The Beach House – Chapter 7

“Well, it is a new kitchen. Monica stocked it all, and I don’t know where anything is yet.” I added a stupid smile to try and cover my ignorance.

“The same Monica who told me that if I didn’t detox, I would go to jail?” Mia seemed truly intrigued by the web of Monica.

“Yep, and told me to help you detox or she wouldn’t speak to me again.” I didn’t think before I spoke. I regretted my statement immediately and turned to Mia in attempt to rephrase.

“So you love this Monica?” What? Where did that come from?

“No! Absolutely not! We don’t even like each other.” I kind of blurted it out quickly. I didn’t want anyone thinking I had any romantic desires for Monica.

“So why would you agree to help me?” She seemed intrigued as well as a bit agitated.

“She does things for me.” I felt a bit nervous. I was screwing things up again. “I’m not good with people, so I pay her to take care of things.” I pointed around the house. “All of this she did in three weeks.” Saying it out loud sounded a bit ludicrous. I fell back to the truth and quietly added, “I’m glad she made me do it.” Mia looked at me funny.

“You’re glad she made you clean up my puke?” Mia was incredulous. I should never have opened my mouth. Why can’t I ever think before I speak to other people? I couldn’t look her in the eyes, so I looked at the floor.

“I’d do it again if it meant you would sit with me on the beach again.” God, it sounded pathetic. I was pathetic. I heard a gasp and expected the worse. I wasn’t going to hide from it this time. I lifted my head and Mia had a hand over her mouth. She had a strained look in her eyes. I guess she thought it was pathetic too. She shook her head and ran to the hall bathroom.

The retching started immediately followed by coughing and crying. She was in pain, and I felt it. I didn’t make the pancakes fast enough. I ran to the bathroom with no idea what I was going to do about it. Her entire body went into convulsions each time she tried to throw up. Hardly anything was coming out, and you could see the pain in her eyes. There was nothing I could do. I sat down next to her and pulled her hair out of the toilet. I spent the next fifteen minutes trying not to cry.

Mia finally pulled back from the rim of the toilet wincing in pain. “God, that hurt!” There were tears down her face, and her eyes looked like they had just been punched. I grabbed a washcloth and soaked it with warm water. I sat back down and began to wipe her face clean. “I like you too, Dale.” She gave me a weak smile. Her eyes were completely bloodshot and underlined by dark moons, her nose was bright red and runny, and she was pale as a ghost. She was the most beautiful woman I had ever met. I hugged her to me.

I finally got some water into her. I had her wrapped up in a blanket against me on the couch as another bout of shivering ran through her whole body. As I held her, I wondered how she broke through my walls. I stroked her hair and couldn’t understand why I wanted to help her. I never wanted to help anyone before. I knew it wasn’t because she saved my life, and it wasn’t because of Monica’s threats. I wanted her pain to go away. It hurt me to watch her. I ran my hand down her arm and saw the history of self abuse. Little bruised needle marks trying to heal. I didn’t understand why I didn’t find her appalling. I wondered if she would stay after she was better. A little fear began to fester. I shoved it aside. I knew where fear would lead. I would prefer that she left me than to shut her out again.

The night was long. I held Mia when she needed it and gave her space when she needed it. I always came back. She barely slept. Wave after wave of awfulness tore through her body. I cried when she wasn’t looking. I have never seen anyone in such misery. She finally passed out around eight in the morning. I covered her and left her to sleep. I was so happy that it she was out of pain for the moment. I wasn’t sure how much more she could take.

I was just pouring a cup of coffee when the doorbell rang. I opened the door to Dr. Williams. “Good morning, Doc,” I said with a smile. Normally, a morning visitor would piss me off. “Got some fresh coffee on. Like a cup?”

“You’re looking a bit more chipper than I expected. And yes, I would like one. Black.” Wally smiled back and headed into the house. “How’s Mia?”

“She’s been sleeping for about an hour. She had a rough night, but we got through it.” I poured him a cup of joe and handed it across the counter. He grabbed the cup and looked at me strangely.

“I’ve got to say, Mr. Tomlinson…” I quickly held up my hand and interrupted.

“Please… Call me Dale.” I’d never done that before. It just seemed the right thing to do, and it made me feel good.

