Selena Summit and Guy Gasser rode together in the back of a patrol car to her apartment. For the most part it was a quiet ride. They were both feeling a little woozy from the drink.
"Are you sure about me staying at your place for the night?" Guy asked.
"I'm sure," Selena answered.
She had almost forgotten that she had invited him to stay at her apartment with her. She wasn't looking forward to the scene that was sure to happen when they arrived at the apartment. Mike, if he stayed in character, was going to act like a complete jerk while denying everything. Even when caught, he had denied having sex with Penny even though his cock was still inside the woman.
"It's going to be bad," Selena said.
"What's going to be bad, Ma'am?" the officer riding shotgun asked.
"Getting my cheating ex-boyfriend out of the apartment," Selena answered.
"Whose name is on the lease?"
"Mine," Selena answered.
"We can talk to him," the officer driving the car said.
The officer riding shotgun said, "It's best to let us deal with this situation."
"Fine."
The officer riding shotgun said, "You guys really did a number on those suspects."
"Kicked the shit out of them," Guy said.
"That might be the case, but you should have just hung back and let us handle it," the officer driving the car said. "We're professionals. You could have been seriously injured ... maybe even killed."
"You weren't there," Guy said pointing out the obvious flaw in letting the professionals handle it.
"Still..."
Guy said, "Besides, I really enjoyed it. I mean ... a legal chance to beat the shit out of someone. You don't get those kinds of opportunities every day."
"I've got to admit, I felt a lot better afterwards," Selena said.
The two officers exchanged glances. They had watched the tape of their attack on the two suspects. A few of the police had remarked that usually it was a tape of police beating a suspect that showed up on the television. They joked how the tables would be turned if this tape showed up on television. A few wondered if there would be the kind of outrage that would show up if police were involved with a situation like that.
"The four of you nearly crossed the line. If they had dropped their weapons, you would have been in serious trouble."
Guy decided that not talking further was probably a pretty good idea. Selena was of a similar mindset and, taking the opportunity to change the subject, said, "I'll take you up on your offer to chase off my ex-boyfriend."
"Not that it is any of my business, but why's he your ex?" the officer riding shotgun asked.
"I caught him fucking my best friend," Selena answered bluntly.
"That's rough," the driver said.
He wasn't going to say that a big woman like her should be happy with any man interested in her, even if the fellow didn't have the best character. Considering her appearance, he felt that beggars couldn't be choosers. It might have been a chauvinistic attitude, but there were a lot of men who thought the same way.
The rest of the trip was made in silence. Guy was thinking about his cheating wife while Selena was thinking about her cheating boyfriend. Their thoughts were depressing them.
When they arrived at the apartment, the officer riding shotgun said, "You two wait here until we get the boyfriend out."
"Okay," Guy said.
"Fine," Selena said.
While the police were dealing with the ex-boyfriend, Guy said, "Are you sure about having me stay the night?"
"I'm sure. Just don't get your diseased dick near me," Selena said.
Guy said, "I'll be good."
"That's the story of my life," Selena said in disgust. "Men seem to find it pretty easy to be good around me."
"Don't say things like that. You know it's not true," Guy said.
"Fat lot you know," Selena said.
The police were at the door of the apartment waiting for Mike to finish packing. He had been a little belligerent and couldn't believe that Selena would call the cops to have him leave. He threw a little tantrum in which he tossed a bunch of the video tapes and CDs on the floor. They made a point of discussing the events at the bar where Mike could overhear their discussion. They figured that the story might make the man reconsider returning to the apartment after they left.
Guy asked, "How are you feeling?"
"I'm pretty wasted," Selena answered. "I'll probably be sick all night."
"Have you got a plastic trashcan?" Guy asked.
"A little one," Selena answered. "Why?"
"I figure I'll use the trashcan so you can have the bathroom," Guy said. "That booze isn't sitting too well in my stomach."
"We shouldn't have had that last round of drinks," Selena said.
"It seemed like a good idea at the time," Guy said.
One of the cops opened the car door and said, "You can go in now."
"Thanks," Selena said.
"Thank you," Guy said.
Guy followed Selena into the apartment feeling a little guilty about imposing on her like this. He just knew that if he went home that he'd probably end up in jail.
Selena gestured around the place. The video tapes and Cds that were scattered around on the floor were the result of Mike. She said, "This is home sweet home. I apologize for the mess. I guess Mike wasn't too happy about being asked to leave."
"I understand," Guy said.
It was a pretty nice apartment considering the neighborhood. Even though he wasn't in the habit of noticing things like that, he did observe that everything was dust free and the nicknacks were neatly placed. She had quality stuff in it although it was a little messed up as a result of the Mike's final tantrum.
Guy knelt down to pick up the tapes and Cds. He figured that he should give a helping hand. It seemed to him that she had pretty good taste in films and music. Sure there were a few chick flicks in there, but that was to be expected. He noticed a number of sci-fi films.
Selena started to empty her purse. She pulled out the book and set it on the table. It was a little light reading to help pass lunch time.
Guy glanced over at the book and recognized the title. He said, "Science Fiction?"
"I love the stuff," Selena answered.
"I do too," Guy said.
Selena pulled out the thermos from her purse. It rattled. She said, "Damn. I must have broken my thermos when I hit that asshole with my purse."
"We'll get a new one tomorrow," Guy said.
"I've got to work," Selena said.
Guy said, "I won't be going into work tomorrow. I'll call in sick and then head over to the lawyers."
Selena removed the two cans of cat food from her purse.
Guy asked, "You've got a cat?"
