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Current Events => The DUmpster => Topic started by: dutch508 on July 28, 2014, 07:02:13 PM
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It was very early when Frank rolled over to find he was not alone in the bed. Although surprised he was not alarmed. His visitor was not subtle about wanted to ‘get closer’ over the last couple of days and Frank supposed it was bound to happen sooner or later. He had hoped for later, for example somewhere after the next massive killing of all life on the planet due to an asteroid strike.
Frank was a stoic, however, and knew he would gracefully face the coming explosion of female sexual need with a stiff upper lip- not to mention other parts. He sighed, thinking about his last involvement and how it had ended so badly. In a way he had never really gotten over her and his forced hermitage in the wilds of Eastern Nebraska was directly related to the loss he felt, and the pain he felt, when he found himself thinking about her.
“No use worrying over spilled milk,†he thought to himself. Frank inwardly chuckled at the thought of speaking, or thinking in this case to himself. Being deaf his internal monolog was really all he heard and although he put a running soundtrack to the rest of the world while he saw it he sometimes wondered if the sounds he related to things were the actual sounds they made.
It was his friend on the other side of the Sandhills who first put the thought into his head. “What if, Frank, all the sounds and colors and shapes were really different to each individual person? AND we only learned conformity to those shapes and colors and sounds because we were taught them? What if my blue isn’t your blue? What if the sound of a train to me is totally different that the one you hear?... Oh, sorry.†Frank wasn’t worried about Dutch forgetting he was deaf. It was refreshing at times that Dutch often glossed over the fact when so many people found it impossible to forget.
“Well, Frank, you see what I mean, though, right?†Frank did and found it an amazing concept. Dutch had told him he often spoke to his dogs and cat and that they appeared to understand a great deal. Also it seemed to Dutch that the animals, both species being generally non-vocal towards other members of their own species, seems to return the concept of communication through vocalization back to him.
Frank had never thought of it in that way. The concept of adapting to the communication patterns of others was something he had had to learn at an early age. Dutch’s use of American Sign Language, not only with Frank but with the dogs and cat fascinated him. Unfortunately, thinking such interesting thoughts didn’t change the fact that BB was sleeping next to him in the narrow standard bed.
Dutch had been pushing him into a relationship with the Ph.D for some time now and until the last week Frank had artfully avoided the issue. That is, until Dutch arrived with the afore mentioned women in tow. “It will be good for you, Frank. Sex, and then you look away and you won’t have to hear her talk about shit.â€
Dutch thought such things were the height of humor.
“And so,†thought Frank, “I find myself in the most delicate situation.†Surely they hadn’t already have had sex, had they? He was fairly sure that he remained sober enough that he would remember such an act. He checked and found he was still wearing his underwear. Good. Was she? Frank wasn’t sure if he could check without waking her. He glaced over and found her staring at him, eyes wide open.
“Oh, you’re awake.†She said. “I wasn't sure if you were so I…†Frank rolled away and sat up on the edge of the bed. Blessedly the words stopped when he turned away. He tried not to think about what she might be saying. Especially as he felt her hand trace up the center of his back and into his hair. He stood up abruptly.
“Madam,†He spoke aloud. â€I cannot stand to have my hair touched. Please, if you would so incline to…†his voice fell away as he suddenly noticed that she was not wearing any underwear and that the sheet had fallen to her waist as she sat up…
To be continued…
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Oh my.
This is good, this is really good, and I mean it.
Excellent!
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Oh Dutch, what a great writer you are. I felt as a reader I was there as a mouse under the bed watching all this going on.
I was not in my reality but that of the one you made to send me into a different reality. This is what a Grand writer does, takes one away in their mind into another world the writer sends them into.
What is this called, alternative consciousness ???
One can be aware of their surroundings and life but a good writer sends the mind off into another world, a book that caused me to carry it into the bathroom to pee was JAWS. I was so into it, could not put it down.
Good going, as a mouse under the bed I look forward to the next chapter of Frank and his sex life.
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Oh Dutch, what a great writer you are.
My sentiments exactly; I'm truly awed.....and humbled.
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Damn, Dutch -- a pretty compelling read.
You clearly have not only read, but grokked Franks posts about many things. I understood them but you captured them (I hope you don't find that observation presumptuous, Frank).
