He Knew It Was Cumming
Ron Jeremy saw the handwriting on the wall

A phone girl from the escort business found my number and called to say hi after I hadn’t heard from her for over a year. Susie doesn’t work in the business anymore, but still, she had a news tidbit I just had to hear!
“Guess who I did,” she effervesced within a minute or two of my answering the phone. “Ron Jeremy!”
“Ah! Not a very exclusive club,” I couldn’t help but rib her. She continued telling me the story: Susie had been vacationing in Los Angeles when she ran into Ron at the Rainbow Room, one of the locations where he is said to have worked his magic on unsuspecting women who simply wanted an autograph.
Susie was not one of them. Fuck the autograph. She wanted to see and play with his legendary junk. Which she did in the romantic confines of a bathroom stall. I will spare you the details. More important, Susie did relate one thing that was enlightening in retrospect. Apparently, Ron pushed Susie’s boundaries. And not so apparently, he listened when she said no.
After their bathroom honeymoon, Ron offered these words as they departed: “I stopped when you said no, right?” Suzie didn’t think much of it at the time. But now, we both agreed that Ron was already looking for a witness. Looks like he knew what was coming after behaving inappropriately with so many women.
I’ve heard Ron called a lot of things: Fat, smelly, entitled, cheap, and of course, hung. But nobody ever called him stupid. He was aware of the coming storm. And rain rain rain it will for the foreseeable future. He’d already seen the weather report and feared there’s no umbrella big enough to protect him from the legal elements. A day late and a dollar short is an adage that comes to mind.
