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Wreck by Waldo ([email protected]) All rights reserved by the author. Permission is given to Nifty, Fictionmania, and Sapphire to archive/distribute this story. Permission is usually given to other free sites by sending me an e-mail defining where the story will be posted. It's an adult story. Chapter 1 - How it started The harsh sound of the telephone ringing wakes me with a start. My body is instantly awake but my mind is still sluggish from the deep sleep of the last several hours. I grab the clock and stare at its illuminated face, seeing that it is about two a.m., not really believing that someone has the gall to call my number at that freaking hour. Angrily I pick up the telephone handset, determined to tell someone to get fucked, for waking me up at this ungodly hour - on a work night at that. My mouth is still numb with sleep but I grumble "HELLO!" in a very loud and angry tone, trying to convince my still unknown caller from ever repeating this mistake to my number again. I try to hang onto the last vestiges of a pleasant dream, knowing that this phone call is probably nothing more than another wrong number by some fumble-fingered drunk in a bar. There is a pause where I expect my still unknown caller to hang up without saying anything, then the speaker timidly cries in a hesitant, shaken voice "Gary, it's Lucille. Jimmy's been in a car wreck. I'm scared and don't think I can drive my car. Can you take me to the hospital?" I sit bolt upright in my bed, shocked awake from her plea, at the same time trying to determine if I am having a nightmare. Jimmy is my best friend and Lucille is his mother. I am hearing her words but I not sure if I heard her correctly. I can only mumble my confusion "What? Hello? What happened? Is he all right?" "I don't know. The police just called me from the wreck site. He's on his way to the hospital in an ambulance. I'm so scared that I don't think I can drive myself down there. I don't know what I'll do if he dies," she cries as her sobbing breaks up her plea for help. "Get dressed. I'll be there in less than ten minutes." "Thanks, Gary." she hangs up the phone, while I stare at my phone, realizing that I'm awake and that it is a real emergency. I switch on the bed stand light, grimacing as the bright light burns into my eye sockets. Jumping to my feet, I pull on my jeans and grab a T-shirt. Within two minutes, I'm running out the door, pausing just long enough to leave a note for my parents on the kitchen table so they will know what occurred and why I'm not home in my bed. I drive my souped up pickup truck as fast as I can, remembering how scared Lucille's voice sounded and I feel the same way. I cover the six miles between our houses in record time, discovering Jimmy's very scared looking mother waiting for me at the end of her driveway. She jumps into my truck and I pull out as soon as she shuts the door. Perhaps I pulled out a little too fast because my tires squealed and Lucille's head jerks from my rapid takeoff. She looks at me with one of those 'you ought to know better' motherly looks as she calmly commands "Please slow down. We won't be able to help Jimmy if we're in a wreck also." "Ok," I reluctantly respond, as I back off on the gas pedal, still keeping my speedometer set at a good ten to fifteen miles more than the speed limit; feeling very frustrated at having to drive at what seems like a snail's pace during this emergency. "What happened?" I ask, glancing at her, seeing her white knuckles clinching a handkerchief. "He was working late tonight. The restaurant had a big private party. As their waiter, he made some extra money working over for the party and then cleaning up afterwards. On his way home, some drunk hit his car, totaling both cars at the intersection of Route 5 and King's Pike." "I wasn't planning on going that way, but that won't be much out of our way. Do you want to see his car, if it's still there?" I ask, immediately realizing that it's probably a mistake, but my mouth is speaking before my brain is put in gear. "Yes. I have to see it. Let's get it out of the way." She mumbles, with a hint of anxiety in her quivering voice. Four minutes later, I slow down as we approach the mass of flashing red and blue lights at the wreck scene. A fire truck's bright spotlights illuminate the accident area as three firemen roll up their hoses from where they've cleaned up the flammable waste. Two large wreckers are getting ready to start separating the two wrecked cars. Sitting on top of Jimmy's little, blue Honda, is one of those big, expensive, heavy and fast Cadillac's - the type that can go almost one hundred and fifty miles per hour. A state trooper stands in the middle of the road with his tape measure and clipboard as he measures the Cadillac's tire marks from where it crossed over the double yellow line and plowed into Jimmy's much smaller car. The air is pungent with the smell of spilled gasoline from the two wrecked cars. "I've seen enough.", cries Lucille, the anguish shaking her voice so that she is almost intelligible. "I don't see how he could've survived that." She whispers, her voice trembling as tears flow down her cheeks. She dabs at her eyes with a tissue as I stare at what's left of Jimmy's old car. "He's going to be all right. He's so skinny and scrawny that he can almost fit into his car's glove-box. I'm willing to bet that he crawled out unhurt. We'll get to the hospital and find him waiting on us, with nothing more than a Band-Aid on his finger." I lie, trying to soothe her upset nerves. "If he is unhurt, why did they transport him by ambulance to the hospital? Jimmy's small and fragile, not big and husky like you. I'm almost the same size as him and I know that I wouldn't have survived that serious a wreck." She babbles as she wipes the tears flowing down her cheek with her handkerchief. I shut up because my yammering is making her feel worse. To keep from thinking about how bad the accident could be, I try to concentrate on my driving, finding my thoughts drifting as I think about how right she probably is. My best friend and I are opposites in appearance. While I'm tall with broad shoulders and muscular arms, strong, and built like a football quarterback, he is a head shorter, and eighty pounds lighter than me. While I played football and basketball in high school, he went out for the only sport the school offered where his small body size didn't matter - the track team where he quickly became their star runner. An image of Jimmy's smiling face flashes in front of me and I feel a tremor as I realize how fleeting life is. We are both only twenty-one years old and still feel very invincible, but this accident is shaking some reality into me. Concentrating on my driving, it only takes a few minutes for me to arrive at the hospital where I drop her off at the Emergency Room door then park my truck while she goes on into the hospital. When I rush into the antiseptic hospital corridors, Lucille is waiting for me at the Nurse's counter with a mixture of good and bad news. "He's alive. Thank God. His face is busted up some, but he's alive. They've taken him up to surgery and I've got to go sign some papers. Come with me and give me support, Gary." I put my arm around her shoulder and follow the nurse's direction to the surgical area, guiding the frail woman who is clutching her handkerchief tightly under her chin with both hands. I'm feeling her pain, knowing that she is looking for me to provide the strength that she needs during this disaster. At the end of the corridor, a doctor who is dressed in surgical clothes and wearing those stupid looking surgical room booties, meets us. The doctor is standing by the nurse's counter, looking at Jimmy's X-rays. "Mrs. Bell, I'm Doctor Unidey. Overall, your son's pretty lucky, considering the description of the wreck. The preliminary X-rays indicate that his front teeth are knocked out, his