Can't wait for the next chapter!
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Appears someone is heading down the path of no return. :rotf:
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When faced with a surprising situation all creatures found in nature respond with a limited amount of actions. They can freeze, the proverbial “Deer in the Headlights†in which case they usually get crushed by the speeding 18 wheeler into red splatter and chunky bits of steaming flesh. They can fight, where in we get most of our entertaining animal nature shows. They can flee, often the most wise course of action and thus the most frequently overlooked by human beings- disaster movies notwithstanding.
Frank chose the wisest course, though, being a gentleman, he did soften the blow to BB’s female ego by a small white lie. “I have to use the bathroom.†He said, but before he could stop himself he added, “I’ll be right back.†He fled the room. With increasing annoyance he entered the kitchen to find Dutch seated at the table sipping a cup of coffee. Around him were the cats relaxing in various poses. Frank found it curious that the cats seemed to gravitate to wherever his friend was at the moment. Dutch said it was because of his raw animal magnetism. Frank believed it was because he spoiled them with treats.
“Morning, Sunshine. Sleep Well?†Dutch smiled innocently at him. “I see part of you is up.†Frank, in horror, realized he did indeed have an erection and it was obviously noticeable in his underwear.
“I have to use the bathroom.†Frank fled again, this time to the safety of the bathroom. It wasn’t until he had closed and locked the door did he realize that BB had to have seen the same thing poking out the front of his shorts. “I need to stop wearing boxers.â€
Having completed his morning ritual as much as he could Frank donned his robe and went back into the kitchen. Dutch was still drinking coffee and glancing through his tablet at the latest news. He signed to Frank, “Sex? Good? Many Times?†Frank closed his eyes. It was going to be a long, long day.
“No. No sex. No good. No times.â€
Dutch made a pouty face. “Why do you do this to me, Frank? Can’t you see how much effort I took to ensure your happiness in this matter?†He spread his arms wide. â€All of this… I do for you.â€
“No, you don’t.â€
Dutch laughed. “No… I don’t. But I do care that you get a bit of fun in your life, Frank. Stop being the hermit. Stop being the monk. Live a little.â€
“I have lived. I am on an extended vacation.†Frank poured himself a coffee and sat down. He needed a cigarette badly. “I have had a full life.â€
“Going to Soviet Russia is not having a full life. Trust me- I know.†Dutch reached over and rubbed the orange tabby sitting on the table behind the ears, “You know I care, don’t you?†The cat meowed in reply. “See, Colonel Mustard here says you need to chill the **** out.â€
Frank rolled his eyes. “That is not what Muffins said.†He held up his hand to stop Dutch’s retort. “I do appreciate your attempts to… do whatever it is you think you are doing, but I don’t need help finding a woman, and I don’t want that woman anyway.â€
The cat and Dutch looked at Frank with blank expressions.
“Seriously. I don’t.â€
“Cream?†said Dutch in what Frank assumed was his “dealing with a difficult child†voice. Frank began to answer but Dutch turned to look at Muffins. The cat meowed. Dutch poured a bit into the saucer and pushed it in front of the happy cat.
“Please don’t feed the cats on the table.â€
“Stop being a racist, Frank.â€
“I am not being a…†Frank notices the hint of a smile on Dutch’s face. For Dutch that was a full on smile. He knew he was being goaded and chuckled himself. He tried a different tack, “Look I..â€
Dutch’s eyes shifted over his shoulder and his grin widened. Frank shut up.
“Why, good morning B.†Dutch stood and pulled out a chair besides Frank. “How did you sleep?†Frank had to imagine the reply as he did not look at her.
... to be continued...
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He could feel her beside him and he prided himself that he didn’t jump when her hand softly touched his shoulder. It rested there and gave a slight squeeze. He turned slightly to look at her.
“…doesn’t snore at all. I guess you were wrong about that.†BB laughed. Frank turned to Dutch.
“Oh, I suppose I could have been. I am not infallible. Sometimes I am wrong for days at a time.†Dutch grinned and shot Frank a look. “Isn’t that right, Frank?â€
“Yes.â€
“But I just keep slogging it out until I get the job done. No matter how long. No matter what the cost. I am stubborn that way.†Frank missed BB’s comment but felt her move away. He saw her go into the bathroom and shut the door. He turned back to Dutch. Dutch sat down and picked up his cup. He looked to Frank.
