[Author's note: I wrote this story close to 20 years ago and have not even considered updating it. It's not what I would consider your typical fiction and it does get a tad explicit at points. Just saying to serve as a warning. I have some additional comments but I will make them at the end as to not bias the reader. ggg]
Chapter 1
David
tried to go back to sleep. It wasn’t
going to be easy. Jackie had stolen most
of the covers and had spread out to cover what seemed like two-thirds of the
bed. “Why did I let her sleep here
tonight,” he thought as he slipped out of bed.
He padded lightly out of the bedroom and closed the door gently behind
him. “Early morning nookie, of
course.” He sat on the couch and took a
cigarette from the pack lying on the table.
Looking out the window, he saw the first rays of the sun shining just
above the horizon. He rolled the
cigarette between his fingers and coughed lightly. His throat was still raw from the combination
of cigarettes and singing from the party last night. He lit the cigarette and took a long
drag. A brief dizziness overcame
him. The lightheadedness, a result of
the fresh nicotine combined with the stale beer he could almost feel flowing in
his gut. He knew he was still hours from
the obligatory hangover. He picked up a
blue plastic cup that was filled almost to the top with beer. He sipped.
Warm and flat with a distinct, all too familiar flavor. Just below the surface floated a cigarette
butt. He reached in and pulled the butt
out, examining it, his fresh smoke dangling from his lips. He flicked the butt towards, but not into, a
large garbage can across the room. “I’ll
get that later,” he thought as he guzzled the remaining fluid in the cup. The hangover could wait a little longer.
The
‘party’ started out as a friendly night of Poker and cigars. Just a few friends from work who had nothing
else to do on a cold December evening.
He was bored. Lynn was away for
the weekend visiting her folks. “I have
to take some clothes to the dry cleaner,” had seemed like a reasonable excuse
to avoid the three-hour car ride and countless inquiries regarding marriage,
children, and home purchase. Lynn wasn’t
convinced. No tears this time, just a
few jabs at David’s parents and the over used “When are you going to grow up?”
as the door was slammed. This, he had
thought, was his chance to be a stereotype.
While still in bed at 11:00, he ordered a
pizza. No shower, no shave, he pullled
on an old pair of gym shorts when he heard the doorbell twenty-five minutes
later. He stopped in the kitchen for a
beer on his way to the door.
“How much?” He was
fumbling through a wad of mostly singles when he opened the door.
“Seventeen twenty nine.”
This was not the voice of the usual middle aged driver he came to
know. David looked up. Before him stood an image of beauty, no, cuteness,
no adorableness was probably the best way to describe her. She couldn’t have been more than
nineteen. David estimated that she stood
about five foot three, the perfect height.
Her brown hair was tied into two pigtails. Her uniform was just a smidgen too tight and
the top two buttons of her shirt were open, revealing just a hint of
cleavage.
He
on the other hand was wearing no shirt and, as he had joked so many times
before, showed just a hint of cleavage.
His ‘beer belly’ hung just over the barely functioning elastic waistband
of his shorts. His hair was matted down
in the front and sticking up, haphazardly on either side of his head. He appeared to be the quintessential dirty
old man and the look in his eyes, slowly rising to focus back on her face,
didn’t help the image at all. This was
not the first impression he wanted to make on this voluptuous little darling.
David
took the pizza from her and placed it on the floor. He fumbled through his bills and pulled out a
twenty and two singles. “Keep the
change,” he muttered and tried to suck in his gut, knowing the damage had
already been done.
“Thank
you.” Such a delicate voice. She started to turn.
“Ya
know, I was expecting Vince.” He tried,
unsuccessfully, to flatten his hair. “If
I’d known it would be someone like you . . .” The sleep was out of his voice
and he was able to let it deepen and soften slightly. “Well, let’s just say, you’re not catching me
at my best.” He allowed a friendly,
almost inviting, smile to form on his lips.