nose, cheekbones and jaw are busted, as well as his larynx being crushed. All that can be fixed by surgery later so that he looks and sounds as good as new. The bad news is that he has a lot of damage to his urology system. The steering column of his car was mashed between his legs, severely damaging his penis, scrotal sack, and general genitalia. I'm going to do surgery, but my surgery's main goal is to stop the blood flow and to try to save his genitalia. He will need reconstructive surgery by a qualified urologist and cosmetic surgeon later on. Will you sign these paper's authorizing me to do the emergency surgery?" I'm still holding her, my arm around her frail shoulder and I feel her tremble as the doctor discusses Jimmy's problems. Without looking at the clipboard that the Doctor has shoved into her hands, she hands it to me. "I can't think, Gary. Read that and tell me what to do." I take the clipboard, read the medical release form quickly, and hand it back to her "I think that you should sign it. It's just as the doctor described. It's nothing but some legal bull shit where the doctor has filled in what he plans to do to Jimmy." She takes the pen from the doctor's hand and signs it, trusting my interpretation and guidance. Then the doctor hands me the pen, requesting that I sign as a witness. After both of our signatures are on the Surgical Approval form, he looks at me as he silently verifies that I'm planning to stay my Lucille's side during the surgery. His suggestion "I'm going to get started. If you don't want to go back home, why don't you go down to the cafeteria and get some coffee then come back up in about four hours. I'll be finished by then and he'll be in a room where you can see him." He points down the hall knowing that I will guide Lucille to the waiting area. ****** Three hours and forty minutes later, we are in the hospital ward's waiting room. The nurse comes through and tells us that we can go down to his room after they finish putting Jimmy in his bed. I had just got off the phone, calling my mother to let her know about Jimmy and why I'm going to be late going to work. I didn't do it earlier because I didn't want to wake my parents. As soon as the nurse let us into Jimmy's room, I put my arm back around Lucille's shoulder and try to give her the courage to walk into her son's room - to see him for the first time since the accident. The only way to describe him is that he looks somewhat like a mummy with the sheet pulled up over him. As we enter the room, his nurse pulls back the bedsheet to adjust one of the tubes running into the gauze between his legs; allowing us a quick peek at his body. Only his face and his middle are wrapped up in white gauze. There is a mass of long brown hair hanging out of the back of the facial bandage, looking like a big ponytail the way the bandages force it back. His mother tearfully looks away, unable to watch the nurse as she finishes her minor adjustment of the tubes between Jimmy's spread legs. Stepping around the nurse, Lucille continues to his side, and immediately picks his hand up, squeezing it while she whispers, "Jimmy, I'm here and Gary's here with me. Can you hear me?" Through the narrow opening around his eyes, I see him as he opens his eyes. Using only his eyes, he smiles as he nods his head and responds to her presence. Focusing his eyes on me, he smiles again as he weakly holds one hand up, with the thump in an upraised position, signaling me that he is O.K. The next hour is a blur of stepping out into the hallway with Lucille as she bursts into another round of tears and staying beside Jimmy's bed trying to cheer up my best friend. He keeps signaling me with his eyes, asking me to take care of his mother and I keep nodding, while my blabbing mouth spouts all the usual garbage that you tell seriously hurt people. Jimmy can't talk, is still heavily drugged and all his mother can do, is hold his hand and cry as she watches him constantly flip back and forth from being awake to a drug induced sleep. I feel awkward not being able to do anything more to help him and feeling his hurt as if it happened to me. He has been my best friend through the last nine years of school, and he is the person that pushed me and supported me to go against my parent's constant career desires that I become a draftsman. Instead, he encouraged me to become an auto mechanic which is something that I really wanted to do. While my short life has been full of ups and downs, Jimmy has always been the person to stand by me and help me get out of whatever trouble I wandered into. Which is very frequent because I like to raise hell and kick ass. I'm constantly dodging some problem caused by my overactive testosterone. Whether it is a girl problem or a knuckle problem with some other stud, Jimmy is the one that has all of the answers for me. And now he is hurt and there is nothing that I can do to help him. So when his Uncle Larry shows up about seven a.m., I'm very glad to slip off to work, while Larry watches Lucille and Jimmy. ****** After work, I rush back to the hospital. I find Jimmy alone in his room, propped up in bed. His eyes light up through the narrow bandaged slit when he sees me. He picks up a clipboard and writes; "Mom's still here. She's gone down to the Cafeteria to get some dinner and to give me some rest. Uncle Larry found out that it was Senator Mahoney's son who ran into me. The big, heavy car is his fucking graduation present from law school last year." "I saw the car. Not much of it's left. How are you feeling?" He writes, "My face hurts and I don't really know how to describe what it feels like to have all these damn tubes going up my body." "Good thing that you got your face busted up. As ugly as your old one was, you should have them give you a new one." A twinkle lights up his eyes as he thinks of an appropriate insult for me, then he writes, "Yeah, I've been thinking about changing the way I look. I considered having them reshape my face so that I look like you, but then I'd have every pregnant girl in town and her father looking for me." I smile at his note, thinking about the image of him with my face. I'm six foot, three inches, two hundred and ten pounds of muscle, with broad shoulders. I don't like to brag, but I've been told by a lot of people that I look like a young Rock Hudson - a heterosexual version of him with my solid chin, dazzling smile, classic features, and dark hair. Thinking about my face on Jimmy's scrawny five foot eight inch, one hundred and thirty-five pounds, narrow body almost makes me laugh. "Aggh, I can't help it if I'm a natural stud. Girls like crawling across my naked body and I can't refuse a good fucking. If she's blonde, pretty, and got nice tits, then I've got to try to fuck her." Shaking his head in disagreement, he writes, "BLONDE? You'll fuck anything in a skirt. You should be like me and wait until the right girl comes along." It is a lifelong argument between us. I like to chase women and he lives a celibate lifestyle. Don't get me wrong, he had a couple of different girlfriends in the two years after we got out of high school, but he was never the skirt-chaser that I am. While I went after women for pure, unadulterated, fucking pussy; he is very choosy in his girls, looking more for love instead of sex. I think that if I hadn't teased him a little too much in our senior year, that he would still be a virgin. "Until then, I'm going to let Oscar run rampant. What does your Uncle think about your wreck and the person that caused it?" He scribbles on his clipboard for several seconds, then hands it to me. "Unc thinks that I'm going to be rich. He's been over at the Senator's office all afternoon and I'm expecting him back at any time. The doctor was in here awhile ago and recommends that I fly up to the state capitol to see a specialist. They don't really have the skill around here to do what needs to be done to me." "Hi, Gary, how's our boy doing?" laughs