“What?â€
“I am going to smoke a cigarette.†Frank got up and headed for the door. Dutch followed him out leading a feline parade at his heels. Outside both lit their cigarettes and stood looking into the morning sunlight playing across the rural setting. The cats rubbed up against them and generally acted like cats do- either ignoring them completely, but doing so in a manner they could tell if you are watching them or forcing you to acknowledge their presence by attempting to pet them and then going immediately back to ignoring you completely.
Dutch sat in one of the chairs on the porch and immediately had a large black and white cat in his lap. “Morning, Oreo J. Cookiesworth. How are you.†The cat meowed his reply.
“Why do you insist on renaming all the cats? They have perfectly good names as it is.†Frank sat and tried to pet a passing cat. It moved just outside his reach and refused to look at him.
“I didn’t rename them. That is what they want to be called, Frank. You should listen to them more.†Frank wasn’t sure if his friend was serious or not. He probably wasn’t. Probably.
“Anyway Frank, I have something serious to talk with you about while BB is cleaning up,†Which, Frank knew, meant that Dutch had absolutely nothing serious to talk about but would act as if he did. However if he didn’t take it serious it would only egg his friend on until they crossed the realm into total recklessness.
He sighed, “What did you want to talk about?†It was best to get it over quickly and move on thought Frank.
“Who do you picture yourself as?â€
“What?â€
“Who. In history. Do you. Frank. Picture yourself as?†Dutch had literally signed the periods in the middle of the sentence. Distracted by the rapid shift in topic Frank was speechless.
The silence drew out for a long thirty seconds as Frank thought about the question. It was a very good question and one best not answered quickly and without deep thought. He stalled.
“Why do you ask?â€
“Think of it as a mental exercise.â€
“Only historical persons?â€
“I think we can let literary persons into the equation. It’s a fantasy thought exercise anyway…†Dutch shrugged. “However- you have to justify your choice.â€
A creeping thought entered Frank’s mind from the very bottom of the medulla oblongata. “Why are we doing this? Is this something to do with,“ Frank glanced back at the house where BB was showering, â€Her?â€
“Frank,†Dutch laughed, “Why do you insist on being so suspicious of everything I do?â€
“Because you do everything in order to further your own goals.†Frank insisted, crushing out his cigarette and lighting another. Dutch pretended to look hurt, failed, laughed instead.
“What goals are those, pray tell?â€
“To have me **** that woman!†Frank gestured violently with his thumb toward the house. Dutch laughed again. “I don’t want to have sexual relations with that woman!â€
“Clearly you do.â€
“What! No I don’t!â€
“If you really didn't you would have thrown us out of here three days ago.â€
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Frank sat back in his chair and took a long pull on his cigarette. Was there some deeper psychological truth to what his friend was saying? Why had he not just barred the door when he saw them drive up and get out of the car? Dutch had sent him an e-mail from Lincoln telling him he was bringing the woman here. He could have just left and not been here when they arrived. He looked askew at Dutch. Dutch grinned back.
Or, was Dutch ****ing with him even now. Maybe the whole thing was a put up job just to mess with his mind. His friend had a wickedly dangerous sense of humor and Frank wouldn’t put it past him to simply dream up this entire plan just to… wait a moment…
“How did you get her to come out here?†he asked in a puzzled tone.
“I told her that you were into her and wanted to meet her.â€
Frank thought for a moment. “And… she just came?†Dutch laughed.
“Oh, hell no. I started talking to her about this meeting back in January.†He took a sip of coffee. “It took me two months before she’d even answer an e-mail.â€
“You bastard!. You’ve been planning this for six months!?â€
“No, I have been planning this for a year and a half. I have only been actively working on it for the last six months.â€
Frank was stunned. Not about Dutch planning this all for the last 18 months but that he hadn’t known anything about it. Surely there were other people in on the plan, people from the Committee.
“Who all knows?†Frank asked.
“About this?†Dutch seemed to think for a moment. “Thirty-seven. Plus my dog.â€
“Thirty-seven?â€
“Yup. Plus my dog.â€
“Thirty-seven people knew and help you plan this?â€
“No- I told thirty-seven people. I don’t trust anyone to plan an operation of this delicate detail-ity.†Dutch flicked the butt of his cigarette away. “More coffee?†He gestured to Franks half empty cold cup. Frank absent-mindedly handed him the cup. Dutch went back into the house. The cats followed.