She
turned back, smiling shyly and gazing at her shoes. “Well, maybe some other time.” Her words were nearly inaudible.
“It’s
working,” he thought letting his eyes soften.
“Hey, who knows, I might get hungry again later.” He leaned casually against the doorframe.
“I
work till seven.” And in a flash she was
gone.
David
shut the door and allowed his smile to become more of a grin. “Seven, I’ll have to remember that.” He picked up the pizza and headed into the
living room. He took a long drink from
the beer and opened the pizza box. He
removed a slice and took a bite. “Damn,”
he thought, “it’s too hot.” He replaced
the slice and sat in the large lounge chair in the center of the room. “This is the life”, he said out loud as he
took another gulp from the beer bottle.
He reached for the remote control and turned on the television. He surfed right to the soft porn pay-per-view
channel and keyed his secret code into the remote. Almost instantly the image of naked bodies
locked in an embrace covered the screen.
He reached for a cigarette and sat, smoking, drinking beer, and watching
nature taking its course.
The
novelty wore off in a mere three hours.
The pizza, at its room temperature best, was half eaten. Three empty beer bottles sat on the table. An overflowing ashtray balanced precariously
on his stomach. And a series of wavy
lines with vaguely discernable female body parts graced the screen. After the movie was over, David didn’t bother
paying for another. He just sat and
watched the channel click off to the sight before him. “Now what?”
David
considered his options. He could sit
here for another few hours, possibly pay for another movie (but the plots were
so thin). He could go out (looks like
snow, though). He could sleep. He could call up Delores and maybe get some
‘Afternoon Delight’. No, that wouldn’t
work. Delores had been less than
ecstatic after Lynn moved in. The only
time they got together was when she was in the mood. And that was happening less and less over the
past few months. David was sure she was
seeing someone else now. Was that a
twinge of jealousy in his stomach? Nah,
he just needed another piece of pizza.
He
reached for another slice and continued his list. He could call a few buds over and play a
night’s worth of poker. “Now there’s an
idea.” He was reenergized. “Who to call?” Most of David’s friends were married, a few
with children. Why did they get so dull
since tying the knot? He paged through
his address book and found a couple of guys that were always ready for a little
action, especially if they had a chance to win back some money from him. John was into it and promised to bring
beer. Dan said he couldn’t, plans for
the theatre with his chick. Bob asked if
he could bring a few friends along. The
night was taking shape.
David
decided to straighten up a little, not that there was much to do. Lynn kept the place immaculate. “Someday I’m going to stop cleaning up after
you and then where will you be?”
“Exactly
where I started,” David would answer in his mind. His response was usually a little puppy dog
smile that he knew she couldn’t resist.
He
filled a bag with miscellaneous trash that had been accumulating since Lynn’s
departure the night before. The beer
bottles clinked as he picked up the bag trying to remember where the garbage
shoot was. He couldn’t remember the last
time he took the trash out. He stopped
in the bathroom before leaving the apartment with the bag. He wet his brush and ran it through his hair,
attempting to even out the contour.
“Maybe I’ll see that little cutie from 2B.” He swished some mouthwash and walked to the
bedroom. Opening a dresser drawer, he
located a T-shirt with a few rips and fake bloodstains that read “MY PARENTS
WENT TO TIENAMAN SQUARE AND ALL I GOT WAS THIS LOUSY T-SHIRT.” He pulled it on and headed to retrieve the
bag of trash sitting by the door. “Can’t
you ever close a drawer?” Lynn’s words
ran through his mind. He turned, looked
at the open drawer and smiled to himself.
He walked out of the room.
A
few hours later everything was ready. He
had set up a card table in the center of the room and pulled six chairs around
it. It had taken some time to figure out
where Lynn had hidden the poker chips and cards. He moved a large garbage can into the living
room and placed a number of ashtrays around.
Lynn didn’t let him smoke cigars in the house, but they were going to
play poker. It was a necessity.
