CHAPTER 8
(QUAGMIRE'S P.O.V)
"One point for the manwhore, and zero for the rejected dog," I spoke up gloating in Brian's face, as I strolled across the room to catch up to Chloe, who headed to the kitchen. As I power walked past the stereo, and was about to quickly pass the Griffin's closet, which was ajar. I suddenly felt hands grab me by the tie and pull me into the closet. I suddenly was assaulted with hot wet kisses trailing down my neck and face, as I used my left hand to frantically search for a lightswitch.
While using my right hand to push away my unknown sexual assailant, my mind was racing, as i wondered who this person could be, and how this moment could potentially damage my chances with Chloe. Which led me to the conclusion that this had to be an old fling. Who else could this be?. I finally got my answer, when my pinky finger grazed the lightswitch, and flipped it upward. The tugging of my shirt and jacket stopped, as the closet became silent. "Monica?," (Season 17 episode 17) I responded in shock, she grinned mischievously at me.
"Surprise," she said and began touching me again. "Monica what do you think you are doing?," I gently pushed her hands away, quickly snapping out of my shock. "Quag- Quagmire…" Monica stuttered, her hands dropping to her side, surprised at my reaction. "Aren't you married now?,"I questioned remembering that this dinner party was mostly married couples. "What do you care?," Monica raised an eyebrow hands on hips. "You're the last person I thought would be the moral police." "I get it that you would think that given our history," I responded while straightening my tie, and fixing my jacket.
"However Monica I've changed and I would appreciate it that the next time you see me, that you don't grope and kiss me like that."
"Changed?! I highly doubt-." Monica began arguing, but she was swiftly cut off by me quietly closing the closet door on her. Enough was enough. I wasn't about to argue with an old fling about what I have now become. Monica was the past, so quite frankly we didn't have anything to discuss about.. However our little interaction made me realize something: Considering my pasts a lot of my old flings, my family, not to mention my close friends will always have a hard time believing that I've changed. I sighed, rolling my shoulders. It's like my therapist said:
Be honest, Be genuine, that's all you can do…