and my best bud Roger, a freaking war hero of some kind. What in the hell
has happened to me? I feel stuck in some kind of time warp; nothing has
changed for me since high school.’
The fifteen years since high school were hard years, filled with late nights,
drugs, and a stream of underage groupie party girls. Larry liked them young
and never went above eighteen years old except for that one neat freak nearly
his age. ‘I am getting too old for this shit. Pussy is just pussy, young or old,
fat or thin, rich or poor; it’s still just pussy, Larry. Wake up, dude; there has
got to be more to life than pussy. You have become a one-man business card;
you own nothing but a big-screen television and a beat-up work van. I need
to do something with my life that really matters. This has been fun, but it’s
really going nowhere.’
In the middle of his reflective thoughts, Cindy came out of the bedroom
naked. Standing in the doorway, she spread her legs open as she rubbed
herself with a vibrator. “Larry, baby, come and scratch my itch, and then
how about fixing me some breakfast, sweetie?” Unaware of Larry’s
reflective thoughts and migraine hangover, the young girl made the wrong
request at the wrong time.
“FIX YOU BREAKFAST?” Larry shouted at her. “Get your ass out here,
you lazy fucking skank, and fix me some breakfast.”
It only takes one match to start a huge fire. For about an hour, they went
back and forth with all of the drama of a Maury Povich episode, only the
subject was not about “you are the father.” The climax of the show ended
when Cindy, the drama queen, took the shouting match into the front yard
for the neighbors’ benefit.
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As Cindy screamed from the middle of the yard, Larry slammed the door in
her face, telling her to pick up her “garbage” outside later that afternoon.
In a rage and armed with a hefty garbage bag, Larry walked through the
house, picking up her stuff off the floor, including several pairs of some
nasty-looking stained panties. The bathroom counter was so cluttered with
her stuff that he swept it into the bag by the armfuls. ‘There you go, Cindy;
thanks for the pussy, and you may keep the luggage.’ Putting a twist tie on
the bag, he sat it outside the front door. Grabbing another bag, he went
through the house, emptying ashtrays and trash, giving the place a basic
quick clean up. ‘See, it only took five-minutes and it looks okay.’
Picking up the phone, he called Kathryn, the ex-over-age neat freak. Asking
her over for a beer and pizza, Larry offered to call it in, and she could pick
it up on her way over. Kathryn, a poor little rich girl, was crazy about him,
and when he needed something, Larry often used her. She had the worst case
of bad boy syndrome Larry had ever seen; the nastier he treated her, the more
she wanted him. Kathryn was the moth, and Larry was the burning flame.
When Larry called, Kathryn flew towards the flame, knowing she would be
hurt again, and Larry, for some sick reason, kept burning her. They had lived
together for a brief while, and her neatness drove Larry crazy. When she left,
Larry played it as if her neatness caused them to part, but he knew in his
heart the real reason she left. She demanded fidelity from him while they
lived together, and she would not budge on the issue. For the first time in
his life, a woman actually left the bad boy rocker based on an honest, moral
principle.
Kathryn wanted a monogamous relationship but was too weak to totally
walk away from him. Driven by her heart, she had walked in and out of his
life for the past five years, supplying Larry with anything he wanted. She
gave him money when he was short on cash for drugs, and food. She had
even fixed his van a few times so poor little Larry could get some work.
Tonight it was free pizza and beer. To look at, Kathryn was easy on the
eyes, a bit too skinny, but nice and tight, close to the bone in bed. Larry hated
to be alone, and Kathryn was always his ace in the hole. Proud of the fact
that it only took a few hours to replace Cindy, he sat watching the big screen
in his newly cleaned home. ‘Man, this is great; I have a fine lay on the way
over, and I know she will finish cleaning the place for a few days. Fix me
breakfast, my ass, little bitch. I am the king of my domain.’
“He’s as blind as he can be,
Just sees what he wants to see,
Nowhere Man can you see me at all?”
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Kathryn arrived about an hour later, kissed Larry briefly on the driveway,
and sprayed the house with Lysol as she walked through the door. She
cleaned the table off, loaded the dishwasher, stripped the bed sheets, picked
up Bitsy’s poo, and wiped down the kitchen counters with disinfectant before
she would sit down to eat pizza with Larry. Looking at her, Larry thought,
‘What is wrong with you, man? She is a very sweet person, and all you ever
do is use her.’