“Well Dale, I have a really good idea of what happened in the last 24 hours.” He was examining my face as I took another sip of coffee. “I expected you to be a bit more frazzled. In fact I was surprised when I didn’t get a phone call last night.” I smiled. I didn’t think I could explain it to him.

“I don’t know how to explain it. We kind of got into a rhythm.” I took another sip of coffee. For some reason, it tasted better than usual. “I think I actually helped make it less horrible.” I smiled at the thought. That is exactly what I did.

“You’d make a hell of a nurse.” He nodded his head to me as he took another sip. I wondered if he thought the coffee was good. “Not many people are built to handle a detox.” I smiled inwardly at the compliment. He chuckled a bit, “I think that Monica thought it was going to be a bit tougher on you.” Now, that made me smile outwardly!

“Who knew? Yesterday, I would have agreed with her.” No need to hide the fact that this was new to me also. I actually enjoyed surprising the doctor as much as myself. I hoped secretly that he would convey his thoughts to Monica as well. Wally pulled a pill bottle out of his pocket and laid it on the counter.

“Sometime today or tomorrow, the violent symptoms will cease.” His voice slipped into a clinical tone. “As soon as Mia can hold down food, she needs to start taking these vitamins.” he was gesturing to the bottle. “They should help rebuild her a bit quicker. The detox has a tendency to zap the body pretty hard.” His expression became more serious, and he made sure he had my attention. “Dale, the next part is a bit harder.” I didn’t like the sound of that.

“Detox will lower her tolerance for heroin. It is extremely important that she not begin using again.” He again made sure he had my attention. “Mia could easily overdose if she went back to her old patterns.” Fuck! That wasn’t at all a pleasant thought. I didn’t even think someone would consider reuse after what I saw yesterday.

“You are going to have to find out why she started using and ended up driving that boat into the rocks.” He was very serious, and I didn’t like what he was implying.

“She was just stoned and lost control of the boat.” I was trying to defend Mia. There is no way she meant to hit the rocks. His face became more sympathetic.

“Heroin doesn’t remove all your inhibitions. It doesn’t suddenly make you stupid. It removes the pain of life.” He was having trouble explaining. “She meant to hit those rocks, and she didn’t expect to survive it.” Oh God! I didn’t want to hear this. Somehow I envisioned the heroin was some kind of accident that got out of hand. It was a much better history than what he was proposing.

“We have to find out why she did it.” I was looking down at my coffee cup. I wasn’t sure I wanted him to continue. “She is not going to want to tell you.” I remembered the pain when she told me to “get the fuck out!” I would take the puking any day over that. “If she doesn’t face her demons, her future is not good. We have to heal both her body and her mind.” I looked up from my cup, and I knew my eyes were watering and my hands were shaking. His expression quickly changed.

“Oh shit! I didn’t realize,” Wally continued in a softer tone. “I can bring in a professional to get her through this. This can get pretty painful, and feelings get hurt during the process.” He looked at me with sorrowful expression. “It’s normal that you would feel a bond with your patient, but it’s rarely healthy if you let it go too far.” Suddenly I was pissed. That he would insinuate that my concern was some kind of normal bonding process that should be ignored. Mia wasn’t just my patient. She was as much my nurse as I was hers.

“Mia and I are two sorry fucked-up individuals.” I didn’t care how it sounded. Wally looked shocked at my statement. “We will get through this together and we don’t need any psychiatrist screwing things up.” I was looking him straight in the face. In the past, I would have left the room instead of entering into a confrontation. Not now, not with Mia at stake.

“Dale, I don’t think…” Wally was interrupted by a weak voice from the hallway.

“You heard him Doc.” It was Mia, dressed in my robe and pale as ever, leaning against the wall. She was looking at me. “I’m not going through this with anyone but Dale.” Her smile was weak, but it felt like an ocean of waves. Wally looked between Mia and me a couple of times and sighed.

“Okay. If you two are still friends after this, I will eat my hat.” He realized he couldn’t stop it. “I would still like to drop in and monitor your physical recovery Mia.” I still couldn’t believe she backed me up. In public. I answered for her.

“That would be great Doc. I would hate for her to be sick any longer than necessary.” I realized I was still staring at Mia’s smile and quickly returned to looking at Wally. He was shaking his head, wearing a smile.