Lucille as she enters his room. She is still wearing the same clothes that she had on when I picked her up earlier this morning. I glance at the clipboard and pull off the sheet where Jimmy has written all his "fucks", not wanting to accidentally upset his mother. He is an only child and she dotes over her precious little Jimmy. "Good. Just got here. Do you want me to stay here with him, while you go home and rest?" I suggest. "No, I'm planning on spending the night. I would like for you to come back and stay from eight to ten while I go home and get my stuff." I glance at my watch, remembering that I have a date with Donna tonight and knowing that she doesn't like to be stood up. Donna is my semi-regular main squeeze ever since we were in the tenth grade together - the football star and the beautiful blonde prom queen. Since that first time when she lost her virginity to me, we've gone steady together for several weeks, then break up over some stupid little problem, then double-date each other friends, and then generally date other people, doing whatever we pleased. Then mysteriously, we will somehow wind up dating each other again - thanks to my constantly horny cock and her delicious, hungry pussy. I know that she wants to marry me and I like her - for more than just being my regular piece of ass, but I'm not ready to get married. "Yeah, I can do that, but I've got to go now." I mumble, wondering how I'm going to keep from pissing off Donna tonight. Chapter 2 - My gal, Donna I clean up, change into my best jeans and Donna is wearing her frilly cowgirl dress - both of us dressed for a night at a country and western dance hall. She isn't too happy that I have to pick her up early but when I give her a choice of going early with me to the hospital, then going dancing; or not going out at all tonight - she makes the right decision. Behind some books in my room I keep a picture of Donna hidden from my parents. It is a picture that she posed for, in the privacy of her own bedroom, using one of those cameras with a timer. Or that's what she told me knowing that I don't like anyone else seeing her dressed sexy like that. That picture shows the reason that I love her. Think about a tall, five foot ten sexy woman with long, waist length auburn hair cascading down her back. Her hair frames a beautiful face with big blue eyes, and the body supported by the right measurements - a 36D-24-34 body. My picture shows her wearing nothing but spiked heels, sheer black stockings, black lace garter belt, and black lace bra with cutout nipples. Between her legs, you can see that beautiful clit that needs sucking on a frequent basis. She's my main lover and that picture doesn't let me forget it. Ever since that day in one of our high school janitor rooms, when she got down on her knees and sucked my cock as she played with my balls. That night was the first time that she let me undress her and slide my thick hard cock inside her soft round warm hole. I wasn't a virgin when Donna became my girl, but after that first night, it was as if my sex life restarted from square one. I still remember that night in all its fantastic detail. No one before her, has aroused me the way that she did. After the gym blow job, I couldn't be with her enough - and asked her out that same night, canceling my normal Friday night pool game with Jimmy. After I took her home from our date at the "movies", I rushed home and called Jimmy to tell him all the details about her. About what we did - about what she did to me - about what we did to each other. That's the only time that Jimmy and I ever had a disagreement about anything or anyone. He got along fine with all of the rest of the girls in school, so fine that I sometimes felt jealous about the way that he was able to sit down and talk so easily with them. I used to walk into the school library and find Jimmy with a table full of girls, knowing that they accepted him as if he was one of them. I don't know what really caused the problems that he has with Donna, but Jimmy got very angry at Donna that first date night and immediately began trying to get me to drop her. Donna quickly reciprocated Jimmy's ill will and thus they began their still ongoing feud. So, while they don't like each other, they are still my two most favorite people and I spend a lot of time, trying to change their attitudes toward each other. As we walk into the room, Jimmy's eyes light up as he sees me - then darken as Donna follows me into the room. I ignore his angry glance, recognizing his natural animosity for Donna. Sitting on the bed, I say, "Too bad that it's not Halloween yet, or you could go with us - you're already dressed like a mummy." He writes on his clipboard, "And Donna's dressed like a witch." She walks over toward the bed to read his note and I rip the page off the clipboard before she can read it, changing the subject. "So what else did your uncle have to say?" Donna puts her arm around my shoulder and stares at Jimmy as she purrs an incredibly cheesy smile and patronizing voice. "Based on Gary's description of your injuries, it sounds like it's going to be awhile before you can get any pussy! But I suppose that you're used to that already." I cringe as I recognize the old feud between them starting up again, and that I've clearly made a mistake in bringing her with me to Jimmy's room tonight. I pull her arm from my neck, give her a dollar bill to buy herself a soda and tell her to wait for me down at the vending machines. She smiles 'too bad you've lost, sucker' type of catty smile at Jimmy and walks out of the room, flouting her ass as she walks. As soon as she is out of the room, I try to sooth Jimmy's obviously ruffled feathers, "I'm sorry. She promised me that she'd behave herself tonight. I know that you two don't get along and that may be part of why I've never wanted to marry her. I know that she would try harder to drive us apart if I was married to her. Sorry about her crude comments." He scribbles something then hands to me so I can read, "Look at my necklace." The necklace is a thin gold necklace that I convinced him to buy in high school. I thought that wearing it around his neck would improve his confidence and make him feel more studly. He declared it as being his lucky necklace and constantly wears it. I open his night stand and find the necklace, immediately noticing that it is broken. I hold it up and show it to him. He scribbles, "That can be fixed easily. I was worried that it was lost forever." "No such luck. What did your uncle have to say?" He scribbles on his clipboard, writing, "The Senator's got long term, big political plans, maybe a future state governor, planned for his son. Who was obviously arrested for being drunk, so the old man's willing to spend a lot of money to hush this up. He's willing to pay for whatever medical treatment I need for the next five years, give me half a million hush money, and twenty thousand a year for the rest of my life. All I have to do, is to decline to press charges and sign his out-of-court settlement." "Wow, half a million? Did you tell him that I was in the car and thrown out the window by the impact. That ought to be good for a hundred grand for me." Smiling at me, he writes on the clipboard, "I'm thinking about agreeing to it. The wreck opened my eyes - about a lot of things. With that much money, I can do things that I could never do before. I'm going to think about it overnight and then make my decision in the morning. If I sign the papers tomorrow morning, I can be on my way to see a specialist by afternoon. I'm going to need a lot of surgery to repair the damage and cosmetic surgery to rebuild my face." "With that type of money, you can quit your waiter job and go to school full time." "Yeah. That's what I plan to do. But first, I've got to get my life in order - to make the changes that I need to make. My life's going to take a new, more positive direction." he scribbled, drawing a circle around