2.05 - Strap Up
I watch from my bed as Barbar jumps up and down while pulling up her pants from last night. I always hate one-night stands. This would only be my fourth time. I just like to have an emotional connection with someone before I have sex with them. It’s rare that I feel that connection the first time I meet them, but it happens. Renan is the only one night stand that turned into something more, so I guess I’ve had five now.
“You want to stay for breakfast,” I ask as Nariah as she searches for her shoe.
“Nope, got some errands to run today,” she pulls the shoe from under the bed.
“I can come along.”
“No need, but I’ll call you again next time I’m looking for a guy to make me feel good about the parts of my body I usually don’t like.”
I’m take the compliment in stride and walk Nariah from my front door to her car outside. I wave goodbye as she tosses a hand out the window. In the moment I find myself longing for a life with this woman and I don’t know anything but her name, her job and favorite sexual positions. Yet here I am looking for emotional investments, in a future I can’t see. I take a seat on the steps leading up to the guest house. If I planned to stick around longer I’d make an effort to get some furniture.
“Good morning,” Pauline shouts as she comes up the road.
I wave, and greet her with “good morning,” as she reaches the steps. “What’s on the schedule today?”
“Replacing some busted fence posts, start repainting the barn and of course the usual stuff. Nothing for you. I know you had a busy night.”
“I’m sorry, I’m not sure what you mean.”
“Us big bosomed broads with loose morals have a radar. We can tell when we’re not the only ones in the area.”
“I, well,” I can feel the heat rushing to my cheeks. “I wasn’t trying to sneak around.” I feel as if my parents caught me bringing someone home. I never did because I was embarrassed. But this must be the feeling.
“There’s nothing to be ashamed of about sex. You’re both consenting adults, as long as you’re safe there’s no problem. But, next time you better invite that young lady to breakfast with us.”
“I tried to, I really did.”
“Well try harder next time. Now put a shirt and come to the big house to eat.”
Breakfast with Martin and Pauline was interesting to say the least. It started with me telling them about the casino and what I saw. Only for the topic to turn to Nariah. They really act like sitcom parents sometimes. If it were up to them, we’d start planning a wedding already. Thankfully my life isn’t a weekly sitcom with new episodes for the viewing pleasure of the masses.
I greet the workers as they arrive, handing out their tasks and assigning groups. Martin wasn’t joking about the new workers being terrible. A bunch of folks past their prime just trying to get by with the only thing they know; and a bunch of young people that don’t like taking instruction but don’t really know what they’re doing. I try to mix the crews with young and old hoping they can help each other. With the orders passed out it’s time for me to take on my daily tasks as well. Inventory supplies, make sure we’ve got enough feed for the few animals we’ve got and of course check in on the crews and lend a hand where it’s needed.
“Hey,” Martin calls out to me.
“You know you don’t have to work when I’m here,” I laugh.
“I know that, I’m just here to talk.”
“What’s going on?”
“Did you think about what I said the other night?”
I pause for a second, “that every man has a last fight, and we need to know when it’s time to move on.”
“See, that’s why I love you. You’re hard headed but you listen.”
“I don’t listen that well. I'm still thinking on it.”
“Well don’t think too long or too hard, that’s how you hurt yourself.”
“What would you do,” I ask Martin as he walks away.
“Live my life.”
“No, that’s not what I meant. What if you felt that something had to be done but you didn’t want to do it with violence?”
“Overwhelming force in the opposite direction. If you feel they’re having a negative impact, you need to find a way to counter it with positivity,” Martin answers quickly as if he’d thought of this before.
“Thanks Martin.”
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