People/Issues
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| People | |
|---|---|
| Poker Game | |
| Issues | |
| Night of Sex | |
| Clowns | |
| Gambling | |
| Reconciliation | |
| Humiliation | |
| Chased | |
| Periods | |
| Hotel Room | |
“I can’t believe she’s leaving me, Pogo. Last weekend she wanted the knot but now she’s flying out stiff.” Job was a mess. He woke up this morning with an 8-ton hangover, a broken tool, and thong inscribed ‘eat me’ at the crotch. He didn’t know what the fuck happened last night, but his woman problems made all this insignificant.
“Did you try fucking her?” Pogo suggested. “The last time my bitch tried walking out I fucked her just enough to keep her wanting more; I’ve had the upper-hand since.” And he has. Pogo’s now fiancée, Annabelle, has a tight collar and a short leash. She prefers it this way. In her early years she was a rambunxious nympho with a magnet for low-class pimps and drug-lords. She’s currently on Methadone after a serious heroin addiction but has been clean from all other substance for over 14 months.
Annabelle is mad about Pogo and always has been. They met at an all-night Oracle party. It was Pogo’s first time, but Anna was a regular. She thought he looked cute during the meditation session where he innocently overplayed his naivety by insisting on doing it right. They’d been together since. That was 9 months ago.
Annabelle never had intentions of leaving Pogo, but there was a time she felt alone and neglected. Thinking a bold statement might improve the situation, she packed up a few things, told him to sod off, and walked out to the street. Pogo caught up only moments later and coaxed her to come back to the apartment. He’s since been more attentive to her needs, and she has remained loyal.
Pogo, Bono, and Job were sitting at the Free Loafing Bar. Bono hasn’t said much all night; instead he’s surveying the field for opportunity. He left his woman 3 months ago during poker night. It was a sudden act of severance, but not unsuspected. Bono was paranoid about relationships and couldn’t handle bad situations. Yessa suggested she was having too much fun during the week, and he had witnessed various men stopping by during the day for a couple hours at a time. He said he’d give him Bono a call at work when it happened again, but Bono had heard enough and cut things off that night. He didn’t tell her why, she didn’t ask. They’ve been married for 14 months, 14 days.
“I don’t know about that Pogo… she’s been pretty distant the last couple days… plus, I don’t know if my guy would work even if I wanted too to have sex. What the fuck did I do last night?”
“Heather” Bono coughs as the slaps his hand down on Job’s shoulder.
“Oh.” Job was dumbfounded. He doesn’t remember having sex. In fact all he does remember is running through the streets away from a pigmy horse with wings and a sassy attitude. It was only a dream though… and one of the better dreams Job has had in the recent months.
“I say you fuck her,” Bono repeated casually.