“Not what I expected at all.” He chuckled and held his hand out to me. I shook it and winked at Mia. “I’ll be back in two days to give you a physical, Mia.” She gave him a weak wave. I showed him out the door. I gathered Mia in my arms.

“I was hoping you would sleep a bit longer.” I whispered to her. She still looked weak.

“I got your back baby.” I know she tried to sound strong, but it just kind of trickled out. So adorable. I brought her back to bed. She surprised me by dropping the robe before climbing naked into the bed. I felt guilty admiring her curves as I pulled the covers over her naked form. “I am so tired… Just can’t seem to stay asleep.” She yawned as she said it.

“Be right back.” I said and for some reason I kissed her forehead. It was cold and clammy but very soft. I headed to my office library room or at least what I envisioned Monica thought it should be. I looked across the shelves and picked up my 25-year-old copy of The Hobbit. Sitting on the desk was the book I was reading the day Mia saved my life. I knocked it into the trash. I was sick of my old rules and the book really sucked.

I pulled a chair up next to Mia. I sat and propped my legs up on the edge of the bed. I opened the book and began to read. I always loved The Hobbit and the trilogy that followed. A story of the small and meek defeating evil and changing the course of all for the better. It got me through some pretty tough times. I wasn’t sure it would suit Mia’s literary taste. I just figured her mind needed to rest. I would read, and she only had to listen. I looked over between paragraphs. Her eyes were closed, but she was wearing a smile. I could tell she was still awake. I continued reading.

By the time I got to the second chapter, Mia was out cold. Her head had tilted to one side, and her mouth had a little drool hanging on for dear life. I closed the book and watched her for a few minutes before my head drooped down and I joined her in dreamland.

 

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Sun Stories: Kita – Chapter 5 – Oh My God – Part 1

Kita rolled into the salon today just like she said she would. She chit chats with me for a bit before tanning.

“How are you feeling about everything with your ex?”

“I’m okay, but I just wish I could move forward and not still hurting.”

“You’re hurting because he was your first love and you were together for over 3 years. But spend some quality time with your new guy and the pain won’t be as bad. You’ll be having fun and not thinking of JR.”

“I know but it still hurts.”

“It’s supposed to… that means you care,  you have a good heart and are a good person.”

“Sometimes at night when I’m alone, I feel sad.”

“That’s going to happen. That’s part of healing. It takes time.”

“I know. But I want to be there now and don’t want to have to go through this part.”

“Everybody goes through this part, Kita.”

“I just don’t want it to be there but it is.”

“We’ll work on this. We’ll keep talking about it.”

“Okay. ”

“What do you like to do when you’re not studying or tanning?”

“I like to study and eat right and work out.”

“What’s your drink of choice?” (Cause I love to drink)

“I have Asian glow.”

“What’s that?” (smiles)

“I can’t really drink. I have one or two and I’m gone.” (I’m actually glad to learn this and that Kita isn’t the unusual college booze hound.)

“My friends are all in fraternities and there’s obviously lots of planning and parties and I’m not about that.”

I love that too. A transplant that hasn’t fallen into the destructive part of college..

“Do you have a part-time job?”

“My parents don’t want me to get a job because they want me to focus on my studies.”

I love this girl. Beauty, intelligence, studious and isolation.

We’re chatting and customers are coming in. I don’t know what the hell is going on because we are actually busy. Apparently a lot of people get married in October.

She tells me people say she looks like Karrueche Tran.  We google her and she does, but Kita is way cuter. Besides Karrueche is Vietnamese and Filipino. Kita’s Chinese.

I keep thinking when each interruption occurs she’ll find a way to bail, but Kita doesn’t. She steps away and plays with her phone and continues to hang. I love that. Doesn’t she have anywhere to be? Maybe not. Estranged boyfriend. New guy making his moves through instagram. But Kita’s still feeling the sadness and pull we all have. The remorse, loss, and betrayal from this boy.

She doesn’t have a job, she’s not in a sorority and has just arrived in Philly from Florida. She may have just met me at the bus station in Hollywood in 1982. But I’m not that guy anymore. Right?