After
showering, David looked around the room one more time to make sure everything
was fine. He was smiling. This was gonna be fun. He glanced at his watch and noticed that
seven o’clock was approaching. “Why did
that time seem to mean something? The
guys aren’t getting here till at least eight thirty.” He remembered and went to the phone. “That’s right, three large with everything
and get it here soon.”
Just
after seven the doorbell rang. He
quickly glanced in the mirror, practicing a few smile variations. He decided on the ‘friendly-but-pained’ look
and opened the door. There she stood
again, pizzas in hand. She was now out
of uniform and wearing street clothes.
‘Street walking’ clothes was more like it. She wore a floor length, obviously fake
leather, coat that was open revealing a too short pleated blue skirt, a white
shirt, three buttons undone now giving an excellent view of her cleavage and a
peek at the bra clasp in front. The
pigtails, white socks, and loafers completed the ensemble. A Catholic schoolgirl fantasy flashed in
David’s mind. He fought the urge to leer
and forced a look of confusion onto his face.
He
looked at his watch, stealing another glance from the corner of his eye. “I thought you got off at seven,” the
sentence had been scripted the moment he hung up the phone from ordering the
pizzas.
“I
thought I’d make one more delivery on my way home.” The shy giggle was something only a teenager
could perfect and, for that matter, get away with. David noticed that the shyness was starting
to dissipate as she looked over his shoulder to examine the room beyond.
“Well,
would you like to come in?” The question
dripped with innocent sincerity.
“I
don’t want to bother you, ya know, if you’re busy.” The shyness was back. She shuffled her feet.
“No
bother. I had a few friends coming over
but they just called and said they’d be a few hours late.” He saw a smile form on her face. “Might as well start on the pizza. If you’re hungry.” The last, a mere whisper, and feigned
nervousness.
“Sure,
okay.” She handed him the pizzas and
walked past him. “Nice place. After this morning I pictured something a bit
different.” There was a strange
confidence in her voice as he saw her toss her coat onto the couch.
“I
guess I’m a bit of a neatness freak,” he nervously laughed continuing the act.
“Or
your girlfriend is.” She was playing
with, no, fondling the chips.
“Excuse
me,” for the first time in ten minutes he was caught off guard. “Just let her continue,” he thought. “Don’t dig yourself a grave.”
“There
were a couple of times I delivered here.
I guess you weren’t home.” She
turned over a card. “Queen of hearts.”
“Huh?” He hadn’t been looking. He had turned away to hide the flush in his
face as he was quickly trying to figure a way out of this.
“Queen
of hearts, silly.” She walked towards
him holding the card out in front of her.
As he turned she was standing less than a foot away. “Must be my lucky day.”
She
dropped the card and looked up at him.
Her eyes closed slowly.
David
pulled back a bit nervous. “Um, can you
excuse me? I have to get something from
my bedroom.” He walked quickly, closing
the door behind him. His usual
improvisational skills were escaping him.
This wasn’t the script he had written.
He fumbled for the switch on the lamp by the bed when he heard the door
open behind him. He turned to see her,
bathed from behind in the light coming from the other room. She was unbuttoning her blouse.
“Hey,”
she said softly, “where’s my tip?”
It
took less than an instant for him to make up his mind. “Fuck it,” he thought ironically as he slid his
arms into her shirt and they embraced.
The
clock read eight ten as David awoke from his half-sleeplike state. The delivery girl, he never did get a name,
lay asleep by his side. There was the
tiniest of smiles on her face. He was
exhausted. “I’m not as young as I used
to be,” he thought as he looked upon her half-covered body. She moved slightly revealing a perfect breast
he had become quite good friends with.
“But she certainly is.” He shook
himself. “The guys are gonna be here
soon,” he thought as he shook her lightly.
She stirred.
“Hi,”
she smiled up at him.
“Hi.” He was all business now. “Listen, I hate to do this, but my friends
are gonna be here soon and, well, we’re gonna play poker. Ya know, guy stuff.”
