"Some people are pragmatists, taking things as they come and making the best of the choices available. Some people are idealists, standing for principle and refusing to compromise. And some people just act on any whim that enters their heads.

I wonder which one YOU are.

I pragmatically turn my whims into principles!"
― Bill Watterson, It's a Magical World

"My pussy isn't whimsical..."

I was determined to keep my myself dick-deep and molested of all my financial resources fooling around with Michonne. I didn't care if her pussy wasn't whimsical, or whimsy, I was adamant that at the price I was paying, I should have more access, whenever I fancied shagging or using Michonne's word, Sexing. Eighteen hundred dollars entitled me to more than just once. She was short again on the rent, well, she didn't have it, and I didn't bother with the flat envelope on the kitchen counter. Because of this, I began to be a bit bolder. Before I knew it, I was falling in love.

"Help me out here, partner! I need to understand this fuzzy fucking math!"

"How was I to know that Lori would get involved?"

"She is the type to take charge. I wouldn't exactly describe Lori like the meek kind with their head in the sand. You've got the ballsy kind that speaks on behalf of the guy who lacks the balls to show her who's the fucking boss. You ain't got the kind that doesn't give a shit. You've got ballsy. The kind of woman that uses we are sick, we are happy, we are pregnant, and WE want OUR money back."

"Fuck." I was beginning to perspire. It was not only warm outside, but I was also roasting in my self appointed hot seat.

"You, my friend get to have sex with a woman that is not your fiancee on my damn dime! Congratulations!"

"How is it you're the victim?"

"I am Fucked. Not you, me."

"What in the hell do you mean?" I glanced around us as we were having this conversation out in the open in the parking lot outside the station.

"For the God damn life of me, I can't make shit sense of this fucking math, my friend. This is the kind of shit I had to pull out a piece of paper. This is what I do know, Amazing pussy in Apt 209, costs you $1800.00. You ask me to loan you $900.00 last month and again this month. I'm out $1800.00. Total. I get a call from Lori saying you took out $900.00 from your account last month and again this month to loan to me. You loaned me $1800.00. Total. Now, out of that very gracious heart you both share, Lori, says you both will accept nothing less than $300.00 dollars every two weeks to pay back what was loaned to me. I think if I was given $900.00 for the last month and the 900 for this month, I would say we are square. Now, if I loaned you $1800, and Lori wants me to pay back $1800.00 without a calculator, my total says I am being fucked out of $3600.00, and I ain't even the one fucking the Amazing pussy in the apartment above you!"

"I'm going to have to break it off." The words left me before I knew that I spoke them out loud.

"Please do! I don't know how much longer I can pretend to talk about payment arrangements with Lori. You need to break it off or stand your ground because there is free pussy around every corner and I do mean no money down and no monthly payments."

"I'm talking about breaking up with Lori and you want-."

"What?"

"You heard me." I felt relieved and ashamed at the same time. I had finally confessed something that took years in the making. Transition. It was pivotal until the heavy accusation from Shane.

"You're really trying to kill your Mama?"

A/N: I am still here! Still writing. Still proofreading and falling asleep doing so. Trust! I haven't given up!