each of the words "new" and "direction". "What sort of new direction?" I ask, puzzled because I can't think of anything that he might want to try. "I'll tell you when I can talk again. It's too much to try to write down on this clipboard." "Speaking of talking, I won't recognize you without your buck teeth. Are you going to have normal teeth put back in?" His eyes glimmer as he thinks of an appropriate bull shit response for me, then he writes, "Those teeth are my trademark. No matter how I'm dressed, those teeth stand out. No, I'm going to have the dentist give me a more natural look." I spend the next hour talking to him, with Donna sticking her head back in the room once, reminding me that one of our favorite bands is playing tonight. I ignore her which pleases Jimmy. ****** The next day, I get a call at work. I grab a clean rag because my hands are coated with grease from the car that I'm working on and use the rag to protect the phone as I hold the phone. "Gary, it's Lucille. Jimmy signed the papers this morning after his uncle approved the various contracts, accepting the money. And he signed the papers from his doctor, transferring him to a hospital in the state capitol. I'm going to ride up with him in the ambulance which is almost ready to depart now and will be gone for about a week to ten days, while he has his surgery. Will you walk the dog for me and water my plants while I'm gone?" "That's fast. Anything else that I can do?" I volunteer, surprised at how fast things are happening. "No, I'll call you and keep you advised how he's doing." ****** Two days later, Lucille calls me at home, telling me that Jimmy is in the recovery room, that he has just completed his facial rebuilding surgery; and that his urological surgery is scheduled for two weeks from now. The specialist doctor wants his body to heal a little more before he starts his repairs. His mother plans to fly back home and then fly back up when it is time for the other surgery. When I suggest that I will fly back with her, she becomes slightly flustered. "I don't think that's a good idea. His hospital's has a no visitor's policy except for immediate family." She suggests, with a weird tremor in her voice. "So tell them that I'm his brother. They won't know the difference." "No, I... uh, I think... uh, Jimmy will be in a lot of pain and drugged. It might be better if you visit him when he's able to sit up and talk. That's it, when he can sit up, will be a better time to visit him." I accept her reasoning, really wanting to go visit him now, but recognizing that it will be contrary to her wishes. While I frequently go against my parent's wishes, I've never ignored any of Lucille's requests before. ****** The old dog isn't her dog. It's really Jimmy's dog but back when we were in high school, his mother got it neutered without getting Jimmy's blessing first. He screamed at her for doing that to his dog and cried as he took care of his dog. Later, when he forgave his mother, they used to joke that it is now her dog. The dog's name is Lucky and after seeing what that vet did to him, I thought he is misnamed. I wouldn't feel lucky if anyone cut my balls off. Which Donna threatens to do. Somehow, she began to think that we are going steady again and got mad at me because she caught me screwing around with one of those waitresses from that restaurant where Jimmy works. How do you break up with a woman when you aren't going with her? To get her off my back, I bought her some flowers and arranged to slip out of town for the weekend with her to a motel. I thought about driving up to the capitol to see Jimmy but know better than to take Donna with me; so we just lied to our parents and sneaked away. While my parents have always liked Donna, they think that I'm too young to get married and don't like the idea of me checking into a motel with any woman. I'm almost twenty years old but they treat me as if I'm fourteen. Jimmy is doing all right - or so his mother reports to me. His face is all bandaged up. They had to rebuild the nose, the cheekbones, and reshape the jaw as well as rebuild his larynx. His voice is going to be different but that's to be expected. And his other surgery is still on schedule. ****** Jimmy's mother's flew back for the second surgery and came home after just a week of staying with Jimmy. I took the dog back over to her home when she came back and she made the biggest fuss about that dog. She held the dog's neck and cried. When I try to comfort her, it just makes her worse. So I let her run me off, then go back later when she feels a little better. We sit around her kitchen table, talking and laughing about things that Jimmy and I used to do. She digs out his photos and we sit there at her kitchen table, looking at his photos as if he is dead and gone. I tell her that I've received four postcards from him and have sent him two letters in return. That causes her to do the strangest thing. She grabs my hand and squeezes it tight. Tears start running down her cheeks again as she sobs, "Thank you for being my son's friend. He's going to need your support more when he comes home - a lot more." I get embarrassed when women cry. So I take an acceptable exit and leave. ****** The ring of my phone can barely be heard through my bathroom door as I catch up on some of my magazine reading. I run bare-ass naked into my bedroom to pick up my phone as I answer "Hello." "Gary, it's me. How do you like my new voice?" "Jimmy, you sound hoarse. How are you feeling?" "Weak. This isn't my final voice, which will be slightly higher pitched than my old voice. But its been four days since my lower body's reconstructive surgery and today's the first day that my doctor has let me talk to anyone." "Wish I was there. I've talked to your mother but she's being very vague about your surgery and I didn't want to press her. How's it hanging?" "Not as low as your stubby cock, but they've repaired the damage, although I've still got a couple of relatively minor procedures to come back for. I'll never be able to father any children but I can pee again and won't have to spend the rest of my life with those damn tubes sticking out of me." "No kids can be a blessing." I laugh trying to joke about the seriousness of his injury, knowing that he won't take it personal. "And because I'm your best friend, I'll volunteer to be a surrogate father for you. Just pick out your woman and I'll knock her up for you. When are you coming home?" "That's what I wanted to talk to you about in the hospital but really didn't have time or energy. I'm thinking about staying up here for awhile because I'm going to need some more follow-up treatment and I like these doctors. While I'm healing, I'm going to sign up for that schooling and will start to get my life back in order. Mom's not too happy because she wants me to come back home and live the rest of my life in her house. I'm not getting any younger, although the doctor tells me that I'm going to look a lot younger; and I need to get started on my life. If I come home, I'd wind up moving back into Mom's house and I need to live in a place of my own." "Understand. I've had the same hard time with my parents. Dad's tried to kick me out several times for sneaking girls into my bedroom, but Mom wants her little bitty boy to stay home. I would love to have a place of my own if I could afford it. Hey, that's a good ideal. Why don't you come back home and we'll get us a place together. That way, both of us are out on our own and still together." "I would love to do that, but I'm committed to a course of action here, until after I complete my medical treatment. After that's finished, I will be willing to consider your solution. Are you going to wait for me or do something stupid - like get married to Donna?" "She wishes that we were more serious. I can't make my mind up if she's in love with me or just likes my big cock. No, she's just my main squeeze until my Miss Right comes along." "Good. Keep