She’s just letting customers go and she’s hanging at the counter and I’m loving every minute of it. I’m actually feeling anxiety and shaking a bit I’m so excited by Kita’s presence. That is some classic phicklephilly infatuation.

I’m going to do what I do and the shark fin will cut through the water.

I love Cherie. I do. She’s amazing. Marriage material but please find me and kill me if I ever even start to talk about anything like that. But Cherie only gets down here maybe once a month. I love that because at this point in my life I like to be alone and once a month is like an Olympic sex event but is always unforgettable.

You saw how much I celebrated going to the movies with Cherie when she was having her period. I want that. But she’s so busy with her Masters, and Children’s Hospital and her son, etc. and me with all of my businesses, there is limited time.

When Cherie and I are together it is God come to earth and I adore her and our times together. I love being with my love and it’s so peaceful and easy I would build a life with a lady like this. Cherie is a dedicated, loyal wonderful, sexual dynamo that I absolutely love unconditionally. But there are variables and compartmentalization  that needs to happen.

Cherie who is rarely around and has earned over 40 chapters of love. Endless love letters to her legacy but she is simply absent because of her career and education. She’s one of the greatest women I have ever met and I want to keep her, but I am what I am.

I want to sit quietly at a table with her a have dinner. I want to stroll through an art show with her. I want to go on vacation with her. I want to giggle over drinks with her, but our schedules will simply not allow it.

I meet Kita and she’s just a sweet girl who wants for some reason to be Florida Dark in the tanning department. I work at a salon. I can make that happen.

She loves to be tan. She told me tonight that she googled salons before she left Florida so she could continue her tanning journey. (You’ve seen the pics… she is absolutely smoking hot. Bronze goddess. Malibu Barbie)

I think because of her Navy brat life a being adopted she has had some challenges. she has another sister who is adopted as well,  but there has been something that the child must feel or wonder about.

It’s October and there is no reason it’s this goddamn busy at the salon tonight but then I realize there are a lot of weddings in October. It’s cool and crisp and I will make your bride darker than the dress.

There is no reason for this delicious beauty to want to hang at the counter and chat with this middle-aged great white shark.

This baby seal is in a shitload of danger but to be honest, the shark is just happy to have her near him tonight.

Just like the hour we spent last Sunday.

What am i getting myself in to?  What are my feelings here?

(Kita – High School)

Lovely Legs….

 

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Cherie – Chapter 49 – Better to Give… Part 2

I draw the blue translucent curtains shut. Because tonight will carry us both into tomorrow.

I’ve lived a charmed life. It’s been good. I’ve had opportunity because of my skin, intelligence and wit. I’ve succeeded because of my dedication and hard work. I’m an overachiever.  A relentless sales guy that gets off on the kill. But I have natural ability in everything I do. You either kill it or get lazy the first chance you get because everything once you get it comes so easy to you because of your deadly abilities.

You only have that power because of your wiring and your upbringing. If you beat down a bright sensitive, odd child he will either become a CEO, a serial killer, or an artist. I’m sure there are a few other characters in there but I think you get it. (I’m the artist!)

That’s me. Here I am in my bed with a beautiful young woman again. It’s like I keep getting free passes from God to just keep going on the fun ride again and again! I don’t really know why. No one else I know gets these sort of splendors.

But fortune favors the bold.

And this frightened, anxiety ridden mess has run from his fears but then paused. I turned and slowly walked towards them and conquered them all. Without drugs. The drugs just fuck you up more. Surround yourself with good people and march forward toward your fears.

 

Cherie tells me we’ve talked enough but she wants to be naked.  She’s wearing the classic criss cross black body suit without a bra. (See: Cherie – Chapter 4 – Ribbons) Hot as shit. I love seeing the swing and curve over her breasts through that mesh top. She’s telling me some story about her and her sister in a store where they’re laughing and I reach my fingers through that criss cross lace.

She pauses and closes her eyes. I feel the soft supple swell of her breast. I go just a bit further and greet her stiffened nipple between my index and middle finger.

“Go on with your story.”

“I forget.” (smiles) “Wait I remember!”

I withdraw my hand but hold her close.

“My sister always threatens me that she’s going to steal my car and take it out.”

“What do you do?”

“I tell her that if she ever fucking takes my keys and steals my Saab I will call 911.”

“Oh my gosh!”

