Who could love a freak?

[Vibro repairman]

Sat on a barstool, quietly getting himself drunk, Daniel Summers listened gloomily to the weather report on the TV above the bar. It looked as though it would be another rainy night, which just about finished the day off for him. There had been a load of problems at work, and it had taken him hours to sort out the mess that had been piled at his desk.

He stared into his glass, and ordered another whisky. Twenty six and his life was, to be truthful, not too bad. He had a decent salary, his own detached two-bedroom home and car. What he tended to reflect on most nights was his lack of a girlfriend.

Not that he was ugly, or uncommunicative. He was quite good looking, short dark hair and deep brown eyes, a nice smile and white teeth, and he kept fit with his home gym. His was a more personal problem. He had been born with a physical condition with the medical label 'bladder duplication,' and the difference made him feel a freak. He could only imagine what a woman would think when she found out, or saw, that he was... not normally endowed. That he... had two. Who could love a freak?

 

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Jenna Winters

The weather reflected her mood, gloomy, dark, and everything concealed in rain. Usually she loved the rain, it washed away the crap and left a clean slate, but for some reason it smelled like death, decay, it reminded her of the smell of fish left to rot on the lake bank.

Fishing always reminded her of her father a emotionally distant man and her last boyfriend who had ended up being more like her father than she cared to admit.

Jenna was looking for something different, and she stopped at the bar wanting something different to drink, she had a well stocked minibar at home, but there was something extra sad about mixing one's own drink. She sat down at the end, unconsciously avoiding contact. She ordered a "Screaming Orgasm" with a sarcastic tone, and the bartender smiled knowingly nodded his head down to the other end of the bar.

Jenna was wearing a long dark purple raincoat which concealed her curvy figure for the most part, her short black hair a mass of curls, her green eyes looking him over as her drink arrived. Her life was sucessful other than her love life that is, her car was paid for, her debts paid, and her job secure.

Somehow the lack of romance made all the rest seem empty, pointless diversion.

 

[Vibro repairman]

Daniel had to smirk at the tone of a womans voice as she ordered her drink at the other end of the bar. He finished his current glass, then looked over to the barman.

"Another please," he said, after he had fetched her drink, then looked to her, and caught her looking at him. He gave her a friendly smile, which she returned. "Looks like the weather is doing its best to make a bad day worse," he said. "I hope yours at least went better than mine."

She had a pretty face, delicate with a fine chin, full mouth and bright emerald green eyes. It took him a moment to realise perhaps he might seem to be staring, and thanked the bartender when he placed another whisky before him.

 

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Jenna Winters

She was beyond the silly flirting games, she found it was better to do as one pleased, stare if you want, drink if you want, and live as one wishes. It was almost always better to be direct and to the point, to a point she mused. She slipped off her chair, picked up her drink and moved next to him.

"The day was fine, it's the evening that is dismal. The same thing every day gets pretty old fast, and I have no plans to liven up my weekend."

 

[Vibro repairman]

Daniel took another shot of whisky and smiled, a little nervously, at her. His head already felt it was swimming a little from the drink and he wasn't quite sure how to respond. "The only plan I seem to have for starting the weekend is waking up with a hangover," he said.

His eyes wandered, taking in the curves of her body as she leant against the bar for a moment, her purple raincoat hanging open. Almost before he realised the words had escaped his mouth, he had added "though I'm sure there are better things to wake up to."

 

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Jenna Winters

Now if that was not a come on, then she was hearing things. She extended her hand, "I completely agree, by the way my name is Jenna." Heck when was the last time she'd woken up to a warm body and a talented tongue? She couldn't pin it down and realized it had been too damn long.

 

[Vibro repairman]

"Daniel," he replied, taking the proffered hand and shaking it. At the back of his mind the alarms were beginning to ring. This isn't a good idea. When did you last have a date? Thats right, never. She'll just end up freaking out. The thoughts were unsettling, and he pushed them back further. Perhaps the whisky was helping. Perhaps he was going to regret this. Right now, he didn't really care.

"You from around here?" he asked tenatively. "This is my local bar, can't say as I remember seeing you in here before."

 

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Jenna Winters

"Usually I prefer to drink alone, the stink of smoke and desperation is usually pretty heavy in a place like this. Tonight I felt like anonymous company, and this place looked promising." She smiled at him, wondering if he was a regular, or semi regular visitor. She had this feeling that he wasn't the fuck 'em and leave 'em type, but at same time she figured he was probably mentally undressing her.

