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What’s a Girl To Do
Lynn sat at a small table in a low-lit area of the bar that used candles to give it an atmosphere of romance. She looked toward the poolroom and wondering whether or not she should put a couple of quarters on a table to challenge the winner. As she contemplated the idea, her mind wandered. That seems to be what her brain was constantly doing lately, wandering from one moment in her life to another. Always thinking of those moments in her life that seemed to be at crossroads. Take a road and ones life follows that path, but take the other road and a different life lay ahead for her. It's that different life she always wondered about as her mind wandered from moment to moment. When she entered the bar today, her life took a turn at one of those crossroads, and only time can reveal where it will all end.
The road she was about to travel today was paved by her husband’s weird fetish. A fetish she thought would be kept in the closet with other skeletons of their past, but she also knew that if he ever started drinking again things would change. Well after ten years, Larry fell off the wagon when the rock quarry laid him off and he was forced to go work for his father. It's not that he hates his father, but his father is an alcoholic who drinks all day while the managers run his used car business. He makes better money now but it was just a matter of time before Larry started drinking again. The more he drank the less control he exercised over his inhibitions, and soon he began talking like he did in the past. He would make comments about her body and how her disability made lovemaking interesting. He even made these comments in front of the guys he works with. Yep, she really wasn't too surprised he started up with his urgings again. Reminiscent of the days before Kevin came to live with them, Lynn found herself sitting alone in a bar. Waiting for some stranger to hit up on her, and the courage to take things to another level.
Logic told her to make a beeline for the door and head home, after all it's been years since she last dated and she felt out of place. However, the prospect of acting as if she was single again and looking for a good time awakened that nasty little animal called curiosity. As her brain went over all the different scenarios, she wasn't sure she had the nerve to let a guy strike up a conversation with her, let alone allow it to progress to the point of a jumping in bed with him.
Lynn loved Larry more then life itself, but he always had a strange sense of what made for a good relationship. Lynn would love nothing better then to have him here with her now, talking about all the things that made their lives worth living and where they plan on getting in the future. Unfortunately, if Larry were here he would be asking her to evaluate the men in the bar, while he fantasized in his mind of her screwing them. Well, that is why she was here, to find a man who might be worthy of the task. Even though she did not plan on doing anything today because of aunt rose, she decided to see if she could get to know someone. If she did, then at a later date she could sleep with him and then Larry will get his wish, but not tonight. As she looked around the bar at all the men she thought about Larry’s fantasies, and tried to understand them.
“Why can’t Larry ever feel satisfied with me just the way I am? Why does he need to think of other men having me, and what makes him desire the feel of another mans sperm in my pussy when he makes love to me? What is it about my pussy being all stretched out and swollen, that makes him horny? He always wants me to tell him his cock feels like a little boy’s dick in me. I wish I knew what happened to him to make him this way. Why am I allowing him to talk me into this? I’ve got to be as crazy as he is.”
All these thoughts went through her head as she continued looking around the bar, realizing that she had finally been there long enough for her eyes to adjust to the low light. She was surprised it was so slow, but as she listened to the music playing on the jukebox in the background, she was at least glad she could find a bar that played country music. The idea was to have a couple of drinks to relax, then she would hopefully feel comfortable enough to shoot some pool. Lynn knew that the only men she would find anything in common with would be the type of guy who likes to shoot pool. So she made sure to find a table fairly close to the poolroom.
Lynn was startled out of her thoughts by a woman’s soft but stern voice,
“Hi, my name is Julie. Could I get you a drink honey?”
Julie was one of only two waitresses working and she seemed a bit hassled but Lynn figured any woman who had to do her job had a right to act hassled. At 5’ 6” and 10 pounds Julie had dark brown hair with blue eyes that had so much makeup around them, you could tell she was using the eye shadow to hide her age lines. Julie had a rough life and this job was just another stop in her long day of trying to raise three kids with no man to bring home the bacon.
With her mind still racing from one thought to another, Lynn realized she never even gave it a thought as to what she would drink. So instead of looking indecisive she blurted out,
“Straight whiskey and a glass of water please.”
Julie made a note on a pad, and said she would be back with her drink in a few moments. Lynn watched as Julie walked over to a table of four young girls that looked too young to even be in a place like this. They were all laughing and giggling as if they were at a sorority party waiting to be asked to dance. There were three blondes and one brunet, and it looked like the brunette was their leader. She was loud and almost obnoxious the way she ordered drinks for them all from Julie. Lynn noticed with a slight laugh when Julie walked off from their table how she twirled her finger over the side of her head as if to say,
“But, I don’t get it.”