“Yea. I tell her that I will tell the cops that a black woman has stolen my Saab and I am a white woman and she has a gun!”

“Are you trying to get your sister killed?’

“No, Silly! It’s just a bit we do between each other because we know that’s how it is in this country. They’d pop a cap in my sister’s ass and kill her if that ever happened.”

Cherie giggles. I love comedy. Especially edgy next level borderline comedy, but there’s a dark truth in her humor.

“Well I’m tired of talking to you and I want to get naked.”

“No complaints here, dear.”

“But I’ve been at the hospital and school all day so I’m going to rinse off.”

“Okay bayba.”

Cherie gets up, kicks off her boots and pulls down her jeans.  Now she’s down to the one piece criss cross delish and a pair of purple panties.

She’s looking gorgeous and I can’t resist. I leap from the bed and go to her. We kiss and I hold her in my arms. I reach between her brown thighs and curl my finger between the two snaps holding the body suit together at the crotch.

I reach behind her because I don’t want to rip her little garment. I love this outfit. I have to be careful. I hold the back of the outfit that is basically a thong that is a cotton bridge between her delicious ass cheeks.

Cherie has a glorious but proportionate posterior. Not Kardashian, but athletic standard black girl butt.

It’s lovely.

I kiss her. She kisses me back. We miss each other. I’m happy and feel her love and heat in my arms. Out of everyone in the world, this is my girlfriend. I can’t believe at my age I’m still able to get a girlfriend half my age this pretty.

Well I kinda do.

Apparently, game goes a long way, baby.

“Can you close the drapes? Because you’re about to strip me naked.”

“Oh course my dear.”

I draw the blue translucent curtains shut. Because tonight will carry us both into tomorrow.

I hold my love close and the snaps at the bottom of her outfit yield to my force and open with the sound that is their name.

I gently pull the body suit over her body and from her head. (You never want to mess up a black woman’s hair…EVER)

Now she’s nude in front of me and I turn her around to the full length mirror in the corner of my bedroom. Given to me by former girlfriend, Michelle! (See: Michelle – A Brand New Day)

I’m still fully dressed but Cherie is completely nude and vulnerable. I like the idea that she can see herself in the mirror and I’m behind her. Clutching her breasts and kissing her neck. My right hand leaves her firm breast and caresses her belly down to the moist junction between her lovely thighs.

I touch her there and she jumps. Her softest spot and her most durable. I remove my hand and continue to kiss her neck.

“I’ve been at school and at the hospital all day. I need to rinse off.”

I regain some composure. I have to. I know what’s about to happen in the next 30 minutes.

I release my lady.

 

Living here on a weekly basis with my daughter Lorelei, it almost seems alien being alone here with a beautiful young woman and making mad love to her when she gets here.

Lorelei is great with telling me when she’ll be here and when she won’t. She’s off at Electric Halloween with her boyfriend this weekend. But she ALWAYS tells me when she’ll be rolling in and out of here. I love that because I never have to worry she’ll come upon some sort of “We were just working out doing nude yoga together in my bedroom scenario.”

Cherie heads to the shower.

 

Later, Cherie gets to her knees and is digging through her bag for whatever sundries she needs for this delayed mission. I’m standing next to her and I am lit up with blood lust.

This is how cool Cherie is: She is digging through her bag looking for her skin cream for after her shower and she gently places her hand on my crotch. It’s obvious I’m chubbing and firing up the Millennium Falcon to go, but that hand is an immediate soothe.

“I feel you… I’ll be right back, honey.”

Cherie hops in the shower. (I would have done love dirty. I don’t care) I’m pacing the bedroom like the cat that I am and putting on ‘ Music for Lovers’ on Pandora. (Hey I know it’s cheese but I like the stuff they play on there. Check it out!)

She comes out of the bathroom and gets in the bed and hops under the covers.

“I’m chilly!”

“You’re beautiful.”

“I love you honey.”

“I love you too…Guess what?”

“What, dear?”

“Take me…Now.”

 

I’m going to leave it to the beloved band Queen to describe the events of our night together.