“Sure,”
the smile remained. “I understand.” She sat up pulling the covers to her
neck. “Can you get my clothes?” She motioned towards the clothing trail that
led to the bed.
“Of
course,” he answered as he sat up and pulled on his boxer shorts. He got up and began playfully tossing her
clothes at her. He walked into the
bathroom. Given other circumstances he
would have watched her dress, maybe allowing it to add a few more hours to the
evening’s entertainment. But time was of
the essence. John was notoriously on
time. Not that it mattered, but John’s
girlfriend was a good friend of Lynn’s and John had a habit of talking in his
sleep.
He
looked in the mirror and saw that, as expected, his hair was sticking up in
patches. He licked his hand and rubbed
down his hair. He ran the brush under
the faucet and tried brushing it down.
It would have to do. He felt a
pair of arms reaching around him and a hand headed towards his shorts. He grabbed the hand and turned to face
her. She had a dreamy smile on her
face. He sat lightly on the
marble-by-appearance-only counter and tried to stop his natural impulses. “I’m between a rock and a hard place,” he
thought and smiled. She must have
interpreted the look differently because she gently kissed his neck, then his
chest. He glanced at his watch. “Shit!”
He caressed her hair lightly.
“You really do have to go,” he said gently with a hint of honest
disappointment.
She
rose slowly from the crouched position she was now in. “I know.”
She looked into his eyes, her lower lip purposely sticking out in a
pout. He kissed her gently.
At
the door, he kissed her again, this time with more passion. She seemed to hold on just a bit too
long. She pulled away, flashing a
magnificent smile. “Give me a call
sometime.” She walked around the
corner.
“Sure
will,” he called to her as he closed the door.
“See ya later, um, Pizza Girl.”
He walked over to the table and picked up the phone book already opened
to the Pizzeria section. He ripped out a
page, tore it up, put the pieces in a large ashtray, and set them aflame. He took a cigarette from the pack on the
table and lit it from the small fire starting to burn out in the ashtray. He sat down and took a long drag. Smoke and a content laugh escaped his lips.
As
David finished his cigarette the doorbell rang.
“Coming.” He extinguished the
butt and headed to the door.
“Let
us in.” There was a banging.
“Us?” David opened the door. There stood John and his current girlfriend
Vickie. They both held brown paper bags
with potato chips and pretzel rods peeking out above the top.
“Are
you just gonna make us stand here? This
beer is heavy.”
David
moved out of their way. “Come on
in. You know where the fridge is. Oh, I got some pizza a while back. It should be cool enough by now.” He glared at Vickie as she passed him
laughing with John over a joke he must have told in the car. “It’s guys’ night,” he thought. “Why would he bring a chick?”
“I
hope you don’t mind that I brought Vickie,” John answered the unspoken
question. “I talked with Bob and he said
he was bringing a few friends, too.” His
tone turned too sweet, “Plus she just wouldn’t let me out of her sight.” John pecked Vickie lightly on the cheek. She returned the gesture. David had seen this many times before with
every girl John dated. Some sort of
mating ritual, he presumed.
“No,
it’s fine.” David’s enthusiasm started
to drain. And now Bob was gonna be over
with his friends and their chicks. “I
shouldn’t have let, what is her name, Pizza Girl go so easily”, he
thought. “Yeah, right, and then Vickie
would tell Lynn and I’d have to go without for a week while I talked my way
back in to her good graces. His mind
reeled. This was one of those situations
that longed for the presence of Lynn. He
hated being uncoupled in a group of couples.
“Have
you heard from Lynn since she left.” Was
that a note of sarcasm in Vicki’s voice?
“Yeah,
she called last night to let me know she got in and to remind me to not smoke
in the house.” He lit another
cigarette.
“How
come you didn’t go?” Give me a break
Vickie.
“I
wasn’t in the mood for her folks reading me the riot act over premarital
cohabitation.”