Frank sat and tried to wrap his head around the concept of what he had just learned. For the last eighteen months his friends, well, one friend, had been plotting to ‘hook him up’ with a woman he couldn’t stand, was not physically attracted to, and in no way, shape or form want to meet. For the icing on the cake, the friend said he did it simply to make Frank happy.
He shook his head. In no way did this make him happy. The last two days had been dreadful, listening to BB drone on about her boring job, his only salvation was he could look away and the words stopped. After the first time he did that Dutch had moved so he couldn’t look away without see him signing whatever dreck flowed from BB’s gaping maw.
Then Dutch had the gall to suggest going swimming in the river. He had thoughtfully provided BB with a swimsuit- just a touch too small, and hidden Frank’s own. In a stroke of luck Dutch had brought a spare, a tiny blue speedo also a touch too small for Frank. Just as they were about to dive in Dutch had gotten a phone call he ‘had’ to take and was gone for two hours.
So engrossed he was in his own thoughts he did realize Dutch was standing in front of him holding out a cup of coffee. “Oh.†He reached out to take it and dropped the cup when he saw B standing off to the side wrapped only in a towel.
“This coffee is so good!†She said between sips from her cup. “Is it a special blend?†Dutch graciously gestured to a chair beside Frank’s own. She sat.
“Yes. Folgers French Roast.†He sat opposite them on the porch, to make sure Frank could not escape into silence.
“Surely this is not simple plain coffee. Is the water filtered?†Dutch shook his head.
“No. Straight from the tap.â€
“You’re joking!â€
“No. I am totally serious!â€
Frank drifted away to retained his own sanity.
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Now, I have to say I fully and enthusiastically endorse this story.
Its appearance was a surprise to me; I had no idea it was coming.
And it needs noted that dutch508 and franksolich have never met each other in real life.
However.
It's remarkable, how dutch508 has managed to mostly capture the real-life essence of yours truly; my mannerisms, and my behavior. It's not a perfect match, but damn, it's a pretty good match.
Both of us having been raised in the Sandhills of Nebraska (although dutch508, like the business partner, on the fringe of them, while I was raised in the heart of them, a distinction I oftentimes snobbishly make), we know what people in the Sandhills are like, and can pretty much predict their behavior.
When it comes to accuracy, this story's pretty much about 80% accurate.....which is awesomely outstanding.
<<<again, heartily endorses this story.
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He turned his mind towards the question posed by Dutch a few minutes previously. It was an interesting proposal; to state who you thought of yourself as from a historical and literary viewpoint. It wasn’t “Who is your favorite Historical or Literary person?â€, but who YOU saw as you then defend that opinion.
It’s a position not very many people think about and because of that it intrigued him. Even if it hadn’t it was a way to take his mind off of the current female guest sitting only a few feet from him dressed only in a towel. He glanced at her out of the corner of his eyes.
“…people pointed out they were discussing a book, many of those people actually having read that book, or at least a good part…â€
He looked away. Just contemplating the concept of the question was intriguing. After all the person you chose would say a lot about the person you were and thought you were. He could easily say he identified with Michel de Montaigne, for example.
Frank often felt he was watching the decline of the great western European optimism that had forged the world in the last two centuries. Watching it decline into a mess of greedy liberalism, corpulent capitalism, ignorance of youth, and pressing religious worries the rest of western society didn’t seem to want to address.
“In this, I am the subject of my own thoughts.†He thought to himself, and laughed quietly with quazi-plagiarized giddiness. He frowned slightly. He realized that like Montaigne he had retreated from that society with which he was disillusioned. Was this the very thing that Dutch had been trying to provoke him out of? Of course, some of his best work had been done in such isolation, as had Montaigne’s.
Two of Montaigne’s books were in his library. Frank took comfort in the fact that the author’s own skepticism mirrored his own. Likewise, to, Frank wore one face to the public he kept away and another for himself in his privacy. Although Montaigne discussed them as “rooms†rather than faces, Frank pictured his mind as rooms, with the front being reserved for those personal interactions he was forced to endure- the faces kept on a coat hook by the front door. The back room, his personal room, kept all the things he thought about in the quiet dim light of his self.
