against his hand, checking the weight of it, flipping it from front to back a few times.
What the hell, man. Put that book down before I tackle you.
He started to flutter the pages between his fingers but hadn’t opened it yet.
Shit!
How would I explain a book of poetry to a horn ball that only wanted to stick his dick in every available hole? I sat watching and waiting.
Unimpressed with the worn book, he set it back down. You get to live another day, I thought.
“Now I know why you have the nickname ALF, you annoying little fuck!” I blindly swung a lazy fist into Luke’s gut. A pounding behind my eyes joined the raging pain.
“Watch the beer, if I spill it I’ll be committing abuse,” Luke whined. After taking a long pull he let out a sigh of contentment. “Ahhhhh. That’s some good shit right there,” he said holding out his bottle in appreciation.
I couldn’t keep my thoughts away from her.
“Do you have a death wish? You can’t date Faith, George would kick your ass,” I said making a weak attempt to shake my head. I felt like a bobble head from the spinning.
“What is she a nurse?” My naughty nurse.
“Do you not pay attention to the ladies when you go to the hospital?” Luke asked. “I’m starting to think we need to revoke your nickname. She’s an X-ray tech, dude. A very fine one I may add. I love to see her bend over when she’s reaching for one of those cassettes they use. I imagine myself standing behind her when she does it.” Luke had his eyes closed as he spoke, thrusting his hips. “I wish she’d take me into that room she likes to go hide in and turn my knobs. Mmmmm,” a dirty smile plastered across his face.
Through gritted teeth I said, “Hey, Alf, not all women are sex objects. Do you need to be talking about her like that? You’re really starting to piss me off.” My fists were clenched on my lap as I tried to hold back the anger that was growing. “And if she has half a brain she’ll know to stay away from you.”
If Luke wasn’t all worked up about her I was going to ask him more, but obviously the man had problems focusing on things other than what was in his pants.
I remembered she finished X-ray school before she left.
“What? What did I say?” Luke asked.
Thinking about her was giving me a woody. “Never mind. I’m gonna go take a shower. Save me some of that beer. I’ll need some hair of the dog when I get back.”
I had to get away from this idiot or I was going to go ape shit on him. Hopefully when I was done and felt better Luke will have found some cheerleader on TV to focus his perversions on or there would be a beating. I didn’t like being reminded that the woman I loved and had known very intimately was suddenly a stranger to me who other men were attempting to claim.
After a very cold shower and a few beers I was starting to feel human and more in control, but my temper was still a slow simmer.
Luke was sprawled out on the couch in the media room with a new beer in one hand and the other digging around in a chip bowl making himself at home.
“Why are we watching this instead of real football again?” I asked irritated. Puppies larger than life were on my flat screen rough housing on a fake football field. I was smashed against the end of the couch glaring.
“Dude, this is a rerun from last year. If I remember right there is a super hot ref. I can’t wait till this year’s is on.”
Luke must have figured out how close he was to eating his beer bottle. He only looked at me from the corner of his eye and asked, “How did you end up drinking all of those by yourself again? Especially if you left with Faith.”
“I didn’t leave with her. I left after her. I wanted to make sure she got home all right. George obviously didn’t care that his girlfriend was leaving alone at night in the city.”
I was purposely dodging Luke’s question about the beer. I avoid talking about my past, especially when part of the reason I had done
What the hell, man. Put that book down before I tackle you.
He started to flutter the pages between his fingers but hadn’t opened it yet.
Shit!
How would I explain a book of poetry to a horn ball that only wanted to stick his dick in every available hole? I sat watching and waiting.
Unimpressed with the worn book, he set it back down. You get to live another day, I thought.
“Now I know why you have the nickname ALF, you annoying little fuck!” I blindly swung a lazy fist into Luke’s gut. A pounding behind my eyes joined the raging pain.
“Watch the beer, if I spill it I’ll be committing abuse,” Luke whined. After taking a long pull he let out a sigh of contentment. “Ahhhhh. That’s some good shit right there,” he said holding out his bottle in appreciation.
I couldn’t keep my thoughts away from her.
“Do you have a death wish? You can’t date Faith, George would kick your ass,” I said making a weak attempt to shake my head. I felt like a bobble head from the spinning.
“What is she a nurse?” My naughty nurse.
“Do you not pay attention to the ladies when you go to the hospital?” Luke asked. “I’m starting to think we need to revoke your nickname. She’s an X-ray tech, dude. A very fine one I may add. I love to see her bend over when she’s reaching for one of those cassettes they use. I imagine myself standing behind her when she does it.” Luke had his eyes closed as he spoke, thrusting his hips. “I wish she’d take me into that room she likes to go hide in and turn my knobs. Mmmmm,” a dirty smile plastered across his face.
Through gritted teeth I said, “Hey, Alf, not all women are sex objects. Do you need to be talking about her like that? You’re really starting to piss me off.” My fists were clenched on my lap as I tried to hold back the anger that was growing. “And if she has half a brain she’ll know to stay away from you.”
If Luke wasn’t all worked up about her I was going to ask him more, but obviously the man had problems focusing on things other than what was in his pants.
I remembered she finished X-ray school before she left.
“What? What did I say?” Luke asked.
Thinking about her was giving me a woody. “Never mind. I’m gonna go take a shower. Save me some of that beer. I’ll need some hair of the dog when I get back.”
I had to get away from this idiot or I was going to go ape shit on him. Hopefully when I was done and felt better Luke will have found some cheerleader on TV to focus his perversions on or there would be a beating. I didn’t like being reminded that the woman I loved and had known very intimately was suddenly a stranger to me who other men were attempting to claim.
After a very cold shower and a few beers I was starting to feel human and more in control, but my temper was still a slow simmer.
Luke was sprawled out on the couch in the media room with a new beer in one hand and the other digging around in a chip bowl making himself at home.
“Why are we watching this instead of real football again?” I asked irritated. Puppies larger than life were on my flat screen rough housing on a fake football field. I was smashed against the end of the couch glaring.
“Dude, this is a rerun from last year. If I remember right there is a super hot ref. I can’t wait till this year’s is on.”
Luke must have figured out how close he was to eating his beer bottle. He only looked at me from the corner of his eye and asked, “How did you end up drinking all of those by yourself again? Especially if you left with Faith.”
“I didn’t leave with her. I left after her. I wanted to make sure she got home all right. George obviously didn’t care that his girlfriend was leaving alone at night in the city.”
I was purposely dodging Luke’s question about the beer. I avoid talking about my past, especially when part of the reason I had done
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