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(If you didn't like "Realizations," maybe this will be more to your
liking.)
Dungeons Are Always Dark!
by: Ann O'Nonymous
Rick woke from an unsatisfying sleep, dripping wet from a cold sweat!
Last night, he experienced a very vivid reliving of the last three days,
a veritable nightmare. How could he, would he, say and do those things?
He looked down at his legs, covered with nylon stockings. There he was,
in bed, still wearing a padded bra, panties, garter belt and stockings --
he was so tired he didn't take them off last night.
"Well, guess I better get up!" Rick rolled around to the side of the bed,
stood and removed the offensive garments. After putting on his boxer
shorts, he grabbed his leather slippers from under the bed, sat to put
them on, got up and put a robe on. Going to his smallish kitchen, he
started the coffeemaker and put the sausage, chopped onions, and eggs on
to cook, bagels in a toaster oven. After pouring a glass of OJ, he
started to think about his dream: "God, it was so real! But, where did
that guy come from? There wasn't any other males around, were there?"
(Could he be a product my homophobia, and moreover, do I have homophobia?
Am I afraid this episode will make me a queer?) "I had better a have
breakfast," Rick said, scrambling his eggs and turning the sausage. He
put his scrambled sausage-an-eggs on a plate spooning the onions on top,
got the bagels buttered placing them beside the plate. After getting his
coffee, he sat down to eat and think.
(why)
Brrrg, brrrg.
The phone interrupted his thoughts, "Hello, Rick Walker speaking."
"Rick, please, please don't hang up! It's Janice. I've GOT to talk to
you! It's urgent!"
"Well, you're talking to me now. What the fuck do YOU want," he said,
more than slightly irritated at hearing her voice.
"Could you meet us at the campus coffee shop at ten, today, please!"
"Yeah, I guess. Sure, I'll see you there around noon! I've something else
to do this morning." Rick hung up the phone, and went to shower and put
on some more appropriate clothing.
The rest of the morning he was busy with clearing up and clearing out. A
short stop at the Administrative office and he was finished in more ways
than one.
Rick arrived at Koffee Galore a little before noon, entered and looked
around. He could see several customers having snacks or noontime coffee
and donuts. In a booth, he spotted her and her cronies. Disgusting events
of the past weekend came back to haunt him! Events that would soon be
distant, very bad and very far away, memories.
He wanted to forget, oh how he wanted! How she and her friends treated
him. How they dressed him as a little girl, made him prance and lisp, and
carry a doll! That night when they put him in diapers and handcuffed him
to the bed! The morning when they took those Polaroids of him servicing
one of their boyfriends! (Did he only imagine that or did it really
happen.) The beauty salon, where he, the pansy, was shown off to the
staff and other customers as a sissy getting a 'beauty' treatment, the
fashion show at that ladies' clothing store -- the back-room lingerie
display for all to see. The absolute embarrassment at being measured for
a corset, while all those girls watched. When they dragged (ha, the word
really fits!) him to the campus hangout for everybody's amusement! Those
all-too-many humiliating, degrading pictures they took plus the fear of
those photos being displayed to everyone on campus via the computer LAN.
The threat of total destruction -- he would be thrown off campus and more
than likely arrested on morals charges, which they would probably trump
up! Threats of beatings, or worse, by the football jocks.
(Why?)
He walked over to the booth they were occupying, and sat, saying, "hello,
Janice," in the coldest manner he could muster, ignoring the rest seated
there.
"Hi, Rick," she said. "Hey, look I'm sorry..."
"Bitch, just stuff it, please don't give me that fucking 'Oh I'm sooo
sorry' crap!" Rick replied, intentionally rudely interrupting her.
"Rick, please, I'm trying to...."
"Look, Mistress Janice," he said bitterly, "that IS what you told me to
call you, isn't it!"
"We are getting nowhere. Look, I've got all...."
Just then the waitress interrupted, asking, "Would you like me to get a
cup of coffee for you!"
"Yeah."
When the waitress left, she picked up where she left off, "I've got all
the pictures, videos and stuff here in this bag," picking up and handing
him a large shopping bag! He looked in the bag and saw that it did,
indeed, contain what "appeared to be" what she had stated. He had already
made up his mind! From his too recent experiences, he knew she was NOT to
be trusted.
While he examined the contents of the bag, the waitress returned with a
hot cup of coffee, which she set before Rick saying rather snidely,
"Here's your coffee. Sir," discretely leaving to seat a couple that had
just entered.
"Look, Rick, you're a nice guy, and...."
"So? It's the fucking nice guy that always seems to finish, always. Shit!
You look and listen, miss rich bitch and fellow(?) dykes," Rick said,
continuing his verbal tirade, "your fathers sit on Boards of this, Boards
of that. My father works with boards - he's a carpenter. So, I guess your
money just gives you the privilege of pushing around all those you
consider beneath you - those people who work for a measly paycheck. That
goes for the rest of you bimbos, too. He roughly shoved the bag back to
her. "What you did, ruined me. You cannot redeem my reputation on campus
-- I'm a laughing-stock! Well, I don't care what the hell you and these
other fucking bitches do..."
"Please, Rick, I'm trying to..."
"Oh, hell, will you shut the fuck up!" (In the coffee shop, a few of the
other patrons were starting to take notice of the loud altercation.) "As
I said, I don't give a rat's ass what you do! I've submitted my
resignation to the school. As for my Master's thesis, two years of
research, I tore it up and threw it away. No use in even trying now, once
my professors get a hold of those photos. Oh, my apartment? I've moved
out! So, you can show those pictures all over, if you want! I won't be
around here so it won't bother me!"
"Rick, please reconsider....."
"NO FUCKING WAY! I got everything I own outright in my car, cleaned out
my small bank account. When I'm done here, I'm heading for a place that's
as far away from you and your fucking butch friends as I can get," Rick
said very vehemently.
Rick got up, took a sip of the hot coffee, looked down at her, and said,
"Well, this is good bye, and as far as I'm concerned, good riddance,
Mistress Bitch." He looked at the front of her blouse and the hot cup of
coffee. "No, I'm not sinking to her level," he thought.
"Just one thing, Janice, WHY?"
Placing the half-full coffee cup on the table, Rick left, and soon was
driving away to a new life. "Wonder how much they pay burger flippers at
Mickey D's?"
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