 

 

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5 Things Women Wish They Could Change About Men

Walk the streets of a busy city and you might experience some man-slamming. If you’ve never heard of man-slamming, I’ll give you some brief background on a study that labor organizer Beth Breslaw performed to see how men walk. She noticed that when a man and woman are walking towards one another on a crowded street, it’s usually the woman that has to move out of the way and make room for the oncoming entitled man. In an experiment, she decided that she wasn’t going to move out of the way and see what would happen. As a result, she collided into the majority of the men she walked by. This is where we got the term man-slamming. You can try it on your own, but brace yourself and perhaps try not to collide with a man twice your size or a one who looks like a creeper who might enjoy the collision a bit too much.

Male superiority is deemed medieval concept, but it still exists today in subtle forms because, let’s face it, men were born with a huge ego. Their entitlement factor is embedded in their DNA and affects the rest of their personality along with how they treat women. Here are the top fifteen things that, if they could, women would want to change about men.

5.

MORE SUPPORTIVE AND ENCOURAGING

5 Things Women Wish They Could Change About Men

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Very few men are gifted with the ability to empathize and encourage. In fact, many women relate their experiences of talking to one to that of talking to a brick wall. Unless they’re a trained professional (chaplain, clergy, counselor, etc.) or they’re unusually sensitive, men just aren’t good at providing positive reinforcement, support, and encouragement. They’d rather watch other men run around a field chasing a ball into a goal than listen to a woman open up about her painful life experiences. Simply put, men just aren’t naturally wired to care. And if you do happen to engage in this type of conversation with a man, he’s more likely to give you cut-and-dry, get-over-it types of solutions for your problems rather than offer a shoulder to cry on.

4.

MORE COMMON GROUND

5 Things Women Wish They Could Change About Men

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Just like how women desire more heart-to-heart, women also wish they could share more common ground with men. This doesn’t just apply to romantic partners, but also to professional colleagues as well. In fact, this is the one aspect that causes a rift between men and women. In the workplace, men naturally gravitate towards other men who they share more common interests with. This often leaves women wishing they could have an equal playing field when it comes to rubbing elbows with upper management. This also explains why men are more quick to earn promotions and share executive-level positions with other males.

3.

BETTER SENSE OF HUMOR

5 Things Women Wish They Could Change About Men

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They say that laughter is the key to every successful relationship. When you see a hot chick paired with a regular-looking Joe Blow, it’s probably because he’s got an amazing personality or is the life of a party. Especially after they’ve had their share of dating every type of guy in the book, women just want a man who can keep them happy. No one wants to be stuck with in a relationship like Kourtney Kardashian and Scott Desick where Desick is a total scumbag who could really use a major personality adjustment. Sometimes, men just need to lighten up and learn the art of putting a smile on a girl’s face.

2.

NICER IN GENERAL

5 Things Women Wish They Could Change About Men

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Let’s face it… most men just aren’t very sensitive beings. I’ve worked in departments where there were one or two women out of fifty men. Especially in computer-based settings, men just aren’t the most friendliest of people. I recall numerous accounts of asking an IT guy for help with a computer application only to be glared at and condescendingly spoken to like I was the village idiot. Granted, there are plenty of bitchy women out there in the world as well. But hey, we have to deal with PMS and mood swings. Otherwise, at our baseline, we’re pretty sensitive and amicable. Men, on the other hand, have no excuse for being bitchy.

1.

LESS EGO

5 Things Women Wish They Could Change About Men

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How many men have you met in your lifetime who just thought they were the shit? Men just naturally have a big ego in contrast to their female counterparts who more frequently deal with insecurity issues. In fact, one of the top complaints women have about their male spouses or partners is his overwhelming pride. It’s very rare for a man to admit to his weaknesses and shortcomings. Just look at most father figures. It’s uncommon to see a father cry and when he does (at his daughter’s wedding or at a close relative’s funeral), it’s quite a moving sight to see. It’s even possible that men might easily pick up on all of the other traits after first tackling their ego.

 

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Sun Stories: Kita – Chapter 4 – Entanglements- Part 2

Hank texted her on Instagram and asked her about her situation

JR had basically blown her off after 4 years and discarded this delicious beauty. Dude, she’s so nice and sweet. How could you discard such an amazing  lady?

So this new guy is seeing her and it’s going well cause he’s nice to her and that’s all she wants. She says she likes white boys and this one isn’t much better looking than the last but if he’s nice to here and that’s all that matters.

