Total pages in book: 42
Estimated words: 38490 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 192(@200wpm)___ 154(@250wpm)___ 128(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 38490 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 192(@200wpm)___ 154(@250wpm)___ 128(@300wpm)
I poured myself a cup of stale shit and walked back out onto the porch for her to follow. She was petting my dog and cooing to him and this little fucker was lapping it up. Anything female, that’s his motto. Pitiful!
I tried giving him the stink eye but he ignored me. Yeah, see who’s gonna feed your ass when she’s gone. Horny mutt. I should’ve known he’d show his ass for a female, fucking dog.
She sat on the edge of her seat as if ready to bolt at the first provocation and I struggled for something to say. At least something that wouldn’t bring her close to rears, or put that look on her face again. Something….“What’s his name?”
“Harley.” Thank fuck she broke the awkward silence. I took a sip of coffee so I didn’t have to say more wondering how the fuck I got myself in this shit. No good deed…
“Where was he last night?” Good fucking question.
I glared at the culprit in question who was now lounging at her side next to her chair. Swear to fuck that fucker rolled his eyes at me. See who’s gonna play catch with your trifling ass later pal. Traitor!
“On the prowl.” I barely restrained myself from saying the words looking for pussy. Yeah, I’m that kinda guy. It comes from years as a marine and we all know what Eleanor Roosevelt said about us.
This is why I stay away from asshole humans, especially prissy little beauty queens who looked like butter wouldn’t melt in their damn mouth.
I could see the discomfort written all over her face, but that wasn’t my problem. I didn’t invite her ass here. If she wasn’t feeling welcomed she could hop back into her over expensive tin shit and head out.
I made the mistake of letting my eyes pass over her and fuck if my dick didn’t perk right the fuck up. Too bad for his ass, no way am I going there with her. He’d better get over his shit fast before he walks both our asses into trouble.
I became overly preoccupied with my cup and asked myself when the fuck she was gonna leave, while ignoring the feeling in my dick. My hard throbbing dick that if she had the nerve to look would be hard to miss. Thank fuck there was no way Ms. Priss was gonna do that. At least that’s what I was betting on.
I didn’t even bother trying to grab another peek at her out the side of my eye to see what the fuck it was about her that gave me that strange as fuck feeling. Not the hard dick, that part’s easy. She’s a fucking knockout.
I’m more worried about the other feeling that refuse to stop plaguing me. I’m not fucking interested. That feeling can go fuck itself on a cactus. And then she sighed. Dammit!
“So, how are you feeling? No lasting effects from last night?” I gave in and took pity on her before she died of embarrassment for just sitting on my damn porch like a lump.
She perked right the fuck up at the sound of my voice. I prepared my ears for a running dialogue of every ailment she’d suffered on account of her ass being stupid.
“Oh no I’m fine. I haven’t really…you know.” She shrugged her shoulders and I nodded which seemed to be some green light signal for her ass to start yapping.’
I listened to how Ms. Priss was a psych major and how she knew that if she let the incident get the best of her how it would control her life; blah-blah-blah.
“How did you find me?” She almost jumped out of her skin. I guess my voice could’ve been a little less gruff. Harley gave me his ‘what the fuck’ look and did that shit with his eyes again before putting his head back down on his front paws.
I don’t need tips on how to deal with women from you pal; fuck you very much.
“I asked your brother. I hope that wasn’t too forward of me.”
Now see, I’m not prone to dealing with women who talk like that. Who the fuck says shit like that? My taste tends to lean to the rough anarchist types. Women who know the deal and don’t want shit but a rough hard fuck to ease the itch
This was by a choice that had been foisted on me after life fucked me up the ass with a razorblade and left me for dead. I knew that I wasn’t fit for polite company any longer and couldn’t remember my people skills on the best of days, if I ever had any that is.
No, I used to. I used to be happy, free thinking, even with all the shit I’d seen in some of the worst hellholes on earth I’d had a better outlook on life and had even been the kind of guy to give others a chance.