THE SPORT FUCK CHAMPION AND THE VIRGIN
We have all heard the phrase . . . SHIT HAPPENS! IT DOES! This morning, Holly, who has been with, more men, since I met her, just a few months ago, than I have in her whole life. This recent, trip, down, cement, pavement, way, carrying laundry, and hitting her head, giving her a concussion, really, seems to have sobered her up. The reality of her lifestyle of the last, year, after her husband, told her, she was, ugly, fat, which, she is neither, and boring, telling her to, go sleep with whomever, she wanted, proceeding to use, her sext pics, to him, against her in court, and getting custody, back, after basically, kidnapping, their three year old daughter, flipped, her into, a person, she didn't know, recognize, and out of hurt, she lashed out, going with every guy, she met, within reason, but coming to the realization, that can be risky and bad for her health, her emotional well being, and sanity! That doesn't, change the fun, girl, one bit, she is still, her, and God's got her back! I dig the hell out of her!
ROCKFORD, ILLINOIS . . . 1960'S
That is where, my second husband, Jerry, grew up, going from, being a pore, white boy, from, a split family, to his very beautiful mother, marrying her boss, who owned, like, 5 department stores, the size and value of, a Neiman Marcus Department Store. At the time, Rockford, was the most expensive, area, or with the richest community, in the United States. So, from rags to riches, but, he also, moved to a place, where, gangs ruled, he and his gang, roamed the streets, with sawed off shotguns, maybe, to protect themselves, against the Italian Knights. So, one day, he and his gang, ran into the town, pass, around, the sport fuck, champion, and easy chick, who would do anyone. One of the six, boys, was a virgin, they were all going to take turns, while the others, watched, guarding the matted place in the bushes, so the cops didn't find them.
Out of the consideration for the virgin, who, they felt, needed to be broken in, they all decided that he should be first. He really didn't want to do this to the girl, felt, sorry for her, but, as peer pressure would have it, he succumbed to the friends, and he took, his turn, first in the bushes, so not to be seen, as a loser, joker, or gay. To the shock and horror of the other 5 friends, after, some time, in the bushes, their, former, friend the virgin, emerged from the bushes, with a knife held to the girl's throat, he told her, and his friends, if she ever allowed, them to do this to her again, he was going to kill her, and them too!!!!!!!!! That boy, took her as, his girlfriend, and later married, her. Last time, Jerry was in Rockford, and we talked, he said, the two were still happily married, after, at that time, was, going on 50 years!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! When, we, see love stories on TV, or in the movies, we don't traditionally, think, of, this type of situation, but, love is love, and it worked.
Dude, knew he loved her, the first time he was with her . . . he protected her, from that second on!
WITCHY WOMAN . . . SPOOKY LITTLE GIRL LIKE YOU!
Creativity, in Valentine Gifts!
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THE COOLEST VALENTINE'S DAY GIFT EVER!!!!!!!!!! Now, in my life, I have been, almost the opposite of Holly, this last year . . . even this morning when, I was telling her about all the hot guys, at the pool side, LA FITNESS, early spring break . . . she said, still, dizzy from her, head, injury, and dealing with some issues, from, her last conquest, turned, bad boy on steroids, they are just bad, again, informing me that, she was swearing off, men, and that she really, felt, that her falling was, God, kicking her ass, and giving her a sign, that she is going down, the wrong and very dangerous, road--and she was! But, there have been a few times in my life, like every 5 years, since being divorced, I think, I need to find someone to get old with . . . then, I don't feel, old, and ditch, hubby, who, then, wants to kill me, or, in that pursuit, I seem, while not committed, to anyone, tend to get more than, one guy . . . and as, life, living, and male/female relations, are, now days, once the saddle is broken, in, it is easier to ride, after that right? LOL.
When, I am having sex, I can't imagine, not having it, and when, I am not, and I have gone, long periods of time, married to the law, and the thought of someone's body part, stuck in mine, I just can't, even imagine! LOL. I tend to extremes, in this area of my life, so depending on, where you meet me, at, you will, get, whatever is going on, in my psyche at that given time. Holly, said, she needs to be more like me, not doing jack shit with anyone, but, seeing a hella lot of guys, I would like to do, stuff with!!!!!!!!! I told her this morning, I just look, enjoy, men's bodies, the way they move, love to figure out what they are thinking, and have grown, to appreciate men, and the way they are more with age and seasoning! As, I have, been, objectified, and treated like shit, by, all my ex's, not all from, Texas, but the worst is . . . the one, who said to me, as if, punishing me for every man I had abused over the years--you have abused men for years, like, it is time to pay . . . SPOOKS REVENGE for all men? LOL. But, lately, I thought, perhaps, the reason, they were so brutal, was, because, I objectified, them, emotionally, like, hey, thanks for the ride, see you later, alligator!
DIG, INTUITIVE MEN, WHO READ YOU WELL!