“I can only stay a while, Larry; I have a huge test tomorrow and need to
study some tonight, so how about I leave around seven?” Kathryn explained,
insinuating that if he wanted sex, he would have to make his move in the
next hour or so. Lighting up a joint, Larry took a hit and passed it to Kathryn,
but she declined, reminding him about her test tomorrow. Larry got on his
knees and began to lick her inner thighs. Handing her the joint, he continued
licking higher and higher as he talked her into taking just “one” hit.
“You are the cleanest woman I’ve ever met in my life.” Kathryn slowly
spread her legs for his flickering tongue; leaning against the wall as she
closed her eyes, she took another hit, knowing she was hopelessly in love
with Larry.
When her eyes opened, Kat was still a bit high. As she focused on the clock,
it read 7:30. ‘Great, it’s time to head home,’ she thought, then noticed the
sunlight in the room. ‘Oh, no, this is AM! Oh my god, I have to run.’ Not
waking Larry, she dressed quietly, leaving him a note. I am still a bit stoned,
but I loved your tongue. I will call you. Made a pot of coffee and put the
garbage out. I Love You, Kat, She signed it with a heart at the end of her
name. Their initials LT + KA were at the bottom.
The pounding on the door woke Larry and he could hear the voice of an
irate Cindy. “Larry, I know you are home, open the door, I want my things.”
“Just a minute,” he said as he got up and went to the door. He was still high
and naked needing to relieve himself and nearly erect when he unlocked the
door,. Cindy continued her argument from yesterday; telling him that he
wasn’t getting any pussy. “So, put your dick away, Larry. Where is my
stuff?”
“I put it right outside the door,” he replied as he went to take a leak.
“It’s not there, Larry, what did you do with my things?”
Larry knew Cindy from the months they had lived together, and one thing
she loved was to look at cock. So coming out of the bathroom, he slowly
pulled up his shorts, leaving it out for her eyes as long as possible. ‘What is
wrong with you, man? You could care less about this dirty little skank, so
why are you playing a game like you want to fuck her? Besides, you fucked
around with Kat until four in the morning. Are you kidding me?’
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Eaten alive by his own lust; he answered his own question with his next
thought. ‘Look at that young red-hot body.’
Stepping out the front door and looking side to side, Larry realized, sure
enough, there was no bag. A strange smell slowly filled his senses, ‘Why,
that is coffee.’ As he walked into the kitchen, he saw the note from Kat on
the counter. Without reading it, he palmed the note and stuck it in his pocket.
Telling Cindy he would find her stuff, he took clean cups from the
dishwasher and poured them both some coffee.
“Now that wasn’t too hard, was it, Larry? And to think just yesterday I
offered you the best pussy you’ve ever had before breakfast.” She continued
being a bitch about the fix-me-breakfast fight they had the day before. “What
did you do, Larry? Clean all day out of sexual frustration?”
“Sort of,” he replied.
As she sat across from him, Cindy put one leg on the rung of the chair and
opened her legs to reveal she was not wearing panties. Cindy knew that
looking up any skirt was a turn on for Larry.
‘Why am I playing this silly little game with this immature seventeen-year
old slut? I know better. When a woman thinks she has the best pussy, she
comes with a full-blown head game attached.’
As Larry was getting up to go to the bathroom to read Kat’s note, Cindy
reached over and pulled his shorts down, taking him into her mouth. At
seventeen, Cindy knew how to suck a dick dry better than any other girl he
had ever met. Enjoying her expertise, he thought, ‘My god, Kat is so clean
the little bitch cannot taste her on my cock.’
A few hours later, they sat drinking beer and eating cold pizza. Larry
explained that he still wanted some time apart because he was starting to
think a lot about his life. He wanted more out of life than he had. ‘Maybe I
am finally growing up.’ To his surprise, Cindy agreed. She had the same
feelings, and then she dropped the “I love you, Larry” bomb for the first
time, followed by “and I will wait for you. Take as long as you need,
sweetheart.”
‘My god, she thinks I am talking about settling down with her.’ After
promising again to find her stuff, they agreed as she left to continue to take
care of each other sexually.
