cheaper than a taxi

"What the hell," you think. "It's cheaper than a taxi."

You get into Misty's car and she drives you home. "I'm off for the rest of the night. Would you like some company?" she says.

"No, I got some issues to work out," you tell her.

"Okay, John. I understand." she says

She pulls up into your driveway and helps you out of her car. You manage to find the key to the door, but can't manage to get the key in the hole.

"Unlock this fucking thing for me, will you?" you manage to say.

Misty takes your keys from you and unlocks your door. She brings you to the bed and helps undress you. Taking a look at your cock, she asks you, "Are you sure you won't reconsider?"

"I'm sure," you slur out. "I'm too damn drunk anyway." She kisses you on the cheek and helps you into bed. After making sure you're comfortable, she leaves and locks your door behind her.

Your cell phone rings again. "Hello?" you slur into it.

"John, it's Amy," Amy says. "Can we talk?"

"Sure," you reply. "When I'm sober and can think about what I have to say."

"OK. I'll be over in the morning around 11," she says. "Good night."

You pass out on the bed, and sleep until about 8 am. Dragging your ass out of bed, you shower and take some aspirins, chasing them with gatorade. You sit down on the couch and think about what you're going to tell Amy.

She knocks on the door promptly at 11:00. You open it, and she's standing there in a T-shirt and pair of daisy dukes that show off her fine legs.

"Can I come in?" she says.

"If you must," you reply.

She comes in and closes the door behind her. "John, I owe you an apology. Quite frankly, it shouldn't have mattered where you were."

"No, it shouldn't have," you say. "I'm a grown man. Nothing was going on between me and Jess, and, quite frankly, until you and I have agreed to a monogamous relationship, if I decide to fuck every female I come across, it's none of your motherfucking business. Another thing needs to be pointed out. I am not a liar. I said I was changing the starter on her car, and that's exactly what I was doing."

She swallows hard. "I realize this, John. I don't know what else to say, other than I'm sorry," she says as tears start to form in her eyes.

"I do," you say. "I think we need to back off from seeing each other for a while. You're becoming too possessive for me, and I don't like it one bit."

"Okay," she says, tears streaming down her cheeks.

"I'm sorry, Amy," you say, "But I can't stand to be treated like a possession, or be called a liar."

"No, you're right, John. I should have more trust in people. It's just that I been fucked over too many times," she says. She kisses you on the cheek and whispers, "Hopefully we can get through this."

You watch as she walks out the door. Resisting the urge to run after her, you close the door behind her, and watch her through your peephole on your door. "Damn, her ass fits those daisy dukes good," you think to yourself.