Tuesday, September 16, 2008

3. Two sides of the next night

Continuing my first blog . . . the next day I found myself hangin out at Merrill's house again. I believe I went to the store with Lacey and we had a talk about how good Marshall was (Lacey had dated him for a night too, back when she first moved to town some eight years ago.) and how not very good Merrill was, and how that things were moving so fast with her and Merrill that she was holding out on sex until she was sure that Merrill was what she really wanted to do. See, Lacey and Merrill have a spotty past involving a six month marriage and a nasty divorce orchestrated mainly by Merrill's mom and sister, who were sweet as pie before turning into Evil Bitches when Merrill asked for a divorce. Granted, Lacey kind of brought it on herself by going a little nuts right after they got married - she joined a pool league and stayed out almost every night at the pool hall flirting with guys and girls and avoiding anything and everything to do with Merrill and her kids. Merrill is a sociable fella and was always having his buddies over and I think more than anything Lacey was trying to escape fighting with him over his friends' visits which lasted days on end. Lacey still hates conflict and will do just about anything to avoid fighting, including biting her tongue at something that pisses her off completely. Let's just say they were both young and had no idea how to work through problems, communicate or even make themselves happy, let alone each other. When they divorced, Lacey began seeing a guy whose only redeeming quality was that he was good looking. He got shot within six months over a bad dope deal that he wasn't even involved in - he just stepped in between two of his friends who were arguing and managed to get himself shot through his hand and upper thigh. yeah, he survived - long enough to turn Lacey into his bitch and knock her up with his kid. Lacey didn't talk to any of her friends or family anymore, she worked full time and never had any money, Merrill's mom helped Merrill get full custody of their kids by using her Idiot's record as the main excuse to take them away, and though the Idiot was a good dad, Lacey found herself miserable and lonely by the time the baby was one. Now the baby has turned two and Lacey's back with Merrill (which Merrill's mom is Sure to Love) and in the midst of another custody battle which was initiated by the idiot.
But at this point in the story, Lacey was trying to decide when would be a good time to sleep with Merrill. "NOW would be a good time, Lace." I kept telling her. I saw no point in delaying the inevitable, except to make Merrill squirm a bit, but she said she didn't want to get physical with him so quick because she knew that sex was how Merrill expressed love, and Merrill's devotion to her was complete and total without sex, so she was afraid of how much further off the deep end he'd go after sex. Me, i've always adored men who adored me. I still don't understand why she wasn't fucking him from day one. Would've improved everyone's mood, i'd think . . .
At any rate, I found myself at Merrill's the next night and Merrill began joking with me early on about how every guy he'd called had called him back and he had to tell them they'd missed out on some pussy. Of course I just hid my face in my hands at this comment, because chances are that yep, I had been looking for dick and any dick would have done. Me. (lol)
Then Merrill gets a phone call from someone who states that they'd seen Tatum last night and she'd had hickeys all the fuck over her neck. Merrill tells me this because I'd told him my suspicions about Dick and Tatum and of course this makes me see red. At that point it was more a matter of "why didn't he have the balls to tell me" than a matter of just being jealous. I've never found myself jealous of Tatum, still now I don't. She just a punk teenage girl without a thought in her brain, really - and she reminds me of Dick's sisters, which has got to be weird for him. At any rate, I'm pissed off enough to tell Merrill to invite someone Else over, which he does - a friend of his named Matt, another guy I'd never met in all the time I'd known Merrill - and so there I found myslef again making small talk with a brand-new guy whom I was expected to fuck. Lacey and I had the DDR game out. What's that you ask? Dance Dance Revolution. We've been playing it since wayy back when, and since Lacey's the only other person I know who's ever played it, I'd been dying to play it alongside her. We had such fun bopping around that night in front of the guys, while I assume they watched our asses and tits. We even convinced Matt and Merrill to try it out, which was absofreakinlutely hilarious. It was like their feet were moving without directions from their brains To move. Just moving on their own. Wildly in all directions at once. Like riverdancers on speed. I believe Lacey and I fell over each other with tears in our eyes laughing at this. After a while of this, though, Lace and I took our game back and wore ourselves out dancing. We put in a movie and played spades on the floor with the guys for an hour or two, but when 3am rolled around, I began making hints about how I needed to go, they had to get up, etc. etc. , to see exactly what this guy planned to do with me. He hung out till the last minute, I gave him every available opportunity to corner me and ask straight out for sex, but he kept bullshitting so I bailed home.
This same night in question, some how Dick found out about my adventure with Marshall the night before. Supposedly Dick hadn't been the one who put those hickeys on Tatum's neck. Here is his account of what happened this same night.
He found out about me putting some dick in my vagina over his leaving me and decided he wanted to go out to the club and find some pussy to throw on his own dick about it. Tatum was asked to provide him with a ride. When she showed up, with hickeys all over her, Dick had a fit and yelled at her, going " You Know everyone's gonna think they're from me!" and they started out for the club. Dick tells her he'll give her gas money if he goes home with someone and needs a ride the next morning back home and to not wait for him. He says at this point she seemed annoyed but still hadn't voiced the opinion that Dick should be with her instead of random club pussy. they get in the club, Dick downs a drink and almost immediately gets grabbed By the CROTCH by some clubho who says in a slurred voice, "You're cute, wanna dance with me and my friends?" "Sure," Dick says and proceeds to bump and grind for a few minutes with Tatum probably watching as redhot mad as could be. I doubt that girls who Already have hickeys all over em get much play at the club. Dick swears that when he went back to the girl's table he had every intention of finding Tatum and telling her to go home, he had been asked to join the clubho for the evening - his mind had been made up by the last song, when she began sucking on his face and he rubbed her crotch and she came right there on the dance floor, with nicely soaked underwear. Either Dick got Real lucky or somehow in the seven years we were together he had learned how to touch a woman just right to make her cream. Dick swears the girl had wet pants. He says that's what made him gung ho to follow her home. When Tatum shows up at the table, she's mad as hell. Dick says he's leaving with the other girls and Tatum says, "No, you're not," and basically drags him out of the club, with Dick whining all the way about "why?? why?" until they get to her car and Tatum proceeds to suck his dick. Dick swears that the moment she put her mouth on him was the first inkling he'd ever gotten that she might want him. I assume they went to her place and had sex, though Dick's account of the evening stops there to spare my feelings. They've been boyfriend-and-girlfriend ever since that night. At first I was mad because I thought surely something had been going on behind my back between them, but the more I look at the facts the more I doubt it - Dick isn't known for giving hickeys, in fact he hates them and won't do it. And if they'd been an item, Dick wouldn't have bothered moving out to his Dad's house in the far country, he'd have just went to her place in the city immediately.

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