Sitting on the couch, Larry read and reread Kat’s “I love you” note. ‘Look
at you, Larry, with “I love you commitments” from two women, and you
honestly do not love either one of them, do you? In fact, you could care less
if you ever saw either one of them again, right? What is going on with me?
I never had thoughts like this before.’ As a diversion from his thoughts, he
flipped on the television just as the phone rang.
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It turned out to be a potential customer wanting a bedroom painted right
away. “How fast can you do this?”
“I can do it tomorrow, if you will pick up the paint tonight. I will see you
in the morning around ten o’clock.”
Suddenly remembering Kat’s note that said, “I put the garbage out,” he ran
to the garbage can on the curb, and dug through it until he found Cindy’s
garbage bag. Just as he was about to enter the house, Kat pulled in the
driveway. ‘This is way too much to keep up with; I need some time alone to
clear my thoughts. What is wrong with me? I feel exhausted emotionally
and drained by only two women.’
Smiling and kissing him on the cheek, she said, “So you like to have the
garbage in the house.”
“No, I just threw away a customer’s paper by accident, so I will need to
look through it later. How was your test?”
“I was still a bit high when I took it because I was with this bad boy last
night with a seriously hot tongue, but I think I passed,” she said grabbing
him in the crotch. “Did you miss me, lover?”
“You know I did, Kat. How could I not have missed you? We had a great
time together last night.”
‘What a liar you are, you banged Cindy the minute you got a chance and
never thought about Kat a single time all day. Liar, liar. What is going on
with me? I never thought about any of this kind of shit before in my life.’
Kat put her arms around Larry’s waist and her head on his chest, reminding
him that she was all about touchy feely. She was too clingy for him, and
after a while, it just drove him crazy. ‘My god, how many times do you need
to touch me or tell me that you love me in one day? You know, the problem
could be you, Larry. How many times in your life have you been able to
express your emotions or respect the feelings of someone else? What the
fuck? Come on, Larry, do you even know what real emotions are and how
to express them?’
Looking down at her and feeling uncomfortable in her grasp, he wanted
loose without being rude, so he introduced a new topic of conversation as
he stepped away from her grasp. “Guess what? I have a job in the morning
booked, sold, and ready to go.”
“Why Larry; is that like me, when I had a test this morning, sweetie?”
Smiling, she asked, “Where is the pot? How about we take just ‘one hit’
Larry.” And she grabbed him again.
‘Why do I need to get high to tolerate her? When I am high, I love her
touchy feely ways all over me. How blind can you be, Larry? Evidently, as
blind as you want to be.’
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Early the next morning, as he stepped from the shower, Kat had breakfast
waiting and directions to the customer’s home all ready to go on his
clipboard. The entire morning she shamelessly expressed her love for him,
following him to his van for that one last kiss and a big hug. On the way to
the job, he thought about how much fun they had together after he got high,
followed by another round of self-examination as he tried to understand why
she bugged him in other ways.
She was decent looking, a lot older than he liked them, a one-man woman,
immaculate, a helper, encourager, and pretty good in bed. So why did she
bug him? ‘Your problem is, Larry, you don’t know how to relate emotionally
to someone when they express real, honest emotion to you. Do you want to
know why, Larry? It’s because you, Larry, will never be mature enough to
satisfy any woman emotionally. You do not have the maturity to deal with a
seventeen-year-old little girl, Larry. Do you really want to know why, Larry?
You are not a bad boy; you are not cool Mr. “I could give a shit” rocker party
animal. You, Larry, are an emotionally bankrupt, insensitive, hurt little boy,
that’s why, Larry. Wake up! You were supposed to walk her to her car for
one last hug, but she walked to your van. What’s wrong with you? Face it,
Larry, the thought of walking to her car never crossed your mind. Did it? All
you wanted to do was get away from her honest expressions about how she
feels about you. I must be losing my mind.’
Arriving at the job Larry thought Mrs. Stromberg was one fine looking
lady. ‘Maybe she needs more than her bedroom painted. What an idiot you
are, Larry.’ Instead, he received total rejection; she was almost dismissive
of Larry and was all business. Leaving Larry to his work, she disappeared
until he called for her three hours later to come and see her new bedroom.
