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Click here'No, now you just listen. You are a really nice guy, you do the right things, make the right moves, you're loving, you're hell on wheels in the sack, and I'm talking as a person who can make comparisons. I've never known you push when it's not welcome. That's rare, y'know. How come you're not out there somewhere with a sweet wife and a coupla rug rats? I'da thought you'd have been snapped up by now.' I guess the grass was in my head too.
'Got burned a long time ago, Ellen, and I'm not gonna put myself through that again. Hell, I'm not an ant: I'm a fuckin' grasshopper who got lucky, found a way to make sure winter don't arrive. I got some T-bonds, and Uncle Sam's a safe debtor; I got the house, free and clear, I got rental income: tell me why I need to put my nose to the fuckin' grindstone, risk being miserable, trapped, that kinda shit. I never found a reason. I got friends like you, coupla other people. That's more than most guys can say.' She looked at me oddly.
'Whatever works, I guess. Uh, someone told me that Candice Lincoln moved into Rosie's old room. That right?'
'Jeez, this town gets smaller every day. Yeah, Rachel brought her round. Seems like a nice person. Tell the truth, I'da rented the room to anyone who could breathe and didn't smell too bad. Why are you asking?' To my surprise she blushed.
'Hell, I can tell you. Uh, she and I had a kind of thing going last year. Nothin' serious but I kinda like her. She with anyone at the moment?' Well, Jesus, Mary, and Joseph.
'Not as far as I know. Shit, she's been here less than a week. I didn't know you walked both sides of the street.' She blushed again.
'Uh, once in a while. Mostly guys though. Since I left this house, zilch. That's why I was kinda agitated last week. That car was a for sure godsend. I'd kinda been thinkin' about you and like I said, I been having a dry spell. Work, and no-one who quite meshed, ya know?' I nodded wisely.
'I know. Well, blue balls need to be treated. What do girls get? Blue ovaries?' She looked at me, her eyes bloodshot and a little stoned, big smile on her face.
'Whyntcha take me to bed and treat me gentle, pink up those ovaries some? Can't stay though. I gotta early start tomorrow, and I need to wake up in my own bed.' Thank God for adult realists.
'Anything for a lady, Ellen. You want me to carry you?'
While I was treating her gentle, enjoying watching her have a nice time, an image of Candice slipped into my head. Shit, between Candice and Susan I was gonna be caught on the fuckin' fence. Talent, do yo' duty. Then Ellen moaned quietly and her hips began to thrust upwards, her little bush scratching my belly, so I turned back to the job in hand.
A coupla days later I stood in my bay window, thinking about nothing. There was noise from the roomers' staircase and a moment later Rachel and Candice appeared. They went down the front steps, laughing at something, and I felt a jolt of memory. Candice sure did walk like that other bouncing girl.
More on Doug the slacker and his wasted talent soon.
This series of stories are as good as your other series (All Things Come...), which I'd really like for you to finish. You are an excellent writer and I really enjoy what you write.
i like him he is just what i would like to be but im lazytoo lazy to be a slacker