tinhuvielartanis | Duke Scarpone

I will never forget that name or the man who owns it.

Early in my "career" at BMG, we moved from the much smaller 104 building up to the 110 building. It was in 1988. Not only did I get to move to 110 to help set up receiving, but I also got transferred to 1st Shift after working on 3rd Shift for about a year. We moved into 110 before the building was completely finished. ADT was still there installing the security system for the entire warehouse.

ADT consisted of two men. A dude and his partner, Duke Scarpone.

Duke Scarpone triggered my very first fit of pure libidinous lust. He had dark curly hair that covered his ears and was half-way down his neck. He wore black-rimmed glasses. And he didn't walk. He swaggered. His swagger inspired the walkie talkie hooked to his belt to bounce provocatively against his well-shaped butt. I loved to watch that man swagger by. I wanted to molest him in front of all my coworkers. I wanted to do things to him that I'd never even heard of then, but I wanted to do them all the same.

He looked an awful lot like Paul Sand, but darker. I wanted him desperately. Tim got tired of my drooling pretty quickly and took to calling Duke "Mayonaissssse" just to irritate me. Now I can't look at Dukes mayo without thinking of my beautiful ADT hunka hunka burnin' love.

Instead of just approaching him, I sent various agents of evil to collect information for me. That's how I found out his name and that he was originally from New Jersey. It's also how I found out he was married and his wife was pregnant. Curses. He was informed that he had a secret admirer and I often watched him scanning the employees in the warehouse, probably wondering who she was. He never found out.

Sometimes, like for the past few days, I can close my eyes and see Duke swaggering through the old warehouse, that walkie-talkie doing what I always wanted to do: gently smacking his ass just to let him know it was there.