Like now, for example.
He was pretty sure he didn’t want his friend, Dutch wandering around any of those rooms. Dutch was a tad too quick and perceptive at times for Frank’s liking. Dutch noticed things like a slight movement in the shoulders or eyes, read body language in an instant and caught the tone of the voice better than anyone he’d ever met. Frank wondered if Dutch played poker.
Although they had known each other for almost nine years they really didn’t ‘know’ each other. Mostly they kept to their own side of the Sandhills and communicated via text and computer forums. Dutch would show up out of the blue for a few days and disappear again into the rolling grasslands that surrounded Franks home.
Much like Faust, there were some things that were best not to know.
He did like to think of himself as a sort of Shakespearian character sometimes. Well, to be honest, a sort of mix between Shakespeare himself and his writing, rather than any one of the Bard’s creations. Frank enjoyed the turn of a well-developed phrase immensely. He thought of himself as a good solid writer. Not a literary genius by any measure but having the ability to entertain with his written word.
He often felt the frustration of trying to get his point across to , who Frank were sure were indeed Philistines, the ungrateful audience for which he wrote. He knew that most of the ones he had targeted, including the semi-nude woman laughing at something Dutch had just said, wouldn’t admit that they had even read his work let alone let him know how they felt about it.
He could almost see poor Will, back stage at the Globe, silently screaming as the dumb brutes in the upper seats completely misunderstood the genius in Hamlet’s lines or his own pain poured into Romeo’s anguish.
Movement caught Frank’s attention and he looked to see BB walking back into the house. Dutch’s eyes met his.
“Lost in thought, Frank?†he signed.
“In your question.†He replied.
“It’s a good one.â€
“It is.†He glanced though the front door; a physical one this time, “Where did Alex go?â€
“Inside, obviously. I told her that her nakedness made you nervous.â€
“Did you.â€
Dutch smiled that slight smile, “Oh, yes. I did.â€
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Been a touch busy- will have the next chapter out soon...
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Been a touch busy- will have the next chapter out soon...
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Take your time, and let this be a lesson for the primitives, who get all upset and bent out of shape when they're quoted and parodied here, as if decent and civilized people are "being mean" to them, "picking on" them.
<<<am being parodied mercilessly in this story, and am enjoying it very much.
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I noticed you used a word I don't dare use in my story, "erection," as it's a bit too strong for me.
<<<becoming a master of euphemism.
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Frank shook his head and had to smile. Of course BB being naked did make him nervous but not in the way he was sure that she believed it did. In a way it was like seeing your grandmother naked- the same kind of creepy icky feeling at the base of your spine that caused your whole body to shudder. It wasn’t that he found BB unattractive physically. He just couldn’t get past her personality in order to develop any positive emotions for her.
Dutch told him he just didn’t drink enough; which was true. He rarely drank to excess and then when he did so he was careful to do it alone. Being a loud obnoxious drunk was one thing. Being a loud obnoxious deaf drunk was quiet another.
He remembered the last time he had been roaring drunk in public. It was in Moscow and of course it wasn’t really his fault. The people he was staying with took him out to a local club and he had … well… drank a bit too much vodka. The ‘Gendarmes’ had found him wandering along Gorky Park at three in the morning singing Broadway show tunes.
Not speaking very good Russian and not being able to hear the shouts from the Militia nor understanding them at all due to the drink he found himself locked up in the local asylum. It took several days before he could contact his friends and get released.
The moral of the story was, to Frank at least, not to get overly drunk in public. It was a fairly obvious moral which most people find out at some point in their lives. Most people not being what Frank considered the primitives of the Political Scale, those specifically on the left side of that scale- to which BB belonged.
That was another reason why Frank found it hard to find her attractive. Her political leanings were so out of alignment with his own he doubted that if they had been attracted to each other the vast differences in their political thoughts would have doomed any possible long term commitment.
Of course… that isn’t what Dutch had in mind. Frank was positive that his friend only wanted to insure that he had sex with the woman, for whatever reason, and didn’t plan on anything more permanent than that. Normally that would have been fine with Frank. He wasn’t really looking for a long term relationship and a long term long distance one was very much not in the books.