“So,
when are you two gonna get hitched, anyway?”
What was this, the Spanish Inquisition?
“Hitched? Is that actually a word?” Maybe that would shut her up.
“Let
it go,” John interrupted as he handed her a beer. “It’s none of our business.” He sat on the arm of the couch next to Vickie
and started the ‘pecking’ ceremony again.
“Our
business?” David looked up perplexed. “Maybe I should be talking to you about this
hitched thing.” John looked at Vickie
and then turned to David. He started to
laugh. Vickie joined in. David, giving in to temptation, let himself
laugh, too.
The
doorbell rang. David moved to the door
and opened it, tears in his eyes. “Come
on in asshole.”
“Excuse
me?” That was definitely not Bob’s
voice. David looked up. There before him stood the image of beauty. Behind her, Bob and a group of five stood
shivering, hands filled with bags of food or six packs of beer. Bob held an open bottle of something,
obscured by a brown paper bag.
“Hello,
I’m David.” She was gorgeous.
“Hello,
I’m freezing.” Bob pushed past her and
almost collided with David. “And I have
to take a piss.” He knew which way to
head, and did.
“Come
in, come in,” David motioned to the others.
They followed his direction without hesitation. David followed the young woman with his eyes
as she walked into the living room and tossed her coat on the slowly forming
pile on the couch. John and Vickie
exchanged greetings and introductions with the new group as David gathered up
the coats. He went to his bedroom and
tossed the coats on his bed. He could
still smell the light scent of a too sweet lemony perfume. “Pizza Girl, where are you now?” He laughed as he reentered what had
definitely turned into a party.
“Give
me a hand.” David turned to John,
motioning to the card table. Vickie
grabbed the cards and chips as the two men folded up the table. David passed Bob coming out of the bathroom
as he carried the table to the spare bedroom beyond. “Who’s the chick?”
Bob
had obviously started partying hours earlier.
“Don’t know, she drove Sean here.”
He took a swallow from the mystery bottle and walked, well stumbled, to
the living room.
“Who’s
Sean?” His voice was drowned out by the
stereo that someone had just turned on.
“So
how’s Lynn?” Vicki’s sarcastic voice
came from behind. She had followed David
into the spare room and was closing the door behind herself.
“She’s
okay, I guess. You talk to her, why not
ask her yourself.” He tried to maneuver
around her but she blocked his only exit.
“I
haven’t spoken with her in a few days.
And you know we don’t talk about everything.” She took a long pull from the bottle of beer
she was holding.
“Don’t
go there,” David thought. He fell into a
chair. Vickie took a final drink from
her beer and placed the empty bottle on a shelf. She approached him slowly.
It
was two months ago. Lynn, Vickie, John,
and David had gone out for dinner. It
was one of those nights that you felt like getting dressed up, drinking
overpriced wine, and eating food that was just too expensive for your
budget. They shared three bottles of
wine at the restaurant and another two when they returned to Lynn and David’s
apartment. Lynn, being the petite woman
she was, crashed on the couch, falling immediately to sleep. David, being the large man that he was, was
the least drunk of the quartet. He
offered the spare room to the other two.
“Can’t sleep in a strange bed,” John informed his friend.
“Tell
me about it,” Vickie retorted, louder than she had wanted.
“I’ll
take you home and you can get your car tomorrow. Not too early, I have a feeling Lynn’s gonna
sleep in.” They all laughed and headed out
the door.
John
was the first to be dropped off. He
offered Vickie housing for the evening but she declined, something about a
headache from all the smoking. This was
the first time David witnessed the ‘pecking ceremony’ and he hoped it would be
the last. Needless to say, it wasn’t.
When
David pulled up in front of Vicki’s building she asked if he’d walk her to her
apartment. It seems a light was out in
the hallway and she was nervous about going in herself. David made a sarcastic crack about it being
all right for him to come back through the darkened hall as he parked the
car. They were laughing as they got
out. As they approached the apartment
through a well-lit corridor, guess the landlord finally did something about it,
Vickie offered David to come in for a cup of coffee.