She was feeling warm and she opened her coat up revealing a form fitting dark black sweater, a tweed skirt, a few inches of leg before her black boots. She was still trying to decide if she wanted an anonymous fuck or a longer term playmate? After all her toys were getting little to no use as her libido had waned, and right now a warm living body was far preferential to the cool smooth plastic of toys.

 

[Vibro repairman]

"Tonight I felt like anonymous company." Was he reading between her lines right? He should probably blow her off here, and save himself the ridicule later. Or should he just see where this went? He felt nervous, yet a feeling of excitement was beginning to rise.

Speaking of things beginning to rise, Daniel realised, feeling the growing bulges in his boxers. He felt his cheeks warming, a blush coming to his face, as he adjusted his stance. He took another mouthful of whisky to bolster his courage.

"Sounds like a plan," he said. "What do you fancy doing? Probably be able to grab a snack from somewhere hereabouts."

 

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Jenna Winters

The way he said fancy, reminded her of a british accent and it only made her more interested in who he was. This might turn out better than just a drink and some friendly company. However, she thought about what he said, was it an invitation or just a random comment? "Well I am craving something sweet, but I figured I'd probably head home after this, rinse off the grime of the day and curl up with a bowl of ice cream." Damn her honesty, she was actually thinking of how much he had to drink and if she would be taking advantage of him and whether it would effect his performance.

She was debating how to invite him, should she say something like, I'll wash your back if you'll wash mine, or something else about conserving water by sharing a shower. She took a long drink and noticed the bottom of her glass. "I don't suppose you'd be interested in waking up together?

 

[Vibro repairman]

Daniel felt himself jerk in surprise at her directness, glad he didn't have a mouthful of whisky or he'd have quite probably chocked. "I, uh," he uttered feebly, looking at her. He swallowed.

"I'd say yes, but..." his voice trailed off, and he looked to his own glass. "I'm not sure it would be a good idea," he glanced round, checking no-one else was in reasonable earshot. The barman was down the other end.

"Look, I'm sure any man would be delighted with that offer. Including me, don't get me wrong. Just... you'd probably be... uh, shocked."

He finished his glass. "I've got two," he half-mumbled. God, how can you explain such a thing casually? he thought. That he had even murmured that was surprising to him.

 

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Jenna Winters

He seemed so conspiratal, that the words made no sense, "Two ex wives? Two angry dogs? Two weeks to live?" She offered placing a hand on his leg, "Believe me I've dealt with my share of bizarre stuff. Just say yes, and we can deal with the rest later." She squeezed his leg, "This offer as you put it will not be on the table forever, and I'm not used to any man saying no."

 

[Vibro repairman]

"Bizarre stuff." Daniel nearly laughed out loud at that, wondering if anything she had seen would compare. Maybe she could deal with it. Well, he thought, as he felt her fingers lightly squeeze his leg, have I really got much to lose?

"Okay... then you have yourself a 'yes'" he said. He finished his whisky, and pushed the glass forward on the bartop after he set it down.

He tried to think of some witty comment to add, like "Finish that Screaming Orgasm and I can go about helping you with the next one," but he thought better of it. Instead he waited for her to reply next.

 

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Jenna

She finished off her drink, slide her hand off his leg and stood up. "My place or yours?" she asked, inwardly relieved he said yes, she wasn't sure if she could have handled any sort of rejection at this point. She merely hoped he was worth it, he seemed a little unsure of himself and under other circumstances she might have gone psychoanalytic, then again that was her problem. That her work persona extended into her personal life.

 

[Vibro repairman]

"I only live a couple of blocks away," he said, "like I said my previous plan was to get soundly drunk so wasn't intending to drive anywhere," he smirked, "so if you wouldn't mind a strange mattress..."

He stood up from his stool, and tried to read her features. He wasn't sure how to really act in such a situation - well, he'd never been in such a situation before. What kind of woman was she? Did she pick up guys in bars often?

"Not too far to go dodging the rain," he said, remembering the current weather as he looked out the nearest window.

 

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Jenna

"I don't mind getting wet," she said as she headed towards the door. "As for a strange mattress, well I wasn't planning on getting much sleep." She chuckled slightly, "Not that I really plan on anything nowadays beside going to work and what to eat." She stepped lively but stayed close to him as they walked.

He was right he did live closeby. She was debating what to say, something about not doing this often? well even people who had serial one night stands probably said that, goes for credibility or some such. She was oddly not worried about the risks of casual sex. She doubted she could possible be that unlucky, she suddenly wondered if he snored.