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11/30/2012

wc495 /NaNo/Writing Doodle

"So, you're a lousy lay?" Daniel asked. "Maybe I should be the judge of that? If you really are bad, I could maybe give you some pointers on your technique."

I turned to Chris and asked him if I could hit Daniel.  "Punch him in the arm maybe? I won't leave a bruise."

Chris slowly shook his head.  "Be the bigger person."

Vic snorted, "Just keep eating the way you did last night and you will be." I was pretty sure he was aiming his comment at me because Chris is tall and lean and I'm not so tall nor quite so lean.  There are days when I wonder if my curves have curves.

Chris looked at me hit his boyfriend on the back of the head.  Hard.  "Apologize.  Now."

"That hurt," Vic said.  He rubbed his neck and head and shot me a dirty look.

"Don't look at me.  I didn't touch you.  But you can go home, too.  I don't need this bullshit from you." Not now.  Not ever. I wasn't going to cry, but I wasn't going to call him to do anything. 
Maybe it was time to break up with Vic, too.  We were work friends and things grew from there, but we wouldn't have met but for that fishbowl.

"He's an asswipe when he's been drinking, Bernie," Chris said.  "I apologize for him."

Things might have escalated but Louie started barking the way he did when I come home.  His entire body was happy and excited.  When the doorbell rang, he tried to open the door with his mouth.

I opened the door and saw January xxx, the girlfriend.

She was all smiles and goodwill until she saw Daniel.  

"What are you doing here?" they asked in unison.

Then she saw the dog.  It wouldn't be hard because the dog was all over her.  He was excited and she looked down on him in disgust.  You'd think that the best dressed women never had dog hair on their outfits.

"I'm here to look at a dress," she said.  "Can you get rid of this dog? He's shedding all over me."

I knew it wasn't going to be a sale now. The tiny thing would fit her like a dream, most likely, but based on her response to Daniel, I kind of doubted she was going to stay. The dog wasn't making things much better.

"He's the only male I want in my house right now," I said. "If you want to look at the dress, I'll get it for you."

Vic looked like he was going to continue to make inappropriate comments and Chris was about to fillet him alive. And not in a good way.

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this has rambled far enough ...

the next 10k words will be short ramblings but I attribute them toward word count since I'l maintain character names ...

next year, the theme is OUTLINE, LISA!

actually the next project is OUTLINE, LISA!

word count: 495




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