All of my writing is fiction and the stories and characters are all products of my imagination.
They were created for my fun and, hopefully, your enjoyment.
Some of the events in the stories are not particularly condoned nor encouraged by the author but are there to create and enhance the story of the imaginary characters and their lives.
Comments are always encouraged and carefully reviewed. All characters within the story that need to be are 18 years of age or older.
Hope you enjoy!
This story came about from a direct challenge I received.
I write mostly in the Exhibitionist and Voyeur category and dares are a part of many stories there.
This was definitely not a dare, just a push to me to come out of the bushes and write from a very different perspective.
The protagonist in this story is probably not someone you'd want as a friend, or an enemy, or an acquaintance, or anyone anywhere in your life.
I hope he comes off that way.
He meets someone, with surprising results.
As mentioned above, I love getting comments, critiques, criticisms, whatever.
They make the writing fun and hopefully, better in the long run.
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She was beautiful, no doubt about that.
At least I thought so, and so did someone else. She was married. Didn't make her any less beautiful to me. Maybe a touch more alluring though, challenging perhaps. There'd be a chance. I wouldn't miss it. I wanted her.
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I remember the day I graduated from college. They had a speaker from some local business who had done really well. You know, local boy makes good. I didn't usually give a rat's ass about that kind of shit but, for some reason, I listened to a little of what he said. It was kind of:
"Today, you are embarking on the rest of your life.
It's a momentous day and a day for big decisions.
One of those decisions is
how
you will live your life.
Not what you will do with your life but how you will live it.
Today you can determine that you will live your life as a good and moral person.
You can choose honestly over dishonesty.
You can choose to be forgiving and not hold grudges.
You can choose to be warm hearted and helpful rather than distant and hindering.
You can lay your ego aside, rather than insisting on always being right.
These are things you can choose today.
These are decisions you can cling to as you move on with your life, to make that life useful and a joy for others.
Make your choice wisely."
He said some other stuff too I guess, but I was stuck on that little section I heard. And what I heard was,
you can choose to be a loser, or you can choose do things to get ahead, no matter what.
That's not what he said, not at all, but those are sure as hell the thoughts I was having. I was hearing the other side of what he was saying. You do what you have to do to get what you want. And if things like "morals" or "honesty" or other stuff like that get in the way, don't worry about it.
Hell, my dad would have fit right into that guy's speech. He was the best guy you'd ever want to meet, my dad. He had a little corner grocery store and all the people in the neighborhood came there. It wasn't fancy and the people weren't fancy. They mostly lived pay check to pay check and sometimes pay checks and being hungry didn't match up. So, dad kept a tab, a little notebook under the counter and he'd write down what people owed. When they paid, he'd cross it off with a pencil. Nothing fancy. But the big chain stores moved in and he was getting less and less customers and pretty soon he didn't have money to restock the store. The chain stores didn't give a shit about that. He had to stop keeping tabs for people. So, one day a guy who always ran a tab and was quite a bit drunk, came in with his kid's little league baseball bat and beat my dad to death. Being a good guy didn't help him much when that bat was swinging at his head.
So, I decided while I was sitting there listening to that guy with his great advice that I'd be a good guy -- if it was going to help me. If not, I'd be whatever it took to get what I wanted. I wasn't going to become a bank robber, or a con man or an embezzler -- unless it would really help me somehow, the embezzling maybe, but I wasn't going to worry about the small stuff. Que sera, sera. And what was going to be was me doing well and getting the things that I wanted.
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"Hey Mindy, sup girl?" It was two days later and I was picking up a copy of my transcript . . . and hopefully a couple of other things as well. Mindy worked in the college office and we'd had a couple of dates that ended up in my bed. I needed a couple of things done, secretly, and Mindy was very obliging. She wasn't ugly -- thick glasses and a little chunky maybe, but I had been very pleasantly surprised when we hit the bed. She turned what I thought would be a chore into something very, very pleasant indeed.
It was easy, really. People told me that, back a few years ago, I'd have been the guy on the Marlboro posters. The mysterious, handsome cowboy, drifting in and drifting out, tough, with those piercing eyes, the one all the ladies wanted but none seemed to get. I don't know about the cowboy stuff but "the one all the ladies wanted but none seemed to get," fit me pretty well. Mindy seemed to like that.
"Hey, Seth. You just graduated, didn't you?"
"Finally," I laughed. "Here to grab a transcript so I can go job hunting."
"I can do that. You get one free. Have you gotten any yet.?"
"No, but listen, while I'm thinking about it, you busy Saturday night? Maybe get a bite and then a video or something at my place?" I kind of emphasized the 'or something' since she pretty well knew what that meant.
