Things were fine until my first date since Red and I moved in together.
She wasn't amused, actually neither she was amused. Red was used to my undivideds all night, unlimited playing, belly rubs, and a very specific bedtime. Francine and I hooked up at the sports bar (XXX) and she allowed me to console her after her team lost. Hell, I would have felt honor bound to console her no matter whose team lost; it'd been weeks since I'd had long legs wrapped around my waist and I had a woman writhing and screaming beneath me.
Turned out I haven't missed it all that much.
Red was creative when she was bored or ignored. Who knew that a teenie, tiny pair of lacy undies could be devoured in under three seconds? The bra didn't take that much longer to completely destroy. It wasn't like she needed them, I mean silicone doesn't sag or sway too much and her nipples weren't responsive anyway, so there wasn't much loss. (fix this part later) Sure, I've played around and cut off a couple of pairs in my time. Who hasn't? My efforts were usually well rewarded. Red's efforts? Not greeted with enthusiasm. Greeted instead with the promise of a bill from a place called Agent Provacatour. (sp - look it up later) ... almost anything else would have been cheaper. I'm lucky I lived when I offered to pay for her next Brazilian. What? Things seemed to be growing back in and that shit's expensive to take care of. At least I don't bruise too easily.
(need to work in the contents of the purse the dog destroyed and the cries of outrage when the dog eats: lipstick, cellphone, cellphone case, diaphragm case, package of cigarettes, birth control pill package, wallet???)
There was a minor problem when I took Francine back to her car. Red likes the view from the front seat; if I still owned a truck with a split bench instead of bucket seats, there wouldn't have been much of a problem. Red started in the back and crawled into Francine's lap three times on a five mile drive.
"I guess she's not the one for us," I said as I ruffled Red's head. Not that I was looking for the one now or ever. "Want to get a burger?"
2 comments:
Hi! Hilarious...if maybe not very nice. Gabe doesnt have much resepct/ esteem for women, does he? But funny.
provocateur ?
I think Red should escape one afternoon, Gabe comes home to empty house...just before Gabe dials 911, Red shows up w/ cute doglady...and romance ensues. [sparks could fly first, as the woman berates G for not taking better care of Red, who looks smug but then does a doggy eyeroll.]
You might just be onto something! And I can still hear 'glory days' playing in the background!
L
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