telling yourself that or she'll slip a ring around your finger - then after the wedding, move the ring up so it's through your nose so she can lead you around. I don't like the bitch." "If you ever have her go down on your cock like she goes down on me, you would fall in love with her. She sucks me so hard sometimes that she makes my ass hole pucker." "If that's the only reason that you like her, you'd be better off if you bought a vacuum cleaner and a large bottle of petroleum jelly. A person's mate has to have more going for her than just having a round mouth and empty head." "I've got it all figured out. I'll marry twice - my first wife will be the most incredible fucking machine with the most fantastic body in the world. Then after she wears out and can't service me anymore, I'll find a woman with good common sense and marry her for love, children, and a big house payment." "What do you like about her?" "She's very aggressive. When she wants to fuck, she tells me. I don't like to date women who want to fuck me but pretend that they aren't interested in sex. Everyone's interested in sex. If I ever meet a woman that lays it on the line, telling me that she's just as horny as I am, telling me something like "so why don't we go back to her place and fuck all night", I'll marry her." "Gary! When are you going to grow up?" "Never. But let's talk about you. You said that you can never father any children. How's the rest of it hanging?" "Nice choice of words. Well, in about three months, the doctor says I can have sex if I'm gentle. Then I can have normal sex after six months." "Good, I'll get a video camera and the Harrison twins. We'll go up to their father's mountain cabin and spend the weekend fucking and drinking. Just like we used to do. That Maggie Harrison still has the hots for you. If you play your cards right, you can wind up being the future half owner of the Harrison Drugstore." "She's nice, but she's not the person that I want to spend the rest of my life with." "Oh, really. Well that last time that Alice and her slipped out of their parent's house and went moonlight skinny dipping with us, I got the impression that she was the perfect woman for you. I remember lying on my back while Alice sucked my cock and looking over at you as Maggie rode you. You had a big shit eating smile on your face and you were certainly enjoying what she was doing to you." "I have to admit that I was very aroused that night." "See." I tease. Chapter 3 - Engagement to Donna Jimmy calls me just about every two weeks and we'll talk for an hour or so. While his voice has changed because of the surgery, it is still the same old Jimmy on the other end of the phone line. He's been gone over eight months by now and his mother has flown three times to see him. I never find out when she is going until after she leaves, which pisses me off, because I keep aggravating her to let me go the next time. And the weekends that I plan to go visit him on my own, he always has something to do, so I haven't been able to visit him yet. Which is just as well with Donna. We are going steady again and every time I mention Jimmy, the hairs on her neck will rise. I tell Jimmy that Donna is making all the right moves on me. She enjoys stripping us both naked, then giving me the best fuck of my life as she finds ways to make me beg for more pussy from her. I'm so happy with the way that she is draining my cock at least once, every three-four days so that I don't have the time, or the energy to go find someone new. The last several weeks has been unbelievable. If she's that terrific a fuck for the very few hours that we can spend together, what will she be like if I live with her? I've considered moving out and getting my own place because I'm getting tired of driving out in the country, finding someplace safe to park and then the two of us climbing into the back of my pickup truck where we fuck until we're both totally satisfied. When winter arrives, I know that it's going to be mighty cold in the back of my truck, but she isn't interested in a - what did she call it - an illicit affair. I always thought that any affair is illicit and that's what makes it so much fun. And I don't see any difference from doing it in my bed or doing it in the back of my truck's cargo bed. I know that what she really wants is to have a new last name - my last name to be exact, and a ring around her finger. As for me, I just have some relatively simple goals that mankind has had since the beginning of the human race - I just want to be able to get some pussy more than once a night and not have to get up to go home. I think about her living in my imaginary apartment, just as much as I think about a refrigerator being in my apartment - when I get hungry, I want to eat; not wait until later. Anyhow, I think I made a mistake when I asked her to move in with me. She turned me down because there wasn't a ring attached to the offer, but she keeps insisting that I get a place of my own, so that we have somewhere to go. ****** Brad works with me at the garage and he's two years older than me. Since Jimmy's been gone, I've been running around with Brad a lot. Nights that I'm not out with Donna, Brad and I go over to the Cowboy Cafe, and drink a few brews as we check out the local females. Donna doesn't like Brad either because she says that he leads me down the wrong path. "Gary, come to the office, please - and do me a favor, take your time." Comes Brad's voice over the garage intercom. I pick up a rag and wipe the excess grease from my messy hands as I walk up to the front office. As I approach the open door, I see Brad standing behind the counter, with a big smile on his face. Stepping into the office, I quickly see why he is smiling. An extremely beautiful young, woman, with long blonde hair and the nicest set of knockers pushing out a tight bra-less halter top, is on the customer side of the counter. Her nipples stand out proudly, poking through her halter top. Her small waist makes her breasts look larger. Before I can check out the bottom half of her, her mouth illuminated the room with a big smile as she says, "Hi, I'm Marcy Davenport and I think that I've got car trouble. Someone gave me your card and recommends you as being the best mechanic in town. Can you look at my car for me?" Trying to keep from bursting into a big grin at the delightful sight of her very attractive body, I nod and reply in a very business like tone, "Where's your car and what's wrong with it?" "It's out front - the 3000 GT. It feels funny when I'm push it up over a hundred. Do you have time to take it on a test drive?" "I'm not permitted to drive faster than the speed limit, so I probably won't find anything that way. Any other symptoms?" "No, can I bring it in tomorrow and let you look at it?" "It'd be my pleasure. I'm not sure if I can find anything wrong, but there's no charge for looking. Who recommended you to me?" "I just moved here. My new lawyer, Larry Gephart, gave me your card", she says, holding up one of my old dog-eared business cards. I pick up a new one, to replace the old card. As I hand it to her, her fingers barely touch me causing a tingle of excitement to run through my body. "That's Uncle Larry. Ah, that is, he's my best friend's uncle." I walk with her out to her car, knowing that Brad is jealously staring through the blinds. My thoughts are far from working on her car as I look sideways at the wonderful creature who walks beside me who is the ultimate goddess of my fantasies. She has a body like a Norse goddess, tall and narrow shouldered, with a long, flowing mass of large ringlets and corkscrew curls of blonde hair cascading down her back. A nice set of large, firm hooters shape her halter top to look like twin ski jumps. Her slender body looks gorgeous as her hips sway and her breasts bounce slightly with every step she takes. The halter top is tight enough to define her breast size and shape, yet still leave a