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A Series of WTFs

I like how they let you write on tables in Macaroni Grill.

Onward?

The Phoenix Saga

Morning. Or afternoon. Whatever it is, its three hours earlier than what I'm used to. I'm in my boxers, dried sweat on my skin. The spot next to me was empty.

The door to the bedroom creaks open and she comes in.

"Oh good, you're up. Um.."

"What's wrong?"

"My mother.. she needs money to pay the electric."

"Oh," I said, as she climbed onto the futon, wearing one of my tshirts and the boxers I wore the night before. "Let me get my wallet."

Subtract $175 from $500. Nine days before I lose my virginity.

"I'll give it to her later," she says as she kisses me. It'll be another four hours before I left that bed again.

Nine more days of bliss. Then I went and got myself employed. She set me up at her the place she worked at. It involved calling businesses and selling them refilled ink cartriges by the box. Most of the time, it was by the pallet. It was the lowest point of work I have ever done. The script we worked out of was an outright lie, but all I had to do was read it until I got to a certain point, then one of the real salespeople took over and tried to get the stranger on the other end of the line to buy. I sold nothing, and I got fired after a day. The boss told me that perhaps sales wasn't the field I was meant to be in.

So its back to Radio Shack. The problem was that Phoenix had an awful public transportation system. I had to walk four blocks to where the right bus picked up, which would take me eight blocks to where a connecting bus would meet me. The trick to the whole thing was that the connecting bus appeared five minutes after the first bus arrived, if everything worked out correctly. Most of the time it didn't, and I would have to walk the six blocks to the store where I was to be employed.

All is fine.

"My mother wants to move out, and leave the apartment to us. You, me and Kristina," Kristin declared after an evening of sex. Kristin quit her job after I got fired. Kristina was looking for work. I didn't make enough to afford this townhouse.

"Okay," I said. In a weeks time, Karla, along with the fifteen pieces of medication she was taking for her bipolar nature, was gone, along with the four cats. Also, within that week, Kristin acquired Sebastian. Sebastian was a male cat.

We had the place to ourselves. Just the two of us. And Kristina, the semi-chunky, underaged runaway. And Sebastian. Kristina even got a job. With her third, I can cover mine and Kristin's. I get all the sex I want, and a place to live too.

I can sit downstairs on the rent-to-own couch and watch the rent-to-own television that I can't afford. Kristin would spend hours on the Internet, chatting away with God knows what. Kristina would come downstairs and watch TV with me. She'd sit closer and closer to me each night on the couch.

One night, she stuck her feet under my legs. She wanted them warm.

Kristin came downstairs for a glass of water, all gothed up and ready to go. She looked over to where I was on the couch, watching a movie. She looked at the semi-chunky, underaged runaway with her feet tucked under my legs for warmth, then she went upstairs.

"I'm kicking Kristina out," she was sweaty. She's been on top.

"Okay."

One month later, we were moving into her mother's place. Back to the woman who sat in her oversized tshirts, with the blubber on her legs hanging out. Back to the four cats that she speaks to in a high pitched, baby-talk tone. Back to the lithium and the paxil and the legalized drugs that she took to keep her out of it, and the duality of her personality in check.

On the floor, with our clothing in my duffel bag of wordly possessions. On the floor, where she stradled my body and rode me.

Rode me until I was almost there. Rode me until I was in oblivion. Rode me until..

"We should get married."

"Okay."

To be continued..

Posted by sagien at May 15, 2005 03:53 PM