“I love it,” she exclaimed, and asked if he had the time to do another room.
Looking at the room, Larry agreed to paint it; if she would go pick up the
paint, he would start moving the furniture and prepping the room.
Crawling around the room, wiping the baseboards, Larry felt good about
the money he was making, and he thought about taking Kat out for a nice
dinner. ‘She has done so much for me; it’s about time I did one honest thing
for her.’ As he reached the doorway, he was still on all fours when he looked
up to a short denim skirt, long legs, and panties with a Rolling Stones’ tongue
on them. As he rose to his knees, he saw two perfect tits bulging from a tee
shirt, tied in a knot just above the belly.
“Hi, I’m Amanda. Where’s my mother?” she said, smiling as she watched
his long examination of her body.
He stood to his feet saying, “I’m Larry. Your mother went to pick up some
paint for your room.”
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“Cool, you’re the lead singer for The Creatures, aren’t you?”
As Larry nodded yes, she continued, “I love your shades. Do you mind if I
get a few things from my closet?”
“Sure, go ahead. I won’t be starting until your mom arrives; until then, it’s
all yours.”
Amanda walked into the large closet, intentionally leaving the door open
as she dropped her skirt and top, as if Larry was not even there. Turning
towards him, but never looking at him, she peeled her panties off as she put
on a tiny bathing suit. Smiling, she walked past Larry to the pool.
Larry quipped, “So I see you are a Stones fan.”
She burst out laughing, turned, and said, “My favorite Stones’ song is “I
Can’t Get No Satisfaction,” causing Larry to laugh as well. As she walked
away, Larry stayed in the room, watching her from the window until the
mother returned with the paint.
“I see Amanda is home from school. Have you met her?” she asked.
“Just briefly, Mrs. Stromberg,” he replied.
“That one is sixteen going on sixty.” She rolled her eyes and walked off.
‘Jailbait, I do not need any jailbait today.’ As he began to paint the room,
Amanda kept looking to catch him watching her. ‘One hour ago, you were
going to take Kat for a private dinner; now you are seriously thinking about
nailing this kid. That’s right, Larry, she is a kid. Go directly to jail, do not
pass go.’
Two hours later, Larry finished and was in the process of putting the room
back together when Mom and Amanda, wearing a beach robe, came to see
her new room. Larry actually found himself thinking, ‘Thank god, she has a
robe on. Now that’s a switch.’ Both agreed how much they liked it, while
Amanda, standing behind her mom smiled and let her robe slip open as she
mouthed, “I love it,” and gave Larry a full, “clean” shaved, baby doll crotch
shot. Looking him in the eyes, she asked, “How about you, Larry, do you
love it?”
“Yes, I do indeed love it; nice, “clean” choice.”
‘Idiot, what is wrong with you? Why are you playing a game with jailbait?’
Larry went outside to clean up his tools and was just about to leave when
Amanda called to him, saying, “I think you missed a spot, can you come and
see?”
Walking into the room, he saw Amanda had four lines of cocaine on a
mirror. Snorting one, she handed Larry the rolled-up bill, and Larry took a
hit without a single thought. Looking at him as she snorted another line, she
said, “It’s Friday night. Invite me over for a party. I will bring the fun, you
bring the satisfaction.”
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Larry took the last hit, consuming it like a vacuum cleaner, and gave her his
card, telling her to call him in an hour.
Cashing the check at the bank, he noticed Mrs. Stromberg had included a
large tip. Fat-pocket Larry was ready to party. He popped in a Stones CD as
he left the bank parking lot and selected “Honky Tonk Woman.” Lit up from
the cocaine, wild and ready to party, Larry drove down the road playing the
drums on the dashboard singing. “She blew my nose, and then she blew my
mind.”
‘She is jailbait, man; when she calls, do not answer the phone. Besides,
you have Kat and Cindy on your plate, and you definitely cannot party in
the house because you can bet Cindy or Kat will show up. What’s wrong
with you, Larry, are you crazy? Damn, that Amanda is one sweet young
piece; her pussy looked so young. If she has the coke, I have the time. That
shit ain’t cheap.’ Answering the phone, Larry said, “Meet me on the corner
in thirty minutes. I will pick you up, and we will party in a motel all
weekend.”