“Well,
I don’t know, it’s late and . . .”
“Come
on, one cup of coffee. I don’t think I
can get to sleep and the company would be nice.
Hey, it’ll give us a chance to get to know each other if I’m gonna be
dating your best friend.”
The
logic seemed impeccable. On top of that,
he wasn’t that tired nor too thrilled about returning to Lynn’s snoring. “What the hell.” He followed her in.
The
apartment was small and almost vacant.
There was a couch, a coffee table, a TV on a folding table, and a
combination radio/record player/tape deck sitting on the floor. “Have a seat,” she motioned to the empty side
of the couch. The other side was piled
with newspapers, junk mail, and magazines.
He moved to the couch as she went to the kitchen, began to remove some
of the stack, thought better of it, and sat on the floor. He flipped through a small stack of records
then began looking through some tapes.
“Mind
if I put on some music?” He called to
her finding a seventies compilation with a few songs he liked.
“Be
my guest. By the way, how are you gonna
want it?”
“I’m
sorry?” He nearly dropped the tape.
“Your
coffee.” She poked her head from around
a wall. “Cream, sugar, black?”
“Dark
tan and a spoon and a half of sugar.” He
placed the tape in the deck and turned it on.
“Where’s your bathroom?”
“Only
door on your right.”
When
David returned, Vickie was placing two mugs on the coffee table. He noticed a lit candle in the center of the
table that he hadn’t remembered from before.
“Hope it’s okay.” She sat on the
floor and gestured for him to join her.
“Oh, I love this music.” Funny,
so did he. When he was younger he
couldn’t wait until the disco craze ended.
Now he could stand it and actually liked some of the music. He joined her on the floor and picked up the
mug left for him on the table. There was
an awkward silence. David only knew
Vickie from meeting two times, tonight being one of them, and what John had
told him. In a rare moment, he was
without anything to say. He sipped at
his coffee. She almost had the perfect
blend of cream and sugar, but there was something else. David could taste the unmistakable flavor of
whiskey. He sipped some more.
“Could
you excuse me?” Vickie got up and headed
for the only door remaining. He glanced
in as she opened the door. It was
dark.
“Probably
the bedroom,” he thought as he took another sip of his spiked beverage.
Two
songs later, The Hustle and Hot stuff, the door opened again. Vickie stood there in a sheer, black
negligée. David recognized it from one
of John’s stories. “I had to get out of
that dress.” She reached for a light
switch. In an instant the room was
dark. A soft flickering from the candle
was the only light. Vickie sat next to
David, took the mug from his hand, and leaned forward. The Village People’s YMCA started
playing. She brushed David’s lips
lightly with her own.
“What’s
going . . .” She placed a single finger over his lips and then replaced it with
her own lips. It was a deep passionate
kiss. John had told him about this, he
was right. She wrapped her arms around
him and pulled him closer. He thought of
resisting. He didn’t.
David
stood by the door looking at Vickie sleeping soundly. The negligée strewn next to her on the floor.
He thought about waking her, decided
against it, and left. As he walked away
from the door, he could hear YMCA playing once again on the stereo.
They
had never spoken about this since. And
now . . .
Vickie
crawled to where David was sitting. She
straightened up, still on her knees and placed a gentle kiss on his lips. For the second time since they met, David was
speechless. She unbuttoned the top
button of his shirt and kissed his neck.
The next button was undone. She
followed, once again, with a kiss. She
stopped and took a sniff. “New
cologne? Smells like lemons.” He didn’t answer. She continued unbuttoning and kissing until
there were no more buttons. The music
from the other room was getting louder.
David recognized it immediately.
YMCA.
“They’re
playing our song.” Vickie reached for
his zipper.
David
finally found his voice. “Vickie, I
don’t think this is a good idea.”
