Aug. 6th 2:36pm
The soft, steady breeze made it impossible to light a cigarette. Fucking ocean. The incoming air smells like salt water and fish shit mixed with gas and oil fumes. The sky was bright clear blue an difficult to look at, only a few sparse white clouds marked the horizon line miles of water and strange creatures away. You never know what might come nibbling harmlessly at your knees.
Dont need a cigarette anyway. Sam throws his unlit Camel menthol into the sand, with the hundreds of cigarette corpses around, and rubs it with his foot, then covers it with sand. Itll see the light again, but not for a few days. Not until Jarrell the halfwit son of a house painter and a motel cleaning lady decides to place his beach chair in that exact spot because the angle it allows him to look at the young girl sunbathing five or six feet in front and to the left of him. By the looks of her he judges her to be about fifteen or sixteen. Good tits. Firm body. And at this time of day, 5:47pm, the sunlight comes in over her head and lights up her breasts just right, while the shadow darkens underneath to add to the apparent size and depth. Maybe she notices him looking and maybe she doesnt, but two years later this girl enjoys the festivities at her third big sorority pledge party, not knowing that at exactly 11:17pm she will be passed out in the bathroom receiving from Jarrell the semen that will go on to make up half of the genetic compound that will become her beautiful baby boy, John. She never even saw the fathers face; she just woke up and felt sticky. But thats a different story.
For now Sam is content to wait, and think about how hes going to tell Mary that he wants a divorce. What he wants to say is Look, honey I just dont love you anymore, so Ive been fucking other women to try and remedy it but it isnt working. So, I guess the only thing we can do is separate so that I can fuck other women in our bed because that is the place that Ive been fucking them the least. Most of them want it in the ass in public, you see, its not only the quality of the girl but the qualities of the people who might see you fucking the girl. You know your sister, dont you? But that would cost extra in court settlements and paper work. So instead he decided to ask her out to the place where he proposed to her to ask her to un-marry him in the nicest way possible. He even had a rose for her, but he left it in the car because he figured she might fling it at him or hit him with it, and catching on of those thorns in the face could cost close to a week of getting laid by bar flies. And that doesnt sound like it would be any fun. At least not as much fun as fucking the bar flies would be.
It wasnt always his thing to sleep with as many trashy dime store whores as possible, in fact just a year ago he wouldve completely balked at the idea that hed be standing on the beach halfway aroused, waiting for Mary to arrive so that she can leave forever, hoping that some young girl will happen to walk by and make eye contact with him for long enough to justify saying, fuck asking my wife for a divorce right now, I gotta go try and cheat on her with that blonde, I mean, shit, shes only 43minutes late.
Forty three minutes!! he says looking at his expensive watch, Motherfucker. Shes always late. It doesnt matter what the occasion is. What could she be doing? He called her and told her to meet him at 2:00 on the beach you know, where I popped the question? and try not to be late. He had things to do. He had women to do.
Not that he didnt feel bad about what he was doing on some level. Particularly above the waist. He had at one time been madly in love with her. But now, here, in this world, there was no more love left in him to give her.
1 almost a year gone between
Its November 15th. Payday. Its sort of like a holiday in a way, at least it seems like everyone in Marys office including her loosens his or her ties or skirts and is a little less agitated. Today overdue bills can be paid. Today moneys not so much of a problem. If only for today, everyone feels rich. Usually doesnt last. In fact it never lasts. But its refreshing just the same.
Mary, call Dr. Bradshaw and tell him that were still on for dinner tonight. Mary nods and picks up the phone. Oh, FUCK..what can I tell him?. Angela Dreary interrupts before Mary can finish dialing. She stands beside Marys desk fidgeting with the tape dispenser, looking up at the ceiling then back down to the floor, then she smoothes out her skirt and looks back at the ceiling muttering indistinguishable excuses and options as to why she cant go somewhere with someone for some reason. Mary waits patiently, with the receiver resting on her shoulder. Finally a decision is made and Angela locks eyes with Mary, for about fifteen seconds she just stares and says nothing. Fuck. Ok, Mar, call Tommy and make up some excuse for me not being able to go out on the boat with him, I dont know, make it good, just let me know what you told him, all right? then throwing her coat under her arm she nods at Mary and starts to walk away, Make sure he believes you, dont make up something stupid like you did on Wednesday, Im not even going to tell you what I had to do to make him believe that bullshit.