She watched Julie walk toward a table that had a young couple sitting so close to each other, they looked like were getting ready to make out. Lynn’s thoughts traveled from the waitress to the bar beyond the young couple, where three guys were sitting nursing their drinks. There was an old cowboy off by himself to the end of the bar, who sat quiet and motionless. He was looking down as if he was able to see his life in the glass of beer. A couple of stools away were to middle aged men, one sat on his stool while the other stood leaning onto the bar. The bartender was busy talking to the other waitress as he mixed a drink for her.
Time seemed to pass by as she checked out the rest of the bar. She was feeling as nervous as a cat in a dog pound with low funds when Julie showed up with her drink. She paid the money and even gave her a fifty-cent tip. As she sipped her whiskey, her eyes followed Julie making her rounds. After about fifteen minutes of she began to feel more comfortable as she swallowed the last of her drink. Not being very impressed with the men around the joint, she decided to hold off on playing pool for awhile. Looking down at her empty glass, her mind wondered off to other days, and other moments. She wished some things would have worked out differently, especially the accident that changed her life forever, but what is a girl to do? The noise of a glass shattering on the floor startled her back to reality as she began feeling a bit stupid and uncomfortable again. She was in dire needed another drink so she flagged down the Julie who was making her rounds.
The waitress came by and asked if she wanted another of the same and Lynn politely told her to give her a double this time. As the waitress was walking off with her order, she overheard a couple of guys, behind her, having a conversation about the war in Iraq. She must have wondered off in her thoughts because she never noticed the two men coming in and sitting at the table behind her. It was nice to hear the guys trashing all the liberals who were against the war and it made her feel a bit more comfortable. She tried to be inconspicuous as she listened intently to their conversation for a while, trying to get an idea of what they might be like. She never saw what they looked like but she was attracted to the voice of a guy who sounded like Chevy Chase, but a bit more gruff. The other guy’s voice was too high and almost squeaky as he wheezed his words out like he was infected with some sort of lung disease.
Lynn always prided herself in knowing all about politics and the state of the country. Her father was a conservative who always listened to Rush Limbaugh and watched political talk shows on cable, so she was always ready and willing to jump in the middle of political discussions and give her two cents worth. The more she heard their discussion on politics, the more she wanted to see what they looked like. Listening to them talk reminded her of the conversations she would listen to at her dad’s shop. It didn’t take long before the nerdy sounding guy with the squeaky voice said,
What’s a Girl To Do
Lynn sat at a small table in a low-lit area of the bar that used candles to give it an atmosphere of romance. She looked toward the poolroom and wondering whether or not she should put a couple of quarters on a table to challenge the winner. As she contemplated the idea, her mind wandered. That seems to be what her brain was constantly doing lately, wandering from one moment in her life to another. Always thinking of those moments in her life that seemed to be at crossroads. Take a road and ones life follows that path, but take the other road and a different life lay ahead for her. It's that different life she always wondered about as her mind wandered from moment to moment. When she entered the bar today, her life took a turn at one of those crossroads, and only time can reveal where it will all end.
The road she was about to travel today was paved by her husband’s weird fetish. A fetish she thought would be kept in the closet with other skeletons of their past, but she also knew that if he ever started drinking again things would change. Well after ten years, Larry fell off the wagon when the rock quarry laid him off and he was forced to go work for his father. It's not that he hates his father, but his father is an alcoholic who drinks all day while the managers run his used car business. He makes better money now but it was just a matter of time before Larry started drinking again. The more he drank the less control he exercised over his inhibitions, and soon he began talking like he did in the past. He would make comments about her body and how her disability made lovemaking interesting. He even made these comments in front of the guys he works with. Yep, she really wasn't too surprised he started up with his urgings again. Reminiscent of the days before Kevin came to live with them, Lynn found herself sitting alone in a bar. Waiting for some stranger to hit up on her, and the courage to take things to another level.
Logic told her to make a beeline for the door and head home, after all it's been years since she last dated and she felt out of place. However, the prospect of acting as if she was single again and looking for a good time awakened that nasty little animal called curiosity. As her brain went over all the different scenarios, she wasn't sure she had the nerve to let a guy strike up a conversation with her, let alone allow it to progress to the point of a jumping in bed with him.
Lynn loved Larry more then life itself, but he always had a strange sense of what made for a good relationship. Lynn would love nothing better then to have him here with her now, talking about all the things that made their lives worth living and where they plan on getting in the future. Unfortunately, if Larry were here he would be asking her to evaluate the men in the bar, while he fantasized in his mind of her screwing them. Well, that is why she was here, to find a man who might be worthy of the task. Even though she did not plan on doing anything today because of aunt rose, she decided to see if she could get to know someone. If she did, then at a later date she could sleep with him and then Larry will get his wish, but not tonight. As she looked around the bar at all the men she thought about Larry’s fantasies, and tried to understand them.
