**Thank you Dollar Diva and El/Ellie! Sorry it's taken so long. I just
haven't had the motivation to write anymore. Comments and suggestions are
always welcome. I almost always listen to suggestions unless I have
something else in mind, even then I reconsider. So, now you know what to
do.**
I walk over to the food area where Misty is dining with her male companion. Ok, who am I kidding? Misty and that dumb guy are eating stale tasteless food. There. Now it's realistic. I don't walk over to her. I just lean on the pole and wait for her to notice me and come over to me. Now I'm calling the shots.
I watch her as she eats, drinks, smiles and laughs. She used to do that to me. We weren't all fights and police arrests. We actually had something good. Something so good it would have made Walt Disney himself gag.
**Flashback**
"Oh, Misty darling, you must taste a small taste of this here cherry." I say in a phony British accent. Misty giggles and eats the cherry out of my hands.
"Oh, dear John, I thank you ever so much for being so kind to me in my time of need!" She replies just as fake. I was going to retort when we just looked at each other and lost it. We doubled over laughing and a few times I almost fell off the couch.
Sometimes we got like this, ya know? We just got really goofy and acted like idiots. It just seemed natural. We didn't make fun of each other and we didn't feel stupid, although we should have.
"Now, John, you took care of one of my needs and I thank you eternally for that." She says in her fake British accent.
"No thank you needed. I did it entirely from the heart." I reply as best as I can. Honestly my accents suck but she puts up with them.
"Now I need you to fill one more need, if you don't mind."
"What would that be my love?" I ask innocently. She jumps on my lap and pulls off my shirt. She kisses me rough and gives me an extremely slutty look.
"I need to get laid." She says in a whoreish tone. Hey, who am I to interject now?
**End flashback**
"Back for more?" Misty asks and shakes me right out of my flashback.
"What?" I ask. She puts her hands on her hips and smiles cockily at me.
"Back for more? I didn't ask you to come.
"You don't have to tell me to. I do what I want."
"Ah, but it wasn't always so."
"Misty, I came here to talk. I want to sit somewhere, maybe here, I don't know, and I want to talk." I say. I glance at the table. The guy is gone.
"I suppose you could get me a juice or something and we could sit and talk about whatever is troubling you."
"I would like to."
"I'd like an apple juice. I'll be sitting where I was while I was eating." She says and saunters off. Of course she shakes her ass more than she needs to. For a second I'm memorized. Then I shake my head and go to get her the juice she wants.
I walk over to the food area where Misty is dining with her male companion. Ok, who am I kidding? Misty and that dumb guy are eating stale tasteless food. There. Now it's realistic. I don't walk over to her. I just lean on the pole and wait for her to notice me and come over to me. Now I'm calling the shots.
I watch her as she eats, drinks, smiles and laughs. She used to do that to me. We weren't all fights and police arrests. We actually had something good. Something so good it would have made Walt Disney himself gag.
**Flashback**
"Oh, Misty darling, you must taste a small taste of this here cherry." I say in a phony British accent. Misty giggles and eats the cherry out of my hands.
"Oh, dear John, I thank you ever so much for being so kind to me in my time of need!" She replies just as fake. I was going to retort when we just looked at each other and lost it. We doubled over laughing and a few times I almost fell off the couch.
Sometimes we got like this, ya know? We just got really goofy and acted like idiots. It just seemed natural. We didn't make fun of each other and we didn't feel stupid, although we should have.
"Now, John, you took care of one of my needs and I thank you eternally for that." She says in her fake British accent.
"No thank you needed. I did it entirely from the heart." I reply as best as I can. Honestly my accents suck but she puts up with them.
"Now I need you to fill one more need, if you don't mind."
"What would that be my love?" I ask innocently. She jumps on my lap and pulls off my shirt. She kisses me rough and gives me an extremely slutty look.
"I need to get laid." She says in a whoreish tone. Hey, who am I to interject now?
**End flashback**
"Back for more?" Misty asks and shakes me right out of my flashback.
"What?" I ask. She puts her hands on her hips and smiles cockily at me.
"Back for more? I didn't ask you to come.
"You don't have to tell me to. I do what I want."
"Ah, but it wasn't always so."
"Misty, I came here to talk. I want to sit somewhere, maybe here, I don't know, and I want to talk." I say. I glance at the table. The guy is gone.
"I suppose you could get me a juice or something and we could sit and talk about whatever is troubling you."
"I would like to."
"I'd like an apple juice. I'll be sitting where I was while I was eating." She says and saunters off. Of course she shakes her ass more than she needs to. For a second I'm memorized. Then I shake my head and go to get her the juice she wants.
