into an elevator and at a certain floor and apartment, showed him the door and said, make it good. The apartment's occupant turned out to be Sasha wearing very little. They chatted about the movie for a bit, then Sasha asked him what he really wanted. Hank said that he wanted to go back home, wanted to see his beloved wife and to wake up to his daughter's heavy metal music. Sasha did understand, but right now she was horny as hell and needed some hot sex. She climbed up on top and Hank stopped her. He said that he liked it rough and asked her to punch him in the face. She hesitated, shrugged and gave him a knuckle sandwich. Not satisfied or even titillated yet, Hank said harder! Sasha rained blow after blow on his face until his nose bled, asking him was that what he had wanted? Yes, that did the trick and the two made the beast with two backs, then fell exhausted into a deep sleep. Hank dreamt that it was full daylight and he was standing in the street outside his own apartment. He drifted into the apartment where apparently unseen by his wife, he watched her sleep, her face relaxed. He floated into his sixteen year old daughter's messy bedroom where she sat on her bed, playing an electric guitar. She seemed angry and scowling, she stood up and using her guitar, began to tear up her room, breaking the vanity mirror, knocking down books and other objects from the desk there. Even Marcy was there, muttering nasty things about Hank. It seemed like a nightmare and he left, feeling very unwanted, not sure how he would even get back into the good graces of his estranged family.

Hank awoke to sunlight and a note from Sasha. A knock on the door revealed a smiling Charley on the other side. Charley told a naked Hank to holster that thing and get dressed, they had things to do. Being the bearer of good and bad news again, Charley told Hank that Abby had managed to get the assault charges dropped, but he was to be arrested for statutory rape. At the courthouse, Hank was handcuffed and taken to jail.

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