“Why can’t Larry ever feel satisfied with me just the way I am? Why does he need to think of other men having me, and what makes him desire the feel of another mans sperm in my pussy when he makes love to me? What is it about my pussy being all stretched out and swollen, that makes him horny? He always wants me to tell him his cock feels like a little boy’s dick in me. I wish I knew what happened to him to make him this way. Why am I allowing him to talk me into this? I’ve got to be as crazy as he is.”
All these thoughts went through her head as she continued looking around the bar, realizing that she had finally been there long enough for her eyes to adjust to the low light. She was surprised it was so slow, but as she listened to the music playing on the jukebox in the background, she was at least glad she could find a bar that played country music. The idea was to have a couple of drinks to relax, then she would hopefully feel comfortable enough to shoot some pool. Lynn knew that the only men she would find anything in common with would be the type of guy who likes to shoot pool. So she made sure to find a table fairly close to the poolroom.
Lynn was startled out of her thoughts by a woman’s soft but stern voice,
“Hi, my name is Julie. Could I get you a drink honey?”
Julie was one of only two waitresses working and she seemed a bit hassled but Lynn figured any woman who had to do her job had a right to act hassled. At 5’ 6” and 10 pounds Julie had dark brown hair with blue eyes that had so much makeup around them, you could tell she was using the eye shadow to hide her age lines. Julie had a rough life and this job was just another stop in her long day of trying to raise three kids with no man to bring home the bacon.
With her mind still racing from one thought to another, Lynn realized she never even gave it a thought as to what she would drink. So instead of looking indecisive she blurted out,
“Straight whiskey and a glass of water please.”
Julie made a note on a pad, and said she would be back with her drink in a few moments. Lynn watched as Julie walked over to a table of four young girls that looked too young to even be in a place like this. They were all laughing and giggling as if they were at a sorority party waiting to be asked to dance. There were three blondes and one brunet, and it looked like the brunette was their leader. She was loud and almost obnoxious the way she ordered drinks for them all from Julie. Lynn noticed with a slight laugh when Julie walked off from their table how she twirled her finger over the side of her head as if to say,
“But, I don’t get it.”
She watched Julie walk toward a table that had a young couple sitting so close to each other, they looked like were getting ready to make out. Lynn’s thoughts traveled from the waitress to the bar beyond the young couple, where three guys were sitting nursing their drinks. There was an old cowboy off by himself to the end of the bar, who sat quiet and motionless. He was looking down as if he was able to see his life in the glass of beer. A couple of stools away were to middle aged men, one sat on his stool while the other stood leaning onto the bar. The bartender was busy talking to the other waitress as he mixed a drink for her.
Time seemed to pass by as she checked out the rest of the bar. She was feeling as nervous as a cat in a dog pound with low funds when Julie showed up with her drink. She paid the money and even gave her a fifty-cent tip. As she sipped her whiskey, her eyes followed Julie making her rounds. After about fifteen minutes of she began to feel more comfortable as she swallowed the last of her drink. Not being very impressed with the men around the joint, she decided to hold off on playing pool for awhile. Looking down at her empty glass, her mind wondered off to other days, and other moments. She wished some things would have worked out differently, especially the accident that changed her life forever, but what is a girl to do? The noise of a glass shattering on the floor startled her back to reality as she began feeling a bit stupid and uncomfortable again. She was in dire needed another drink so she flagged down the Julie who was making her rounds.
The waitress came by and asked if she wanted another of the same and Lynn politely told her to give her a double this time. As the waitress was walking off with her order, she overheard a couple of guys, behind her, having a conversation about the war in Iraq. She must have wondered off in her thoughts because she never noticed the two men coming in and sitting at the table behind her. It was nice to hear the guys trashing all the liberals who were against the war and it made her feel a bit more comfortable. She tried to be inconspicuous as she listened intently to their conversation for a while, trying to get an idea of what they might be like. She never saw what they looked like but she was attracted to the voice of a guy who sounded like Chevy Chase, but a bit more gruff. The other guy’s voice was too high and almost squeaky as he wheezed his words out like he was infected with some sort of lung disease.
Lynn always prided herself in knowing all about politics and the state of the country. Her father was a conservative who always listened to Rush Limbaugh and watched political talk shows on cable, so she was always ready and willing to jump in the middle of political discussions and give her two cents worth. The more she heard their discussion on politics, the more she wanted to see what they looked like. Listening to them talk reminded her of the conversations she would listen to at her dad’s shop. It didn’t take long before the nerdy sounding guy with the squeaky voice said,