Angela walks away toward the elevator, fixing her hair and jamming out her ass like shes strutting through the halls at high school. She dresses younger than she really is, and flirts with any man who gives her any attention. Mary has heard that she was one of those rich sluts that would take on a group of guys, something ridiculous like the whole football team, in college. Mary sometimes believes it, especially when she uses Mary to ditch one of the five or six guys shes seeing at any given time. And Mary really doesnt want to call this guy again, last time he was a total dick. But you gotta figure after being ditched by Mary four times in a week for Angela, hes probably going to be a little agitated.
This had never been something that Marys very good at, in fact through out her life she has picked up several people that she doesnt even like that still hang around, because she just doesnt have the heart to tell them to go away, in words or actions. She even stays at this job that she hates, being a secretary for a second rate psychologist, because the people here always seem upset when she says shes going to quit and get another job. One time Angela even cried. That was when Mary had an offer to actually start using her degree in English Communications, working at the local paper as a part time journalist. She didnt even need to work, Sam made enough money for the two of them to live very comfortably. They could even afford a kid, but Mary would have to ask for time off, and she hated to do that because Angela and the girls from the office needed her.
If she were a guy shed be the one with no balls. Sometimes she wishes she could grow some balls, figuratively of coarse, so that she could get rid of these people, quit her job, and just do whatever it was she wants to do. Sometimes she wants to live inside of her house with Sam and only Sam for the rest of her life, never leaving, having food and other provisions delivered, and Sam will answer the door. Because even in wishes Mary knows that if anyone asks her for anything, shell give it to them, even at the cost of her dreams coming true. Shes not even sure she really has dreams of her own anymore, or if theyre just someone elses dreams that she wants to come true so that she can feel better because they seem to feel better. In any case she has calls to make.
Financial Aid office this is Tina speaking, how may I direct your call?
Tommy Arseneaus office, please.
Thank you. The lady said as the phone clicked and started to ring again. After about the fifth ring Mary began to think maybe she was off the hook. Maybe he was already off of work an because she had no other numbers to reach him at she wouldnt have to be the one to break him the bad news that he wasnt going to get laid tonight; Angela could deal with it on her own for once. But on the seventh ring.
to be continued....
The soft, steady breeze made it impossible to light a cigarette. Fucking ocean. The incoming air smells like salt water and fish shit mixed with gas and oil fumes. The sky was bright clear blue an difficult to look at, only a few sparse white clouds marked the horizon line miles of water and strange creatures away. You never know what might come nibbling harmlessly at your knees.
Dont need a cigarette anyway. Sam throws his unlit Camel menthol into the sand, with the hundreds of cigarette corpses around, and rubs it with his foot, then covers it with sand. Itll see the light again, but not for a few days. Not until Jarrell the halfwit son of a house painter and a motel cleaning lady decides to place his beach chair in that exact spot because the angle it allows him to look at the young girl sunbathing five or six feet in front and to the left of him. By the looks of her he judges her to be about fifteen or sixteen. Good tits. Firm body. And at this time of day, 5:47pm, the sunlight comes in over her head and lights up her breasts just right, while the shadow darkens underneath to add to the apparent size and depth. Maybe she notices him looking and maybe she doesnt, but two years later this girl enjoys the festivities at her third big sorority pledge party, not knowing that at exactly 11:17pm she will be passed out in the bathroom receiving from Jarrell the semen that will go on to make up half of the genetic compound that will become her beautiful baby boy, John. She never even saw the fathers face; she just woke up and felt sticky. But thats a different story.
For now Sam is content to wait, and think about how hes going to tell Mary that he wants a divorce. What he wants to say is Look, honey I just dont love you anymore, so Ive been fucking other women to try and remedy it but it isnt working. So, I guess the only thing we can do is separate so that I can fuck other women in our bed because that is the place that Ive been fucking them the least. Most of them want it in the ass in public, you see, its not only the quality of the girl but the qualities of the people who might see you fucking the girl. You know your sister, dont you? But that would cost extra in court settlements and paper work. So instead he decided to ask her out to the place where he proposed to her to ask her to un-marry him in the nicest way possible. He even had a rose for her, but he left it in the car because he figured she might fling it at him or hit him with it, and catching on of those thorns in the face could cost close to a week of getting laid by bar flies. And that doesnt sound like it would be any fun. At least not as much fun as fucking the bar flies would be.