Noted…

 

‘”He lies to me. He went out to a club and said he was home.”

“We’ve grown apart.”

“I can’t have a liar in my life”

I juice her with all of my amazing relationship philosophy. She needs this. I’m happy to help this poor heartbroken girl.

“She knows at 21 she’ll leap to a new guy named Hank. He’s nice and treats her well. He Dm’d her on Instagram and that’s how it’s done now. Hopefully he’s nice or at least sends out his best representative for our dear Kita.

He simply Dm’d her on instagram. (Direct Message)

It’s that easy now.

I would have given her and her friends tickets to my show back in the day and close her properly on the bus… but I digress. (she’s a nice girl)

I adore this girl, and I’m thinking about her and I know this is just a phicklephiily surge. I’m in a relationship and I’m just having a moment. Just like I always do.

Nothing will happen.

I love Cherie and I’m just having my usual nonsense.

I would like to figure out a time I can have lunch with her though. I can’t help it. I just want to be around her (and those legs) as a trusted mentor that would love to just hang and help with wisdom.

But I’m old. I should enjoy the limited time I have with anyone at all. I thanked her for giving me the hour out of her amazing delicious life to sit and talk to me.

That’s enough. That’s all I get of this girl.

Maybe I can get more.

I’m delusional.

That could never happen.

Yea… I’m done. She’s 21. I’m insane.

 

I just want to grab dinner with her. That’s all. I’m in a relationship but my love is absent and I just want to have dinner Philly style.

I won’t do anything….

 

Kita has become new #1 at the salon because she is the queen of tanning. She really has become the woman who represents what we do.  She has that certain something that lights me up.

I’m praying as I write these words on many levels. I want my girlfriend of a year to come down here this Friday night and embrace the love that we’ve found. But I want to do much that this Wednesday night I am sitting having dinner with lovely Kita. Munching her beloved salmon and looking to me as a mentor. Would I like to split her like a ripe melon? Of course. But that’s not what Kita needs right now. Her Admiral Navy dad would have me assassinated .

I’m in love with my girlfriend, Cherie. I love our limited time together. We are Motley Crue when it comes to sex, but I miss getting pizza and a movie with my love. I’m not getting any younger and if I can only see my devoted once a month because of school and career I will seek other people for companionship. I won’t cheat baby, but I just want to eat some noodles with you and you’re never around. I know you’re working toward a degree and I am somewhat loyal to you, but occasionally  I would like to tip a glass.

I miss you all the time. You are probably one of the best most loyal women I have ever met and I would consider spending the rest of my life with, but right now we are all in flux and I need to lean into that.

So in the meantime when you’re absent I’m eating gelato.

I love you Cherie, but I am what I am.

Kita says she like white boys…

 

 

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Sun Stories: Kita – Chapter 3 – Entanglements – Part 1

Kita came in just like she said she would on days I was working. I love this. It’s classic phicklephilly without any fulfillment. A beautiful perfect Asian girl who had the right body type I like. Young girl meets a legal adult.

If I wasn’t the shark I was, I would lie and say I am here to guide her. But I’m here to devour this baby seal if she even slips of the dry rock into the sea for a minute.

I’ll give her all of the guidance, conversation and patience that maybe the Admiral should have shown her but I’m not him. I’m nothing like him. I have a conscience and I will respect and defend this baby from a bunch of douche bag boyfriends but if Kita swims anywhere near my maw she will be split in half.

 

Kita comes in and she’s having problems with her boyfriend and I love it. I know this child will leap to another young man who will send out his best representative to penetrate her and cross this Chinese girl off his list. He has no idea of the exquisite wonderland that has been opened to him.

But I see it.

It’s a another quiet day at the salon and Kita wants to chat. I’m fixated on my love. She sits in the chair and crosses her legs and as always they are exquisite and shapely. Kita has no idea that her legs alone are a point of worship for this cool dad that knows stuff about relationships and writes a dating blog. I’ve been reduced to an ape that sees a mate because of natural selection.

She begins to tell me about JR who she’s been with since she was 17. That fucker totally punched my love’s V card. They’ve been in love for years. 17! She’s 21 now and it’s been four years. He was the puppy love best representative in the beginning as this dude would be but he’s failed miserably in the last few years.

