User:Ovee

Dan didn't care much for cats.

She was already in the shower.

"Ever the early riser", he thought.

It was just one more of her many irritating qualities that he could no longer tolerate despite the world class gymnanstic sex she delivered night in and night out. He had tolerated the incessent toe licking, the strange squirrel-like affectation she shared each morning while eating her Grape Nuts. And the crying, oh the crying - every night the crying and the questions of him all in a desperate need to confirm her worth to herself, to him. He had looked past all of this up til now in exchange for the bibilical, if not mythical pleasure she reigned down upon him with such expertise that he often wondered whether she might not just be better off moving too Reno and setting up shop. But his patience was wearing thin. He was bored.

"She's got skills" he said allowed as he smiled with a long stretch and slinked out of bed pulling on his jeans, "but I've got to get out of this"

His head was BIG and his mouth dry and stale. The room smelled of wine and sex. He smiled again as he thought of the two of them outside the bar, then on the kitchen counter, on the floor. His thoughts of last night had him unconsciously moving toward the running shower when his cell phone rang. Caller id flashed MOM and all at once he was reminded again that you were never truly on your own in this world as long as your mother could find you in some girls apartment the next morning.

"Good morning dear, is everything ok?"

yeah mom, I'm fine...listen what's up I'm kind of busy here"

well, I won;t ask you where you've been all night cause your father tells me i really don't want to know. but i need to remind you that you need to drop off the car at the gargae this morning by 9 - ok?

sure mom.

I left some fruit saled and yogurt in the refridgerator for you and the ocffee's on. I'm off to work but should be home early today - by 3 i think

ok

oh...and a John Simmons called last night. he left his number but said that you should call him about coming in for an interview...

up to this point he had only been half listening, but John simmons name caught his attention. he had been trying to get into to see him for weeks...months...in that moment he realized his day had purprose.

mom - I'll be home soon. gotta go.

He pulled on his shirt and grabbed his wallet and watch. The shower was now off and again his mind returned to the thoughts of last night and just how easy it would be to get that towel off. But he quickly said again to himself "time for a change" and moved to the door. without a word he was gone. he kicked the cat on the way out. He never much cared for cats.