“Don’t I get a call, Officer?” Larry asked the turnkey.
“Sit down and shut up; I will call you when we are ready to let you have
that privilege.”
By Sunday night at ten-thirty, Larry was sitting in jail on charges of
statutory rape, possession of controlled substances, and a host of other
charges, including contributing to the delinquency of a minor. ‘She is no
minor. You knew better; how many times did I tell you to stay away from
her? You knew she was trouble, but you wouldn’t listen to reason, would
you, Larry? What is wrong with you, idiot? Your life is a real nowhere life
for sure; this is way past drunk and disorderly conduct. Why didn’t you do
the right thing? Keep your money and take Kat for a nice dinner? You have
scraped by your whole life. Every time you put some money in your pocket,
you blow it on drugs or the first little bitch that flirts with you. When are
you going to stop this self-destruction once and for all, Larry? Is it worth
prison, Larry? Was it that much fun? It was still just another piece of pussy,
wasn’t it, Larry?’
What a scene the arrest turned into. Her dad and the cops opening the door
to the room, while they were both snorting another hit. It was classic COPS
TV, as the cops shouted, “Do not resist!”
“Officers, I am bare ass naked, face down on the bed with arms behind my
back; in this position I am not capable of resisting.”
Shouting again, “We told you not to resist,” pepper sprays came out, and
they each took free shots at Larry.
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Crying huge crocodile tears, Amanda explained everything to her father. “I
am sorry, Daddy. He talked me into this earlier today when he was working
in our home. He gave me some pills, and after, that I didn’t know what I was
doing.”
Arriving at the station, the cops began threatening him with all of the scary
legal threats. “You are going to get a minimum of eighteen-years in prison
to as much as thirty-five years. You picked the wrong girl this time, you
hippie freak, and the wrong daddy for damn sure. That man is the toughest
lawyer in the justice system. You can kiss your ass good-bye, boy; every con
in the state house will wear your ass out, if you know what I mean.”
‘Idiot, I told you she was jailbait, and now we know Daddy is a lawyer.’
“Bailiff, how about my phone call? It has been an hour.” Finally, Larry got
his phone call. “I don’t believe it, an answering machine. Rufus, if you are
there, pick up. Rufus, are you there? I need you to go to the Donna Court
Motel, room 27, immediately. The cops busted me, and my camera clock is
on the dresser. Please do this right away, even if you have to break into the
room or give the man some cash. This is very important. Search that room;
it was a hard party and the camera can save my ass.”
The bailiff explained to Larry that he had a nine o’clock appointment with
the judge, and he could expect the public defender around eight to go over
his case. “You might as well get some sleep; you are not going anywhere
until then.”
Kat sat in bed, wondering where Larry had been all weekend, contemplating
how she could find the strength within herself to walk away from him.
Crying quietly, she thought, ‘I’ve tried it before; I am just too weak. Even
though I love him, I need to face the facts; he does not love me. He never
says it and never shows any real interest in my life at all. Stop it, Kat, you
must stop seeing him.’ Flipping the channel to the local news, a picture of
Larry covered the screen as the broadcaster announced, “This just in. A
well-known local bandleader has been charged with the statutory rape of a
minor child and possession of a controlled substance.”
“How about a magazine, Larry?” asked the bailiff. “It looks like you are
not going to sleep.”
“Sure, thanks, hand me one.” Larry glanced at the front cover headlines.
‘“The worst boyfriend personality in the world would have to be a
sociopathic hedonist,’ by Dr. Sarah Johnson. Are you one? Test on page 25.”
Turning to page 25, Larry continued reading. “Are you charming, but deep
down superficial in your relationships? Do you lack genuine remorse when
others are hurting? Are people targets and only opportunities for you to use
them? Are your promises genuine and can you find your true emotions?
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Do you feel an incapacity for love and are you indifferent to the devastation
and emotions of others? Are you sexually promiscuous, cheating on every
person you are involved with? Do you have a realistic plan for your life? Do
you live a parasitic lifestyle, using others as objects of your manipulations
and con games? Do you have no problem lying easily?”
‘What the fuck,’ Larry thought. The article continued for several more pages
with statements