Ego didn't let them like, that too much, thus the double trouble, powerful men, who could, make it hurt . . . you and I have big reputations! So, I was in one of those, don't care, dating two dudes, and you just have to deal with it, moods, for about, 18 months, almost got, one killed, tires, slashed, and when, he got a call from, the other dude, who asked new guy, old high school, chum, if he loved me, and when, he said, I guess so, the other said, enough to die for her? Now that puts dating at a real different level!!!!!!! This was where this, amazing Valentine came into the picture, so, fucking cool, not just because it was Valentine's Day, he had it delivered to the law school, so double, surprise, but, because, it was so personalized, so me, and so, our relationship, and his, true feelings about, being with, a spooky little girl like me, with cosmic powers, way back . . .
Call it faith, providence, but, me and God, got it going on, way back, when, I am sure, if there was a vote, nobody would believe me, but almost to the point of believing, that, I could control the weather! Seriously, on day, before my second year in law school, I wanted to read my, of course, CON LAW OR CONSTITUTIONAL LAW, somewhere, beautiful, started the day, deciding I would go as far as I could, on whatever money, before, many ATM machines, were out, rural, going, half way, then, turning around, and coming back . . . I ended up, finding, $20 in this pocket, and $10 in my sweater, until, I made it all the way to Bryce Canyon National Park! I was August and hot as shit, I sat on the edge of the Canyon with a purple, cloud cover over me, while I had to read, about, 45 pages of con law . . . I asked God, to keep me covered, until I was done . . . the cloud and God, did exactly that, the second I was done, the clouds disappeared or moved, and it was hotter than, a cat on a hot tin roof!!!!!!!!!!
ARE YOU A WITCH? SHOCKED? WELL, I DID, CAST A SPELL, THE OTHER NIGHT, AND STOPPED A, FOSTER SON, OF JERRY'S FROM, SEXUALLY, HARASSING, MY DAUGHTER? HE LEFT THE NEXT DAY, WITHOUT SAYING A WORD? POSSIBLY. THE ORNATE, GOLD WITCH'S KEY . . . FOUND, RIGHT AT THAT SECOND, AT THE BOTTOM OF, BART'S BED, WE WERE IN??????? WHAT THE FUCK? THE CONTEXTUAL BACKGROUND, FOR THE UNIQUE GIFT! LOVE.
So, it is Valentine's Day, again, shit, now, this non-shopper, has to break down, and get a gift, for two guys . . . I got both of them, the same gift, easy, quick, and who would guess? JERRY DID! What did you get Bart? Honesty is always the best policy, the same thing. I THOUGHT SO!!!!!!!!!! Sorry, I am not Rachel, and I fucking hate, unlike most women, to SHOP! Frank was right, I had, objectified and abused men, my whole life, but big deal. Right? However, it has come back to bit me in the bad ass, too! But, just because on partner in the romance, was an ass, didn't mean that both, were or had to be. After about, whatever, and however many, classes, I had that day, in law school, not too conducive to love, or even thinking about, someone in that way, hard core, and not for wimps, for sure! I come dragging ass, back to my carrel, a small, assigned, desk with a shelf for books, not big, but sufficient. All my law school buddies, couldn't wait to see my reaction, to what, they may have been seeing on my desk for hours! LOOK! LOOK! LOOK!
LARGE ENOUGH, I COULD SEE, BIRDS OF PARADISE, SNAKE GRASS, AND, ORCHIDS, LARGE, SMALL, AND WITH VIBRANT COLOR!
What in the world???????? I could see, that there were, what appeared to be, a strange, collection of flowers, arranged, in a display, so, large, that, it stood, a foot taller, than the book case, above the desk! In the, by far, classiest, black, glass, vase, at least a foot tall itself, with, lush, green moss, hanging, creepy, and bizarrely, out of the black vase, to add, to the WITCHY, bouquet of flowers, of orange, green, white, purple, flowers, I had never seen before, in my life, crazy cool, huge ass flowers, jetting up to the ceiling it seemed, a fabulous, display of glory and color of nature's best and most, haunting, in, the way, the arrangement was, made . . . don't know who the flower shop was, but, they did a bang up job! I guess, Bart wanted something, to fit me, something, that would, only, apply to me, so, say, calculating, and precise, like a CPA, or certified Public Accountant, my specify, but, I guess, the florist, asked Bart, to tell her about me, so she could, make, an arrangement, that fit . . . I don't know, that I have heard that before, but knowing Bart, it was top of the line, florist!
Bart must have told the florist about, the spell, the storm, the key, and me, and if memory serves, he signed it, to my witchy, girlfriend, or something, that, was almost more like Halloween, than, Valentine's Day, and he certainly, didn't, pick, your normal, run of the mill, red roses! LOL. The law school, was bewitched, and dazzled by the arrangement, I felt, pampered, and loved, but, respected, for the unique person, I still see myself as! He was not so lucky, but, hey, he made bank, and I was a broke law student, who hated to shop! He didn't seem to mind, took me to, a women's soccer, game, that, day, as I recall, so cool, and the women, looked like they were, running in fast motion, never seen, that kind of soccer, before, nor that kind of VALENTINE'S DAY PRESENT!
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