Wait a minute.Wait a minute. Sandy? It's Nancy I'll see tomorrow. Now that would be fun. As usual, Hoiker, you're ten minutes late and a dollar short. But more about this later. I showed up at Nancy and Sandy's house trailer the next day, loaded for Nancy. They were laying sod on the front walk. "Hey", I protested, "I thought we were going to go for a drive." "Come on in. We have to talk." We sat down in the trailer living room. Sandy sat next to me. Nancy straddled a chair a few feet away. Nancy began. "I screwed up last night. I can't go out with you, hoiker." "You seemed to think differently last night", I protested. "That was last night. I was a little out of control. But I can't go out with you and I have a reason. You see, I'm married." She pointed at her roommate. "To Sandy." Now, most of you are thinking, All right, this is more than a bit contrived. But I swear to you, folks, this really happened. I've changed the names and perked up some of the details to make this just a bit more appealing to your prurient interest, but read on, folks, this is semi-autobiographical. I nonchalantly did a very long take, trying to figure out how to react. This was a mistake. Over the years I've discovered you rarely fuck up when you think with your cock. It was time for some zen and I was trying to analyze. After a while I managed to smile a little, and said, "That's cool. After the initial shock goes, it seems pretty normal. But tell me, what was last night about. I'm sooooo confused." Sandy began running a nail along the nape of my neck. My confusion was increasing. So was my cock, but I didn't notice it. |