lot to the imagination. I can tell that her breasts aren't too large, yet not too small, just the perfect size to fit in my hand. Her bare mid-rift reveals a cute bellybutton that I would like to drool over as my tongue... well, you get the idea. She is wearing short shorts, revealing a firm, shapely ass and nice, long legs; the type of legs that I like to have wrapped over my shoulders. Shapely legs that have spent a lot of time on the tennis court or other activities that firm up her beautiful legs. Her two inch high heels seem a little out of place for driving a sport's car, but they sure made her ass stick out nice, so I'm not complaining. I lift her car hood, wishing that it is her halter top that I'm peeking under. At my command, she starts her engine and I listen to it, trying to find something wrong - anything to get her back into my shop. But there is nothing wrong with her car that I can find with this cursory examination. I put the hood down and she turns off the engine, staring up at me from her position in the driver's seat. Her car door is open and I stare at her beautiful legs, enjoying the profile of her graceful hips and buttocks. My mind goes blank as I stare at her perfect body. An iron-hard pulsing erection comes to life within my trousers and a fantasy day-dream image of me in bed with her fills my mind. Trying to control my imagination, I squat down so that I'm at eye level with her as she sits in her car and I try to concentrate upon work as I say, "Sounds perfect to me. I don't think that I'll find anything wrong with it. And it's so new, that it ought to still be under warranty where you can take it to the dealership." "It is. I just don't want to take it to the nearest dealership. So, you think that it'll run long enough for me to go home tonight and then over to the Cowboy Cafe tonight, then back home before I bring it in tomorrow?" she coos with a mischievous smile on her luscious lips. "Yep, and if you have any problems tonight, just look around the bar. Brad and I are going to the Cowboy Cafe, tonight. Can I buy you a beer tonight?" She starts her engine, puts her car in gear, then says, "Only if you ask me to dance also. I hate going into new bars and being a wall flower all night." As she pulls out of my parking lot, I just stare at her car, knowing that my cock is sticking straight out. Feeling very aroused and thinking about my mysterious new customer, I stare at Brad who wanders out to stand beside me as we watch her drive away. I know that he has been listening all along. Brad's slow drawl is intended to shake me up as he reminds me "Sounds like you're going to disappoint our new customer. I know that you've got a date with Donna tonight, so I'm prepared to do anything for our company's business. I'll show up and represent our company." But I responded in a friendly manner "You'll die and eat shit too before I let that get away from me. I've stood Donna up before and tonight seems like a nice night to do it again. If I'm going to get into trouble, it might as well be over a sexy fox like that. She's a ten in my book." Brad is wiping his hands with a rag as he continues to try to find some way to get me to abandon chasing the beautiful woman tonight "You're letting your cock do the rating again without looking at her objectively. Her body's too straight to qualify as a ten. She's got a beautiful face, but I like my women to have a little more ass, and for their figures to be more hourglass. I like to see that sway in a woman's back and that Sophia Loren full body look. Don't get me wrong. I wouldn't kick her out of my bed, but I wouldn't rate her as a ten." "You're just saying that to try to convince me to abandon her because I've got another ten in Donna. You can't fool me. She's got a magnetic personality and seemed so. .. so seductive. I can feel her sensuality and something about her, makes me want to fuck her brains out. When I looked into her eyes, I wanted to throw her on the ground and bury my meat in her. On my cock index, she's a definite ten." I argued, knowing that my friend will disagree with anything that I said, just because of his general stubborn attitude. "I can feel some of that also, so I've given her an eight - seven points for the body, face and general appearance; and one point for her personality." ****** I'm in trouble. Not only has Donna planned on me coming over after work, but she has also intended for me to eat supper with her and her parents. She spent all afternoon cooking and was planning to surprise me with her dinner plans when I showed up to take her out. And then I call to back out of our date. Hearing the anger in her voice on the phone, I know it is more than her normal anger for being stood up, so I hedge when she demands to know why - somehow, going to drink a few brews with Brad doesn't sound like a good reason anymore. Then with an icy cold voice, she tells me about her long afternoon, about how she intended to impress me with her culinary skill tonight. The third time she asks me why I'm backing out, I have to tell her the truth - I'm sick and don't feel good - food poisoning from something that I had for lunch, so dinner tonight is bad for me. I skate on thin ice with her for another five minutes, promising to make it up to her the next night, knowing that she really doesn't believe me, but she has never caught me in a lie before. I've told her a lot of lies and had to sweat a couple of times while I covered my ass but Donna's never really caught me a lie. When I hang up that phone, I almost jump up and click my heels - pleased with my survival of her trap to ensnare me and very pleased that my mysterious woman is going to be at a place where my cocksmanship has been successful so many times in the past. Then I scream. I have forgotten her name. I've got a lousy memory for names and have embarrassed myself before by having to slyly figure out some ingenious way to ask a woman for her name twice. Why can't I remember her name? I grab the phone and look up Uncle Larry's number. After four rings, I get his answering machine and leave a very cryptic message on his recorder. Picking up the phone, I carry it into the bathroom with me so I can hear it ring while I'm in the shower. After my shower, I shave as close and clean as I can, and use my best cologne. Then I iron my blue jeans - something that I haven't done in months - before dressing myself in my best cowboy shirt. I don't go all out, wearing the hats and big belt buckles; but that shirt is the right color to match my eyes - a good combination. I wait until the last minute to leave, waiting for Larry to call back. Then I hurry over to the Cowboy Cafe, checking the parking lot for her sports car. I'm pleased when I see that she isn't there yet, but a little perturbed that I might be stood up. I park my truck around back, instead of where I usually park it so if Donna accidentally drives by and doesn't see my truck, she won't get suspicious. A highly spiffy Brad is waiting for me at the bar, sipping on his bourbon. I lean against the bar beside him and look around the room, seeing some familiar faces as we wait for the band to start. "How did you do it? I thought that she would cut your balls off before allowing you out by yourself.", he asks. "I just called her up and said - 'Woman, I'm going out tonight. Don't give me any shit.' And then I hung up. In our relationship, I'm the boss.", I lie as I signal the bartender to bring me my usual. "I know both of you better than that. You lied to her didn't you? I hope that you didn't do something stupid like tell her that you are sick. She's probably standing outside your door now with a bowl of chicken soup." "Don't hear a word you're saying. And you forget about trying to shoot me out of the saddle with this one. I'm feeling good vibes from...say, do you think that she spells her name with an 'e' or an 'i'?" Brad's grin reveals that my standard trick isn't working. He shakes his head "If you forgot her name the way that you usually forget someone's name, then I'm going to let you take the heat. I'm not going to tell you." "Fuck you. Look in the doorway. My beautiful ten just showed up and there's no friend for you - why don't you get lost?" Brad turns to look where I'm staring. My mysterious woman has just entered the bar and her ID is being checked by the bouncer. I pray that she is older than eighteen - just one day older is enough. The bouncer hands her ID back to her and she walks in, not looking around as she walks to an empty table. Her ass sways as only a female's can, as her breasts bounced slightly, barely enough to confirm their firm shape. I notice her legs are slightly longer than other girls her height - which I enjoy - nothing like a set of long legs wrapped around your waist. Brad's voice barely sinks into my head because I'm concentrating on the wonderful vision that just walked into my life "Look at her walk. She's got a strut as if she is the fucking ruler of all that she surveys. And we're not the only ones that are watching her. There's other eyes turned toward her, checking her out. You're going to have to work fast if you're going to score with that bitch tonight" Pulled from a fantasy where I'm already in bed with my new friend, I recognize that he's right when he continues "It's your dime, so go make your play. If you strike out, I'm jumping into the batter's box. And you'd better hope that I'm too good of a friend to call Donna while you're over there making a fool of yourself. Just staring at that luscious babe makes me want to call Donna to see how she's doing tonight. I'll bet she's willing to come down here to see me and might give me some of her sweet pussy that you keep bragging about if she thinks that you're fucking around on her again." I snarl at him, knowing that he is trying to tease me. Picking up my beer, I walk over to her table. "Hi, I see you found the place. Can I buy you a beer?" "The bouncer is nice enough to buy me one. He hinted that he will stop by to talk to me after the band starts." She leans back in her chair. She is wearing a low cut pull-over dressy T-shirt that is very form fitting around her chest, and a black leather mini skirt that ends halfway up her thighs, revealing miles of long, luscious, perfectly shaped legs tucked into leather boots with high heels. Her dark stockings disappear beneath the skirt. She runs her hand through her hair, fluffing her hair while causing her breasts to strain against the T-shirt slightly. Then she says in a sultry sounding voice "Pull up a chair before someone else tries to pick me up. Have you figured out what's wrong with my car yet?" "No, I've thought about it a lot today and will try to test it tomorrow." "When we leave here tonight, I'll drive and you can check it out. I'm sure I can find some roads out in the country where I can get it up over a hundred easily." The band started playing, starting with a slow song. I ask, "Dance?" "Love to. I'm not much of a dancer, but I'm willing to learn." She accepts my outstretched arm and accompanies me to the dance floor. I place my arm around her waist and hold her hand as we wait for the start. I'm enjoying staring into her beautiful green eyes, seeing them twinkle as if she stands so close in front of me. Her seductive eyes capture me the second I look into them. I find it hard to look away, to keep from being drawn further into her beauty and power. As I step out with the beat, leading her, she steps in closer to me and allows me to guide her as if we are one person dancing. All the time looking into each other eyes, both of us with big smiles on our faces as I feel her soft and warm body that is too damn close. Then I feel Mister Trouble as I feel that familiar struggle within my jeans as it begins to bulge up. The closeness of her body excites me even more and I know that she notices my erection. Stepping back a quarter step to put a little room between us, I'm a little surprised when she steps back in close to me, with a mischievous smile on her face, aware of why I stepped back. I find it exciting to be so close to such a beautiful woman and I continue to rub against her lightly as we slow dance, enjoying the pressure of my bulging pelvic area against my partner. Rubbing my body against her body results in a sensation similar to being masturbated as I feel my cock begin to pulse. When that song ends, they play another slow one so we dance slower, enjoying the feel of each other's body. I know that I'm enjoying the soft firmness of her breasts rubbing against my chest, the gentle rubbing of her skirt against my jeans, and the mischievous twinkle in her eyes. What she sees in me, I don't know and don't care. I just knew that I'm in love - or as Jimmy used to say - in lust. Chapter 4 - Marcy If I didn't know better, I would've guessed that she is making a blatant effort to rub her breasts against my chest. So I reciprocate. I moved my leg for just a moment between her legs to see how far I can push her. She responds by sensuously rubbing her leg up my inner thigh in one quick motion before moving back to a more respectful distance. For just a moment, as I stare into her eyes, she lets her guard down, letting me see some very strong desires reflected in her eyes. I've seen that look of undisguised lust a couple of times before in other women's eyes and recognize that she wants me as badly as I wants her. Then it happens. Quick a cobra, her lips barely brush my lips for about one tenth of a second. Someone else might have interpreted it as a 'thank you' type of kiss but I memorized it as being the first kiss of many kisses that we're going to share in our future. Turning her head as she rests her head against my shoulder, she tenderly put her hands on my shoulders, as I feel the tension in her - the same sexual tension that I also feel. As we continue to dance, I can feel her bra hook just one thin layer of fabric away from my finger tips and that only excites me more. Everything seems to be a dream, and it's definitely one of the best dreams I've ever had. All of my senses are filled with the beautiful woman whose body is next to mine. My nose is filled with her delicate perfume. My eyes are staring at her beauty. My ears are listening to her magical laughs. My skin is tingling from the warm touch of her hand in my hand. My mouth is still alive with the delicious taste of her too-quick kiss. I don't realize the music has stopped until I feel her hand drop down from my back and teasingly brush across my butt. Laughing she asks in a very lyrical sounding voice "Has anyone ever told you that you've got a nice ass for a man?" Glancing at tight fitting black leather mini-skirt as if I'm getting ready to stroke her butt, I know that my retort isn't very brilliant but it's the only clean one that I can think of "I demand equal time so I can judge you also." "Well, not on this song. Let's sip our beer." I escort her back to the table, resisting the desire to pat her on the butt; holding her chair out for her like the gentleman that I am. She purses her pink lips and smiles warmly at me as I sit down opposite her. She opens her purse and selects a cigarette, handing me the matches. I pretend that I'm a gentleman by lighting her cigarette for her, but my eyes are staring down her halter at her exposed cleavage as she bends forward. Leaning back in her chair, she asks me, "You look like the type of man that likes to rate women. How do I rate on your scale?" I rate her as a ten but I'm not about to tell her that. I want her to think that she's got to work to push herself to being a ten in my eyes. So I lie "I'm not a sexist and believe in equal rights. If I do something as childish as rate women, I would probably give you very high marks. You're attractive, sexy and appear to be rich. What more can a man want to find in a woman?" "What's my name?" she asks, her eyes still twinkling with some mysterious glimmer. My