He turned to his friend, “Why aren’t you banging her?â€
Dutch laughed and took a drink of coffee. “Oh, she thinks I am gay. Besides, she wears crappy shoes.â€
“Why would she think you are gay?†Frank let the shoe comment slip over his head. He had never noticed what kind of footwear BB had on. He assumed it was some sort of Birkenstock hemp sandal or something.
“She might have gotten the idea from me. It’s easier to deal with a dyed in the wool leftist, especially a female, and especially if you are trying to hook her up with a friend, if you are a gay guy. They fall over backwards trying to be nice to you simply because you are ‘the gay.’â€
“But you are not gay. You are about as far from gay as you can get! I was surprised you didn’t show up here in a Hummer smoking a cigar with an exotic dancer giving you a blow-job.â€
“She was out of town.†Dutch laughed. “Besides the Prius gets good mileage and was cheap to rent. No-one in Nebraska will drive it. Surely you didn’t expect me to bring her out here on the back of the Harley, did you?â€
“I didn’t expect you to bring her out here at all!â€
“Surprise! And Happy Birthday, Frank. Now go in there and blow out your candle.â€
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I must say you're doing an admirable job at describing the real franksolich.
Keep it up!
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I must say you're doing an admirable job at describing the real franksolich.
Keep it up!
no elaboration necessary.
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Frank knew he would have to do what it was his friend wanted for him. It wasn’t going to go away until he did. If he did succeed in refusing Alex and sending them away Frank knew that next time it would only be someone much worse that Dutch would show up with. Maybe the Redqueen, or God forbid… Nadin.
Hanging his head he sipped his coffee. “Alright.â€
“Alright?†Dutch asked quizzically.
“Alright. I will go have sexual relations with that woman.â€
Dutch’s face took on a somber tone. “You don’t have to, Frank. Not if you really don’t want to.†He leaned back in his chair. “It is funny as a joke and all but I won’t force you to do something you are morally opposed to.â€
Frank looked at his friend and their eyes met.
“Ah-HAHAHAHAHA!†Dutch burst into laughter. “I couldn’t hold it anymore!†he wiped tears from his eyes. “Get in there and **** her already!â€
Frank laughed and stood up, handing his half empty cup to Dutch. ‘Alright, I will. Just to spite you for thinking I won’t.â€
Frank walked into the house and down the hall. He paused slightly be for knocking on the door to the bedroom Alex was in. He pushed the door open and walked in. Alex held her shirt in front of her as she stood beside the bed. Her long auburn hair hung down her naked back. She had on only a pair of lacy panties.
“Alex,†he began, “We have been toeing around the idea of you and I for the last few days. I know I have been stand-offish but it isn’t because I am not interested in you. It’s just that, well, I wasn’t ready until now.â€
Alex look at him with widening eyes, ‘Ready for what, Frank?â€
“Of a physical relationship between us. I am a little old fashioned and just don’t jump into bed with someone the first time we meet.â€
“I can understand that. I respect that Frank.â€
“Alex. You have to understand that I am a bit different than normal guys.â€
“I know, Frank. Your hearing.â€
“No. Alex. I mean… about sex. I have some rules that must be followed.â€
“Oh.†Alex voice dropped to a whisper.
“You will have to sign a waiver, and some other documents before we can… do anything.â€
“Oh…. Okay…â€
Frank’s gaze went to the window and looked out into the back yard. “I need to be in charge, Alex. You will have to do what I say. You have to agree to that.â€
“I can do that, Frank, if you want.â€
“I want to. I want to show you my playroom. Do you want to see it?â€
Alex nodded her head. Frank took her by the hand and down the hall to a door she had never noticed before. Frank opened the door with a key and led her inside.
“Does this mean you’re going to make love to me tonight, Frank?â€
Franks mouth drops open slightly, but he recovers quickly. “No, Alex it doesn’t. Firstly, I don’t make love. I ****… hard. Secondly, there’s a lot more paperwork to do, and thirdly, you don’t yet know what you’re in for. You could still run for the hills. Come, I want to show you my playroom. â€
Alex’s mouth drops open. “**** hard! Holy shit, that sounds so… hot.†She thinks to herself, “But why are we looking at a playroom? she was mystified. “You want to play on your Xbox?†she asks Frank.