He’s become distant and controlling of my lovely girl. She’s been loyal and sweet and devoted and he’s chosen another path. Lying. Cheating. And worst of all putting her on a shelf. He blows off beauty for weeks at a time and has no contact with her. What the fuck is that? That’s immature. But I start to realize he’s known her so long he knows he can manipulate her like that now.

That’s pretty fucked up to do that to woman. I don’t know when he developed that. He may have just have a personality defect that she’s grown out of. He blows her off, breaks up with her and says bad things to her. (Uses profanity. I hate that)

She takes it because she doesn’t know any better. She’s a good girl. A good person and is really trying.

She doesn’t understand this new behavior.

But this is his real shit. He’s an insecure loser that had a girl he was tired of and started to treat her badly. Because he could. But that pup got off the leash when she met another guy.

 

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Sun Stories: 9 Tanning Salon Horror Stories That Will Make You Say “Gross”

We’ve seen some strange things at out salon, so I decided to ask some other people that have worked in the industry for their crazy stories.

Enjoy!

 

1. The number one with a mullet.

“I worked at a tanning salon in high school. A weird middle-aged man with a mullet came in for a one-time tan. He thought it’d be a fun time to jack off in the bed and come all over the inside of the tanning bed. I refused to clean it.”

 

2. The stick-ons.

“This happened to my sister, not me, but one time she went tanning the day of homecoming and came home a little pink from being burnt. She didn’t really think much of it and preceded to get ready for the dance, which included putting on stick-on bra cups. Fast forward to the end of the night, she went to take off the stick-ons and the skin on her tits proceeded to rip off with them. She lost at least layer on each and could only wear loose tops and no bra for a couple of weeks. She says to this day that it was the most painful experience of her life, including child birth .

 

3. The first job.

“I worked at a tanning salon for two years, and by deep-cleaning the beds, we found some nasty stuff. A co-worker and I found a USED panty liner, a used condom, a pair of soiled panties, and SEVERAL empty liquor bottles. This was my first job and I was 16 to 18 years old cleaning this stuff up! PEOPLE ARE NASTY.”

4. The eyewear.

“I once went to a tanning bed with some friends. The lady at the desk asked, ‘Do you have any eyewear?’ And I said yes. She then said, ‘Is it on you? I need to see it.’ Thinking this was weird, I said yes and went around the counter to show her. This entire time I thought she was saying, ‘Do you have any underwear? Is it on you?’ I proceeded to partially pull my pants down so she could see my ‘underwear’… She looked at me in disbelief while my friends laughed at me. The woman yelled, ‘No I meant EYEWEAR!’ I didn’t have any eyewear. To this day my friends won’t let me live that one down.”

 

5. The forgotten friend.

“One time someone left a vibrator in the tanning bed.”

 

6. The wastebasket.

“I worked at a tanning salon for a pretty long time and you realize people do some weird stuff (like wear sunscreen in the bed, what’s the point). The weirdest thing that’s ever happened to me was going into the spray-tan booth to clean it after someone got a spray and realizing they peed in the waste basket. It was a middle-aged woman who made no attempt to clean it up, just left. The bathroom was across the hall from the room. Such a joy cleaning that mess.”

7. The broken fan.

“I went in a stand-up tanning booth once and after a few minutes realized how unbearably hot it had gotten in there. I looked up and noticed the fan wasn’t moving…because a dead mouse was lodged in it, its legs and tail dangling down toward me.”

 

8. The selfie.

“I’ve worked at a tanning salon for eight or so years, and a ton of crazy stuff has happened. We’ve had a gorgeous guy who peed in the trashcan (despite the bathroom 10 feet away). Then a blind, elderly woman accused me of stealing her weed she thought she left in the room but that she had actually left in the car. Also had to help a woman delete a naked picture she took in the room off of her Snapchat story because she did not know how.”

 

9. The super gulp.

“I have worked at a few tanning salons over the years throughout high school and college, and I’ve seen almost everything from self-pleasure to a guy who left streak marks across the bed. But the one that takes the cake was the person who brought their 60-ounce Super Gulp into our standup bed and dumped it all over the floor, fried the circuits, and started a electrical fire in the wall and left without saying a single word.”

 

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