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end he will probably just be like all the rest, moving on to fresh flesh and
leaving your heart dangling on tender hooks while your shattered mind leads you
into a damn nervous breakdown a hundred times worse than what you’ve just
experienced.
“You’re rooting for me to have another breakdown?”
“No, I’m rooting for you, while you’re still in this damn
hospital to have your head examined. I warned you against tossing your heart
into his ring.”
“I don’t think you’re being fair at my intentions,” Arnold
blurted out indignantly, smitten over being made to feel embarrassed.
Delores turned to face him squarely. “That’s just
everybody’s problem in this whole sordid mess.No one has a clue of what your
damn intentions are, do they? You act as though you and Marg getting married is
a mere formality, and you have your way with her whenever, wherever and however
the mood strikes, and you lie to the press and insist that you are going to get
married to her real soon, only we all know better. By your own admission you
have a fencepost the size of Alaska up your Grand Canyon backside. And once my
beautiful and talented sister Marg here helps get you elected as mayor, what
are you going to do then? Throw up your arms to the press and tell them that
marrying Marg was only a big joke and figment of her imagination? And Marg is
simply supposed to spend the next two months on the campaign trail making up
stupid stories about some imaginary wedding in some imaginary love affair, only
the love affair isn’t imaginary, is it? You’ve been leading her heart on
mercilessly, taking her out into super deep waters, and eventually, when you do
tell her to simply fuck off for good because you don’t need her anymore, what
then? You men make me puke.”
“It not like that. I made no promises.”
“Ah, so here we go now, clinging to the comical ‘no
promises made’ routine, laying the foundation for when you really are going to
let her down with a mighty thud, only you’re not gonna tell her to vamoose
until you get what you really want, which is the mayor’s chair.”
The words seemed to hang in the air like some rabid
condemnation of Arnold and his seemingly impure motives.
He began to get red faced.“We’ve been dating, and we’ve
been lovers. Who knows where it all might end up?”
“And I suppose you never told any of this to Marg while you
were humping her over any piece of damn furniture you could find in between her
putting in eighteen hour volunteer days, seven days a week so that her man
could get his dream job.”
“Marriage. That’s all you women think about.”
“No,” Marg suddenly interjected. “That’s not all we think
about. We also think about a guy leading us on and using us to achieve his
goals. But the question you’re avoiding is a simple one. After you become
mayor, what happens to me?”
“I don’t have a crystal ball.”
“Cute. And I suppose that when I walk in on some future
secretary sucking your horny cock that has my fresh lipstick stains on it, that
you’ll tell me a crystal ball told you to do it.”
“You’re blaming me for something I haven’t even done yet?”
Delores suddenly stepped toe to toe and nose to nose with
him. “I’ve begged my silly sister here not to just throw herself at every dream
guy that passes, because chances are he’s some emotional vampire in disguise,
sucking away her heart’s lifeblood until she’ll end up being nothing but some empty
shattered shell.I wish she had the backbone to make you put up or shut up.”
“What does that mean?”
“For a guy that seems to know all there is to know about
becoming mayor, you seem not to know anything at all about anything else. It
simply means to let her know where she stands. Are you in a long term relationship
with her or are you just having fun, and getting your thrills? And if you are
just getting your thrills, then you need to admit that and get them
end he will probably just be like all the rest, moving on to fresh flesh and
leaving your heart dangling on tender hooks while your shattered mind leads you
into a damn nervous breakdown a hundred times worse than what you’ve just
experienced.
“You’re rooting for me to have another breakdown?”
“No, I’m rooting for you, while you’re still in this damn
hospital to have your head examined. I warned you against tossing your heart
into his ring.”
“I don’t think you’re being fair at my intentions,” Arnold
blurted out indignantly, smitten over being made to feel embarrassed.
Delores turned to face him squarely. “That’s just
everybody’s problem in this whole sordid mess.No one has a clue of what your
damn intentions are, do they? You act as though you and Marg getting married is
a mere formality, and you have your way with her whenever, wherever and however
the mood strikes, and you lie to the press and insist that you are going to get
married to her real soon, only we all know better. By your own admission you
have a fencepost the size of Alaska up your Grand Canyon backside. And once my
beautiful and talented sister Marg here helps get you elected as mayor, what
are you going to do then? Throw up your arms to the press and tell them that
marrying Marg was only a big joke and figment of her imagination? And Marg is
simply supposed to spend the next two months on the campaign trail making up
stupid stories about some imaginary wedding in some imaginary love affair, only
the love affair isn’t imaginary, is it? You’ve been leading her heart on
mercilessly, taking her out into super deep waters, and eventually, when you do
tell her to simply fuck off for good because you don’t need her anymore, what
then? You men make me puke.”
“It not like that. I made no promises.”
“Ah, so here we go now, clinging to the comical ‘no
promises made’ routine, laying the foundation for when you really are going to
let her down with a mighty thud, only you’re not gonna tell her to vamoose
until you get what you really want, which is the mayor’s chair.”
The words seemed to hang in the air like some rabid
condemnation of Arnold and his seemingly impure motives.
He began to get red faced.“We’ve been dating, and we’ve
been lovers. Who knows where it all might end up?”
“And I suppose you never told any of this to Marg while you
were humping her over any piece of damn furniture you could find in between her
putting in eighteen hour volunteer days, seven days a week so that her man
could get his dream job.”
“Marriage. That’s all you women think about.”
“No,” Marg suddenly interjected. “That’s not all we think
about. We also think about a guy leading us on and using us to achieve his
goals. But the question you’re avoiding is a simple one. After you become
mayor, what happens to me?”
“I don’t have a crystal ball.”
“Cute. And I suppose that when I walk in on some future
secretary sucking your horny cock that has my fresh lipstick stains on it, that
you’ll tell me a crystal ball told you to do it.”
“You’re blaming me for something I haven’t even done yet?”
Delores suddenly stepped toe to toe and nose to nose with
him. “I’ve begged my silly sister here not to just throw herself at every dream
guy that passes, because chances are he’s some emotional vampire in disguise,
sucking away her heart’s lifeblood until she’ll end up being nothing but some empty
shattered shell.I wish she had the backbone to make you put up or shut up.”
“What does that mean?”
“For a guy that seems to know all there is to know about
becoming mayor, you seem not to know anything at all about anything else. It
simply means to let her know where she stands. Are you in a long term relationship
with her or are you just having fun, and getting your thrills? And if you are
just getting your thrills, then you need to admit that and get them
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