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By Misti Date: 2001 Oct 27 Comment on this Work [[2001.10.27.15.37.4380]] |
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Ken and Jay were spying on Marci. Jay loved Marci. They'd been dating on and off for the past three years. The off part was Marci's fault. There were times when Marci "enjoyed" her "freedom." Tonight, Jay had reason to believe that Marci was "enjoying" her "freedom" with the delivery guy. His truck had been parked in front of Marci's house for two hours. "I know she loves Rocky Road, but this is ridiculous," Jay muttered. "Ah, man. Let's go meet Barbie at the diner. She's been trying to fix you up with Traci for years," Ken said, patting Jay on his broad back. "Yeah, but you know that Traci frightens the fire outta me, man. She's always baring her breasts and riding around town on her Harley. I don't think we're compatible," Jay said. "Maybe so, maybe so. But what we're doing just isn't right, dude. If the cops caught us, they'd arrest us. What we're doing is essentially illegal. Besides, you don't own Marci. If she wants to get busy with the delivery guy, that's certainly her prerogative and her right as an American citizen. Come on, bro. This is way beneath you. Try to salvage some dignity and move on." "Yeah...I guess you're right. But I can't stop thinking about her! She's driving me nuts! She's so beautiful and perfect in every way!" "Yes," Ken conceded,"Marci is preternatually pretty and eerily savvy. And she does a mean Joan Jett imitation. But she stomps your ego to dust. And in the words of the late great Jimi Hendrix, that ain't too cool." "But she'd be such a knockout in a wedding gown!" "Oh, man. You've got it bad. That's it, we're going to Lucky Cheetah's. I'm buying you a table dance and at least six beers." "Well, if you insist. But I know I'll dream of her tonight. And in the morning, in the midst of a fuzzy hangover, I'll reach for the phone and punch those digits." "Say you won't. Please. I implore you. Promise me that tonight was the last straw. Tell me you're through with all this Heartbreak Hotel crap." "Okay, man. This is it. No more psycho drama. I'm a new man. Hell, tomorrow I might even buy a Harley." "That's the spirit. Let's bolt." Jay followed Ken to Ken's brand spanking new Grand Jeep Cherokee. He clenched his fists and his jaw, refusing to look back over his shoulder. |