heart stops "Names are meaningless in a true romance - it's what's in the heart that's important." "Bull shit. You forgot my name. It's Marcy." "Uncle Larry called you and told you that I tried to find him, didn't he?" A mischievous twinkle gleams from her eye as she answers "I'm his newest customer and he doesn't want to lose my account." "Touche. So now that we're getting all of finding about each other's history out of the way, what are you doing in this town? You're too sophisticated and sexy for a small town like this." "I got tired of life in the big city and came here to search for Mister Right. Now before your head gets any bigger because it appears that I have some interest in you, let me put my cards on the table. I'm a one-man woman. If you're dating anyone else and thinking about trying to juggle me into your love-life schedule, take a hike right now. If you're interested in me, be prepared to go all the way and to treat me with the same respect that you demand from me. I'll kid around with you and flirt with you, but I have limits as to how far I will go or allow; especially if someone is lying to me or trying to screw over me. I know what I like and for some stupid reason, I've liked you since the first time I saw you." "Which is this morning." She takes a deep pull on her cigarette, then puts it in the ashtray as she leans forward, exposing some deep cleavage again which momentary distracts me as she whispers, "I'm going to put my cards on the table instead of playing games with you for a couple of weeks. I feel that I've known you forever. I believe that we're kindred spirits that were once lovers in another time and place before we re-found each other in this time and age. For the last five years, I've been thinking about the man that I know is my Mister Right and wondering when I'll finally be able to sit across from him, look at him, and have him look back at me the same way that I'm looking at him. This morning when I saw you at the garage, I felt that you might be the man that I'm searching for. I felt a tingling sensation when I was in your presence and could tell that I also affected you. I didn't come here tonight to meet any of these men. I came here to see if you're the man that I think that you can be. I like the way that you're looking at me. Do you like what you see?" "I don't know what to say." I honestly replied, stunned by her unexpected bluntness and suddenly find myself being turned on by the combination of her serious beautiful face and exposed cleavage. "Tell me that there's no one else in your life, that you're available to be my man and I'll go home with you - tonight - ten seconds from the time that you tell me the truth. I'll sleep curled up next to you, but only after we make love. I can be a fucking machine that won't let you down. I like sex and will do anything that you want. I'll blow you, suck you, ride you, jack you, let you titty fuck me, play games with you - whatever you want. Only you have to open up to me and give me the opportunity to teach you to love me. While I want to fuck your brains out, I'm more interested in being your long term lover - not just a one night stand." My mouth unexpectedly goes dry and my throbbing rock-hard cock is about to burst through my zipper. I'm glad that our table isn't a glass tabletop so that she can't see what sort of physical effect she is having on me. I'm slightly stunned by her words because it's almost the exact same words that my fantasy woman would say to me. "There's no one else." I reply, suddenly making a decision that it's time for Donna and me to break up for the millionth time in our relationship. Marcy's hand reaches across the small table, her curled fingertips locking in my curled fingertips as her foot brushes against the inside of my ankles. Staring straight into my eyes, she asks "Someone as good looking as you has to have a stable of girlfriends. Are you sure that there's no one else in your life at this time? Perhaps an old girlfriend?" Clinching her fingers tightly, I tell her the truth. Or as much truth as I can tell her without my noise suddenly growing ten feet longer "I'm good friends with an old girlfriend where we occasionally go to a movie but if I was going with her, I certainly wouldn't be here with you tonight." She smiles broadly as if she's a mouse that just found a stockpile of cheese and she suggests in a whispering voice that forces me to look at her mouth instead of her still exposed cleavage, "I'm currently staying in a motel until my new house is ready for me to move in. Let's go for a quick ride in my car, then we'll go to my motel room and fuck our brains out." I stand up quickly, almost turning the table over in my eagerness to get this beautiful woman out of the bar and back to her motel room. She pauses for a second to put out her cigarette and pick up her purse as she turns away from the table. I follow her, my arm around her slender waist, a big broad smile on my face and I conspiratorially wink at Brad as we walk out of the bar. I follow her over to her car, listening to her remote control clicker turn off her car alarm. As we approach the expensive sports car, she places her keys and purse on top of the car, then turns to face me, staring into my eyes, the parking lot light highlighting her golden hair. She is almost my height with her heels and we stare into each other's eyes, our bodies moving toward each other slowly as our heads tilt so that our lips can meet. For just a minute, time stops as the most wonderful pair of warm lips meet my lips. She is a kisser. Most women have a soft touch and just brush their lips against your lips, especially on the first kiss. She attacks my lips as if we are in bed naked, in the middle of a dual orgasm. That first real kiss curls my toes as my arms go around her waist and drop down to cup her nice firm ass cheeks as her equally nice and firm breasts flatten out against my chest. I find myself arching to dry hump her - on the first kiss. She is the one that stops the kiss. I'm still cupping her ass, my very erect cock is pressed firmly against her pelvic mound and we are staring into each other's eyes, seeing the mutual desire for each other's body. Then it happens. A angry-sounding car horn blares from somewhere near us. Turning my head to look for the source of the horn, I discover a very agitated Donna getting out of her car and walking toward us. Groaning slightly as if she knows that something is wrong, Marcy reaches into her purse and pulls out a cigarette, lighting it as Donna angrily walks toward us. I feel like shit, knowing that not only am I going to catch hell from Donna, but it probably screws my chances with Marcy tonight. "Food poison? FOOD POISON? YOU FUCKING ASS HOLE. Who's the slut? You stood me and my parents up for her after I spent all afternoon working on a hot stove to fix your favorite meal. You don't know what you missed out on tonight, you fucking ass hole." She yells, standing inches away from me as she yells at me. Marcy calmly blows a smoke ring then softly says, "I'm the new girl in town and I'm not a slut. It's my understanding that he isn't seeing anyone. After meeting you, he's partially right. You're certainly not anyone." I grab Donna's wrists as she screams at Marcy and tries to attack her. Marcy stands still, leaning against her car, smiling that mysterious smile of hers. As I hold a struggling Donna, I know that there's no way that I will get into the passenger side of that 3000 GT tonight. Not only will I have to fight off Donna's attack, but my few moments with Marcy has proved that she will probably kick my ass for lying to her if I try to accompany her now. "Please leave. I'll explain later." I suggest to Marcy. "Explain WHAT? And why to her? I'm the one that you owe an explanation to. We're almost engaged and you're sneaking off with this hussy." Donna screams at me before turning her head to scream at Marcy "I don't know or care who the f