He laughs, loudly.“No, Alex, no Xbox, no Playstation. Come.†Producing a key from his pocket, he unlocks yet another door and takes a deep breath. “You can leave anytime.
Dutch can take you whenever you want to go, you can stay the night and go home in the morning. It’s fine whatever you decide.â€
“Just open the damn door, Frank. â€
Frank opens the door and stands back to let Alex in. She gazes at him once more.
She so want to know what’s in here. Taking a deep breath Alex walk in. And it feels She has time-traveled back to the sixteenth century and the Spanish Inquisition.
“Holy ****,†she whispers under her breath.
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It was very early in the morning of the next day before Dutch saw Frank walking into the kitchen. The first trace of light in the east filtered through the pre-dawn sky. Dew lay heavily on the grass outside. The door was open letting in the cool of the night and with it the damp of the rains that passed through in the night.
“Morning, Frank.†Dutch was at his usual spot with a cup of coffee leafing through the morning editions via his Kindle.
“Morning.â€
“Sleep well?â€
Frank poured a cup of coffee and sat at the table. “Passably well, yes.â€
“I slept like shit, Frank. You are way too noisy.†You would have thought by his tone of voice Dutch was discussing the Columbian Coffee prices rather than the nights amorous activities of Frank and Alex.
“That room is heavily soundproofed. I doubt you could hear anything more than I could.â€
“Touché.†He handed Frank his Kindle, “We are bombing Iraq again.â€
Frank read the news in silence. If Dutch had more to say about the matter he didn’t want to see it. Dutch did get up and pour him a cup of coffee and set it next to his elbow. The news wasn’t good. War in Iraq. War in Israel. War in the Ukraine.
‘What do you think of getting back into Iraq, Dutch?â€
“We should have finished it all in 1991.†It was a very touchy subject for Dutch. Frank chose to move on to less sensitive subjects.
“How much rain did we get last night?â€
“Really?†Dutch looked over his reading glasses at Frank. “You want to talk about rain? First you try to piss me off over Iraq, and now the weather?â€
Frank frowned, “Well… what do you want to talk about?†Frank knew exactly what Dutch wanted to talk about.
Dutch continued to look at him over his glasses.
“I am not going to discuss mattered between Alex and I.â€
“On a scale of one to ten, was she…â€
“No. No discussion.â€
“Did she make a lot of….â€
“NO. NO DISCUSSION!â€
“Did she let you…â€
“DAMMIT! I said No talking! NO. NONE. NADA. I gentleman doesn’t **** and tell.â€
“But, you got video- right?†Dutch chuckled. Frank realized it was now him on whom the tables had turned.
“Ugh.†Frank drank his coffee. “Why do you always get me to do these things?â€
“Frank,†Dutch said comfortingly, “I don’t make you do anything. You want to do these things. You just won’t admit it and give in to your urges.â€
Frank shook his head. “No. I don’t.†He walked out onto the pouch to smoke a cigarette. “At least not with her.†Dutch followed him out.
“How is she, anyway?â€
“I suspect she will sleep through the day. Will you be taking her back to her home soon?â€
“That depends on if you two want that or not, Frank.†Dutch looked at his friend. “Do you awant that?â€
“I… I don’t know.â€
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“In this world Frank, there are only two choices available. Yes Or No.†Dutch took a long drag off the cigarette. “Many people will tell you there are many, many more. That is it all shades of gray. That is just a falsehood they tell themselves in order to justify their own inability to face reality.â€
“What do you mean?†Frank was puzzled by this turn in the conversation.
“What I mean, Frank, is that in this instance the choice is ‘Does she stay?’ or ‘Does she go?’. It is a yes or no. White or Black. Yin or Yang. The road less traveled or the common route.â€
“It’s much more complicated than that.â€
“Is it?†Dutch scoffed. “Is it indeed more complicated than that?†He turned to look Frank in the face. “Look at our world, Frank. You either vote Democrat of Republican. You are pro-abortion or pro-life. Death Penalty or Life in Prison. With us or…â€
“Against us.†Frank finished the sentence. “That is an over simplification of the issue, Dutch. Look at Iraq. Do we side with,,, oh.â€
“Do we take arms against a sea of troubles and by opposing, end them.â€
“To be or not to be.â€
“That is the question. Yes or no.â€
“I don’t know.â€
“Frank. I know you sometimes feel I am the devil’s advocate, or maybe even the devil himself but in all honesty I am merely bringing you the light of moral clarity.â€
“By bringing Alex here you are really bringing me moral clarity?†Frank laughed. “That’s a good one.â€
“You misunderstand moral clarity for Christian fundamentalism. This is not an object lesson in Neo-Con philosophy. This is facing reality and choosing a path. This is dealing with or not dealing with it at all. Two choices. Only one can be chosen.â€
“Why do I have to choose now? It can wait til after breakfast surely.â€
Dutch simply smiles and walked back into the house.