There
was a banging at the door. “Hey, what’s
going on in there?” John sounded
buzzed. “I hope you’re not in there
screwing my fiancée.” He burst into
laughter and stopped pounding.
“Be
right out,” David called to the door.
“You’re engaged?” He was
whispering to Vickie.
“Yeah,
he asked me on the way here.” She
sounded apathetic. “I said yes.” She pulled down David’s zipper.
Fifteen
minutes later David and Vickie exited the room.
David was paging through a Dictionary.
He stopped on a page and pointed to an entry. “There, exactly what I said. I hate to say I told you so, but . . .”
Vickie tapped him on the arm. He looked
up and saw that nobody was paying attention.
Their little charade was unnecessary.
Bob was on the floor, asleep. His
arm was around a sleeping girl that David hadn’t met. John, the man who must have been Sean, Harry,
and a little blond were in a deep conversation about the increasing cost of
cigarettes and beer. From the bottles
and ashtrays surrounding them, it didn’t seem that they were being affected too
badly. That girl, the one who drove
Sean, sat alone on the couch, nursing a beer.
Vickie stepped over Bob and joined her fiancée, wrapping her arm in
his. She glanced over at David and gave
him a wink then joined in the group’s conversation. David walked to the couch.
“Hi,
I’m David. I guess we got off to a bad
start.”
She
took his hand. It was soft and
warm. “Jackie. Interesting group of friends.”
“They’re
a bit odd, but harmless. Can I get you
another beer?”
“Sure.” Her smile brightened.
David
weaved his way into the kitchen to retrieve a beer. He stumbled over Bob, stirring him slightly,
on the return trip. He opened the beer
and handed it to Jackie.
“Thanks.” She rocked slightly, holding the beer tightly
in both hands.
A
new song started. Under the
Boardwalk. David’s ears perked as he
turned to the rest of the group. The
conversation in the corner stopped and John caught David’s eye. David nodded and stood up. He half turned to Jackie. “Excuse me.”
The group got together in a circle and started to sing, using their beer
bottles for microphones. As the song
continued, they went through a routine they had done hundreds of times. When the song ended David returned to Jackie
and the group conversation started again.
It was as if nothing had occurred.
“Just something we do.” His tone
was a bit apologetic.
Jackie
laughed. “I thought it was great.”
“If
you liked that, just wait.” He returned
her smile.
The
evening continued. Twenty-two songs
later -- including performances for Stop! In the Name of Love, the theme for
Hawaii Five-Oh, YMCA (David couldn’t look at Vickie who was giggling
nervously), and David’s solo of I Left My Heart in San Francisco – the
apartment was in a shambles. There were
empty beer bottles all around, two stains from spilled beer, and a fog that had
formed from the cigarettes and cigars.
David had spent the better part of the evening talking with Jackie. He learned about her childhood, college days,
and ex-boyfriends. David knew that the
way to a woman’s heart was by listening.
How many times had he heard the complaint about how men only want to
talk about themselves? His unique M. O.
rarely failed.
And
now all that was left of the party was overflowing ashtrays, half empty beer
bottles, and another in a series of one-night relationships. David looked out at the sunrise as he heard a
door opening. Funny, it really sounded
like two doors opening.
“Look
David, we have to talk.” Shit it was
Lynn. He turned to the hall where he
expected her head to come around any second.
There, blocking his view, was Jackie.
“Coming
back to bed, sweetie?” She wore a coquettish
grin and nothing else.
“What
the hell happened here?” Lynn had made
it around the corner.
“Who
the fuck is she?” They were in such
perfect synch it could have been rehearsed.
David
couldn’t speak. It didn’t matter. He took a drag on his cigarette and rested
his head in his hands.
[Author's note: This was originally intended to be a multi chapter story, but to be honest, after this chapter I found I couldn't write anymore. Why? I really disliked the main character. I just couldn't write him anymore. I've read this thing a number of times over the years and still feel the same way. What an ass. ggg]
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