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hugging me I feel her tits through her shirt. I whisper in her ear, “Let’s get your bags and go straight to your house and fuck.”
She says, “I can’t believe we’re engaged. Can you?”
I don’t know if I had convinced myself that it was all a bad dream or if I had forced the memory of three nights ago so far down that I couldn’t remember it, but we’re engaged. Casey thinks we’re engaged and she told her parents that we’re engaged and now I’m giving her flowers in an airport. We’re fucking engaged.
She says, “When I told my mom she started crying.”
I can’t say anything. I let go of her and start walking over to the baggage carousel. She follows me, still talking.
“My dad was like, ‘Well, I guess we can expect another grandchild pretty soon.’”
I look around the baggage claim, kind of frantic. I need to find something that makes me think I shouldn’t run out and throw myself in front of the first SuperShuttle I see. I see a semi-hot bitch with a great ass and a pretty good cocksucking mouth. I tell myself that I may have a very slim chance of ever fucking a girl like that, but if I’m dead I’ll have no chance. I keep walking toward the baggage carousel.
Casey keeps talking.
“At first I thought my dad was nuts, but I guess he’s kind of right, you know? I mean, after you get married, it’s like kids usually come pretty soon after. Do you want to have a boy or a girl first?”
I can feel the cold sweat dripping down the middle of my back into my ass crack. I wonder if Casey stopped taking the pill after the conversation with her dad. Maybe I should insist that we start using rubbers. Maybe I should only let her suck my dick. Casey keeps talking.
The first few bags come out of the baggage chute. They hit the carousel and start their crawl around it. The bitch who saved me from committing suicide comes over and stands right next to me. I stare at her ass. Casey keeps talking.
“You know, I think we should move in together before we get married. Maybe we could get a little dog, too. I don’t know, though. The cats might not like having a dog. I guess the dog could be a strictly outside dog if we could get a place with a yard—somewhere in the Valley.” I fucking despise the Valley.
As I’m staring at this girl’s ass I notice she’s trying to get a bag that slid past her and is now right in front of me. I reach down and get it. She brushes my arm with her hand as I lift it off the carousel.
She looks up at me and smiles. She says, “Thanks,” pops out the little handle, and shakes her ass out the door toward the waiting taxis. Casey keeps talking.
The rest of what she says is inaudible to me. Whatever she says becomes a high-pitched ringing in my ears. I grab her bag when I see it and we leave.
That night she says she loves me a few dozen times, she coaxes me into taking a bubble bath with her, she wears some lingerie she hasn’t worn since Valentine’s Day when I bought it for her, she snuggles up next to me, we don’t fuck, and I fall asleep wondering if our daughters would be cursed with Casey’s fat ass.
chapter seventeen
Chance Encounter
Casey and I have been engaged for a few weeks now. I haven’t told any of my friends or family members. Casey has told all of hers multiple times. I’m listening to one of them congratulate Casey in the food court of the Beverly Center.
Her friend says, “Oh, I’m so happy for you guys.”
Casey says, “Thanks. We’re really excited. We’re thinking about getting a place together.”
Her friend says, “Oh my god, that is so fun. When Ronny and I got our place it was like the best day of my life, except for the wedding, of course.” Then she pukes out a laugh.
Casey says, “Yeah. I can’t wait.”
Her friend says, “When’s the big date?”
Casey says, “We really haven’t picked one out yet. Probably sometime in the summer.”
Her friend says, “You still have my address and everything to send an
She says, “I can’t believe we’re engaged. Can you?”
I don’t know if I had convinced myself that it was all a bad dream or if I had forced the memory of three nights ago so far down that I couldn’t remember it, but we’re engaged. Casey thinks we’re engaged and she told her parents that we’re engaged and now I’m giving her flowers in an airport. We’re fucking engaged.
She says, “When I told my mom she started crying.”
I can’t say anything. I let go of her and start walking over to the baggage carousel. She follows me, still talking.
“My dad was like, ‘Well, I guess we can expect another grandchild pretty soon.’”
I look around the baggage claim, kind of frantic. I need to find something that makes me think I shouldn’t run out and throw myself in front of the first SuperShuttle I see. I see a semi-hot bitch with a great ass and a pretty good cocksucking mouth. I tell myself that I may have a very slim chance of ever fucking a girl like that, but if I’m dead I’ll have no chance. I keep walking toward the baggage carousel.
Casey keeps talking.
“At first I thought my dad was nuts, but I guess he’s kind of right, you know? I mean, after you get married, it’s like kids usually come pretty soon after. Do you want to have a boy or a girl first?”
I can feel the cold sweat dripping down the middle of my back into my ass crack. I wonder if Casey stopped taking the pill after the conversation with her dad. Maybe I should insist that we start using rubbers. Maybe I should only let her suck my dick. Casey keeps talking.
The first few bags come out of the baggage chute. They hit the carousel and start their crawl around it. The bitch who saved me from committing suicide comes over and stands right next to me. I stare at her ass. Casey keeps talking.
“You know, I think we should move in together before we get married. Maybe we could get a little dog, too. I don’t know, though. The cats might not like having a dog. I guess the dog could be a strictly outside dog if we could get a place with a yard—somewhere in the Valley.” I fucking despise the Valley.
As I’m staring at this girl’s ass I notice she’s trying to get a bag that slid past her and is now right in front of me. I reach down and get it. She brushes my arm with her hand as I lift it off the carousel.
She looks up at me and smiles. She says, “Thanks,” pops out the little handle, and shakes her ass out the door toward the waiting taxis. Casey keeps talking.
The rest of what she says is inaudible to me. Whatever she says becomes a high-pitched ringing in my ears. I grab her bag when I see it and we leave.
That night she says she loves me a few dozen times, she coaxes me into taking a bubble bath with her, she wears some lingerie she hasn’t worn since Valentine’s Day when I bought it for her, she snuggles up next to me, we don’t fuck, and I fall asleep wondering if our daughters would be cursed with Casey’s fat ass.
chapter seventeen
Chance Encounter
Casey and I have been engaged for a few weeks now. I haven’t told any of my friends or family members. Casey has told all of hers multiple times. I’m listening to one of them congratulate Casey in the food court of the Beverly Center.
Her friend says, “Oh, I’m so happy for you guys.”
Casey says, “Thanks. We’re really excited. We’re thinking about getting a place together.”
Her friend says, “Oh my god, that is so fun. When Ronny and I got our place it was like the best day of my life, except for the wedding, of course.” Then she pukes out a laugh.
Casey says, “Yeah. I can’t wait.”
Her friend says, “When’s the big date?”
Casey says, “We really haven’t picked one out yet. Probably sometime in the summer.”
Her friend says, “You still have my address and everything to send an
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