It was a second or two before Frank realized he’d made a choice after all.
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Frank followed Dutch into the house. “You are the devil.â€
“Am I? If I am the devil to your Faust then what contract have you made with me? If I am tempting you in your wilderness of 40 days with fruits, bread and Alex what’s the payoff for me?â€
“She is no Gretchen.â€
“Was she not innocent til you took her to your playroom?â€
“**** you.â€
Dutch laughed. “At last a true emotion from you, Frank. Am I peering behind the curtain that is your life here?â€
“I am not hiding anything!â€
“You are hiding everything. You entire life is hidden from view. You shut your eyes and the world is gone, Frank. This mask you put on for the public, and I hate to use that term for the internet community of lunatics your write for, is simply a bad costume fooling no-one.â€
Frank sat down heavily in the chair.
“Let me tell you a story, Frank.†Dutch sat down across the table from him. “Once upon a time there was a very unhappy man. This man had nothing in life he thought til one day he met the woman of his dreams. He fell in love with her. She fell in love with him.
“Unfortunately, they both come out of horrible relationships and were both emotionally damaged. They tried to make it work out but the girl was too scared to try to be in a healthy relationship. She started doing things to sabotage the life they were building together but that only made the man try to make her happy more.
“The more he tried to make her happy the more she got scared and pushed him away. She finally broke off all contact with the man and married another. Not for love, for she said there was none of that in this new relationship, but because there was no danger of love and real emotion.â€
“She couldn’t be in a healthy relationship so she threw that one away and chose another damaged one. The same type she was in before.†Dutch sighed. “Why would she do that? She could have been so very happy let she chose to be miserable.â€
“I don’t know.†Frank knew Dutch was talking about himself.
“Because that was what she was comfortable with. Because that’s all she thought she was worth.â€
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Now dutch508, sir, there's starting to evolve a problem here.
You're trying to write a Harlequin romance now, not a sex story.
All in all, it's good, very good, better than anything I can do.....but philosophy and contemplation kind of, well, ruin a sex story.
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Now dutch508, sir, there's starting to evolve a problem here.
You're trying to write a Harlequin romance now, not a sex story.
All in all, it's good, very good, better than anything I can do.....but philosophy and contemplation kind of, well, ruin a sex story.
(https://i.chzbgr.com/maxW500/1285031168/hAAB2E444/)
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This has Hollywood blockbuster written all over it.
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Now dutch508, sir, there's starting to evolve a problem here.
You're trying to write a Harlequin romance now, not a sex story.
All in all, it's good, very good, better than anything I can do.....but philosophy and contemplation kind of, well, ruin a sex story.
In other words:
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I have to make a run down to Texas. I got back tonight. I will do some writing tomorrow.
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I have to make a run down to Texas. I got back tonight. I will do some writing tomorrow.
<<<anxiously awaiting.
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I have to make a run down to Texas. I got back tonight. I will do some writing tomorrow.
Hey, question, if it doesn't involve revelation of governmental secrets.
Your town's a pretty tiny town; how can they afford to send you way down to Texas?
The town here's eight times larger than your town, but every time the county sheriff (no local law-enforcement) has to take somebody to jail forty miles away (as this county doesn't have a jail), it causes a major discombobulation in the law-enforcement budget.
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Hey, question, if it doesn't involve revelation of governmental secrets.
Your town's a pretty tiny town; how can they afford to send you way down to Texas?
The town here's eight times larger than your town, but every time the county sheriff (no local law-enforcement) has to take somebody to jail forty miles away (as this county doesn't have a jail), it causes a major discombobulation in the law-enforcement budget.
State paid