It wasnt always his thing to sleep with as many trashy dime store whores as possible, in fact just a year ago he wouldve completely balked at the idea that hed be standing on the beach halfway aroused, waiting for Mary to arrive so that she can leave forever, hoping that some young girl will happen to walk by and make eye contact with him for long enough to justify saying, fuck asking my wife for a divorce right now, I gotta go try and cheat on her with that blonde, I mean, shit, shes only 43minutes late.
Forty three minutes!! he says looking at his expensive watch, Motherfucker. Shes always late. It doesnt matter what the occasion is. What could she be doing? He called her and told her to meet him at 2:00 on the beach you know, where I popped the question? and try not to be late. He had things to do. He had women to do.
Not that he didnt feel bad about what he was doing on some level. Particularly above the waist. He had at one time been madly in love with her. But now, here, in this world, there was no more love left in him to give her.
1 almost a year gone between
Its November 15th. Payday. Its sort of like a holiday in a way, at least it seems like everyone in Marys office including her loosens his or her ties or skirts and is a little less agitated. Today overdue bills can be paid. Today moneys not so much of a problem. If only for today, everyone feels rich. Usually doesnt last. In fact it never lasts. But its refreshing just the same.
Mary, call Dr. Bradshaw and tell him that were still on for dinner tonight. Mary nods and picks up the phone. Oh, FUCK..what can I tell him?. Angela Dreary interrupts before Mary can finish dialing. She stands beside Marys desk fidgeting with the tape dispenser, looking up at the ceiling then back down to the floor, then she smoothes out her skirt and looks back at the ceiling muttering indistinguishable excuses and options as to why she cant go somewhere with someone for some reason. Mary waits patiently, with the receiver resting on her shoulder. Finally a decision is made and Angela locks eyes with Mary, for about fifteen seconds she just stares and says nothing. Fuck. Ok, Mar, call Tommy and make up some excuse for me not being able to go out on the boat with him, I dont know, make it good, just let me know what you told him, all right? then throwing her coat under her arm she nods at Mary and starts to walk away, Make sure he believes you, dont make up something stupid like you did on Wednesday, Im not even going to tell you what I had to do to make him believe that bullshit.
Angela walks away toward the elevator, fixing her hair and jamming out her ass like shes strutting through the halls at high school. She dresses younger than she really is, and flirts with any man who gives her any attention. Mary has heard that she was one of those rich sluts that would take on a group of guys, something ridiculous like the whole football team, in college. Mary sometimes believes it, especially when she uses Mary to ditch one of the five or six guys shes seeing at any given time. And Mary really doesnt want to call this guy again, last time he was a total dick. But you gotta figure after being ditched by Mary four times in a week for Angela, hes probably going to be a little agitated.
This had never been something that Marys very good at, in fact through out her life she has picked up several people that she doesnt even like that still hang around, because she just doesnt have the heart to tell them to go away, in words or actions. She even stays at this job that she hates, being a secretary for a second rate psychologist, because the people here always seem upset when she says shes going to quit and get another job. One time Angela even cried. That was when Mary had an offer to actually start using her degree in English Communications, working at the local paper as a part time journalist. She didnt even need to work, Sam made enough money for the two of them to live very comfortably. They could even afford a kid, but Mary would have to ask for time off, and she hated to do that because Angela and the girls from the office needed her.
If she were a guy shed be the one with no balls. Sometimes she wishes she could grow some balls, figuratively of coarse, so that she could get rid of these people, quit her job, and just do whatever it was she wants to do. Sometimes she wants to live inside of her house with Sam and only Sam for the rest of her life, never leaving, having food and other provisions delivered, and Sam will answer the door. Because even in wishes Mary knows that if anyone asks her for anything, shell give it to them, even at the cost of her dreams coming true. Shes not even sure she really has dreams of her own anymore, or if theyre just someone elses dreams that she wants to come true so that she can feel better because they seem to feel better. In any case she has calls to make.
Financial Aid office this is Tina speaking, how may I direct your call?
Tommy Arseneaus office, please.
Thank you. The lady said as the phone clicked and started to ring again. After about the fifth ring Mary began to think maybe she was off the hook. Maybe he was already off of work an because she had no other numbers to reach him at she wouldnt have to be the one to break him the bad news that he wasnt going to get laid tonight; Angela could deal with it on her own for once. But on the seventh ring.
to be continued....