"Not really," Selena said, "I leave the window open a bit so that one of the local strays can come and go. It isn't really mine, but I feed it."
"I like cats. My soon to be ex-wife doesn't," Guy said. "We had an orange tabby when I was a kid. We called him Tiger because of the stripes. I really liked that cat. It was independent and all, but it could be really affectionate at times."
"Yeah. You have to take cats on their own terms," Selena said.
"Why don't you keep it?"
"We're not supposed to have pets, but it's a stray so what can the management say."
Guy finished picking up the tapes and Cds. He got up from the floor and watched Selena move around the apartment picking up other things.
"We're quite a pair, aren't we?" Selena said.
"I guess. I keep asking myself why she was screwing around on me. I just can't figure it out. I mean, I thought I was a good husband. I tried to help out around the house," Guy said. He snorted, "I guess I should be thankful that it was gonorrhea and not HIV."
"Don't even joke about that," Selena said.
Guy said, "The doctor wanted me to tell my wife so that she could come in to get treated. I told him that I hadn't had sex with my wife since I picked up the infection. It was the truth, but I made out like she was clean."
"That's nasty," Selena said.
"I figure she can spread it around to all of her boyfriends," Guy said.
"That's one way to look at it," she said.
Guy said, "The doctor gave me a shot and told me not to have sex for at least seven days. He wants me to come in for a checkup next week."
"Just one shot?" Selena asked.
"Yes," Guy answered.
"I didn't realize it was so easily treated," Selena said.
"Me neither," Guy said. "We can cure the disease with one shot, but not the cause. I fear that getting out of this marriage is going to be a real pain in the ass."
"I wouldn't know about that. I've never been married," Selena said. "Getting rid of an asshole boyfriend appears to be as easy as asking a cop to tell him to leave."
"You're lucky," Guy said.
They made their way over to the couch and sat down. Selena sighed and asked, "What do men want from women?"
Although it was a rhetorical question, Guy chose to answer it. "I think most guys want two things."
"Two things?" Selena asked.
"First and most importantly, men want ... I want a companion ... a friend ... a pal. You know, someone you can just hang with and feel comfortable being around. Someone you can talk to, do things with, and just have a little fun around. I want to be able to trust her. To know that she can know my deepest darkest secret and won't betray me by telling it to others and won't lose respect for me because of it. She's got to be a pal," Guy said.
"That sounds easy," Selena said.
Guy shook his head. "It's a whole lot harder to find a good pal then you might think. How many really close friends do you have? I don't have many."
"That's true," Selena said quietly.
She had a best friend, but it was clear that she wasn't as good of a friend as she had thought. There was no way that she could ever trust her again and that was important. Friends don't do things like that.
"I guess that is what hurts the most. I lost my best friend the minute the doctor told me about the gonorrhea," Guy said.
"What's the second thing men want?"
"Promise me that you won't laugh," Guy said.
"I promise."
Guy said, "He wants a woman to worship his cock."
Selena burst out laughing. She said, "You've got to be kidding."
"No. I'm serious," Guy said. "He wants to see her eyes light up when she takes his cock in her hands. There's this look of wonder, amazement, and awe that a woman can get. A guy wants to see that expression every time she sees his cock. It should be a fascination that matches a man's fascination of her breasts and vagina."
"Did your wife ever look at your cock that way?" Selena asked.
"No. She played with it long enough to get it hard and then wanted me to get busy slamming it into her," Guy answered.
"Oh."
Guy said, "When I was in high school, there was this girl I dated. She would have that expression on her face when she played with my cock. She'd make love to it for an hour at a time. The whole time, her eyes would glow. When I came, she would have this look of absolute adoration on her face that just sent shivers down my spine. We never progressed beyond handjobs and heavy petting, but she was amazing."
"Really? You were satisfied with handjobs? All of the men I've ever been with started by pushing my head into their crotch," Selena said.
"Never underestimate the value of a good handjob. It is really a chance for a woman to show a man just how much she adores his cock," Guy said.
"Wow," Selena said.
Guy said, "I wonder how many guys look back fondly on those days of high school when an inexperienced girl gave him a handjob. I think everyone has to miss that sense of experiencing something new and wondrous for the first time with someone just as inexperienced. What do you think?"
"I don't know," Selena said. "It was different for me."
She hadn't dated in high school. It was like she missed a lot of the process of growing into a sexual being. By the time she had finally hooked up with a man, he was expecting blowjobs and jungle sex. She had never really had the chance to explore a man's body like she imagined a lot of teenage girls did.
Guy asked, "What do you mean?"
"Oh ... I don't feel so good..."
Guy looked over at her and noticed that her forehead was starting to sweat and she was beginning to look a little green. She'd had a lot of wine and it was getting ready to come back at her.
"We'd better get you into the bathroom," Guy said while getting up from the sofa.
"Yeah," Selena said.
Feeling the room start to spin, Guy said, "I'm not feeling so good myself."
They managed to make it to the bathroom. When she emptied her stomach in the toilet, he rubbed her back. When he emptied his stomach in the little plastic trashcan that was in the bathroom, she rubbed his back. Between bouts of vomiting, they just sat on the bathroom floor looking and feeling miserable. There wasn't much conversation.
It was still early in the evening when Selena handed Guy a blanket. She was ready for bed, but Guy wouldn't let her go until she drank two glasses of water. Once she had downed the water, she then staggered off to bed.
Guy drank two glasses of water before heading over towards the
couch. He stripped down to his boxers and collapsed on make shift bed.
He covered himself with the blanket and then stared a moment at the
ceiling. Just before passing out, he muttered, "Gonorrhea. Some pal she
is."