"I… I know you been' sleepin' around with Slim!"
George was stunned.
He turned to look at the rageful man-child.
"I... no I haven't!" he exclaimed.
Lennie's face grimaced at the response - he seemed even angrier, gripping his large hands tighter than before.
"Yes... yes you have been! George how could'ya lie to me? How could'ya do this? I thought... y'know what, nevermind!" Lennie yelled, his young eyes filling with tears. He turned and ran, before George could stop him.
George buried his face in his hands. He felt so defeated - his eyes sore and puffy, his weak body felt like giving in. He felt like he had lost it all - he felt empty.
"Screw it...", George sighed with defeat. He grabbed a jug of brandy from under his bed and chugged straight from its neck, like a vampire.
Just as he began to gulp, a figure appeared in the doorway.
"George?" a voice called out.
It was Curly - a man who George despised. He had no energy for his antics today.
"Listen, I don't have time for you... so before y'all try to cause trouble, save it. I'm in no mood." he returned to his alcohol.
"Jeez, you're perky today ain't ya? I was comin' to ask why Lennie seems so upset. He came flyin' into me an' Slim."
George twitched at the sound of his name.
"Y'all havin' a lovers spat or somethin'?"
George snapped.
"Seriously Curly, are you fuckin' kiddin' me? Get the hell outta here if you got nothin' but trouble! Or you'll regret it..."
Curly backed away a little. George hesitated and came forward and clenched his tired hands.
In a moment of madness, he lunged towards Curly, and kissed him intensly. Curly pushed George away, and glared for a moment, before pulling him towards him aggressively, kissing him furiously. No words exchanged - just slimy tongues and tender lips.
Curly pushed George onto the bed, tearing his clothes off like a Christmas present; George doing the same. Curly pushed his warm tongue onto George's sweaty body, dragging it along and down his stomach. George shuddered in pleasure, leaning his head back.
Curly's tongue stopped at George's penis, which was hard and pulsing already.
Where is Curly's wife?