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The next day, Candy sat at the bar on her regular barstool and she was all charged up and just waiting for someone to ask her what had happened with Black, because she knew people there had seen them leave together the night before. But no one said anything—not to her, anyway. Just before she got there, the bartender was guffawing with a few others in there about Candy and Black. They could not believe he had left with her, because they all knew how needy and overbearing she was. They were still laughing when she walked through the door, but her ego never allowed her to think they were laughing about her. She sat down and had a proud look on her face, which made them laugh even more. And not long after she got there, Black came through the door and walked over to the bar and sat next to her, which was something he had never done prior to the night before. He bought Candy a drink and then went on down to the other end of the bar where his loud talking friends lived on their respective barstools. They were cussin’ and going on as they usually did about anything and everything. Black didn’t say anything else to her until he was ready to leave. He paid his bar tab and hers, and she was thrilled. She figured that she would ask him about his wife when they left. He must be leaving his wife, she decided. Everyone at the bar knew Black was married, including Candy. But the regular men at the bar that had wives kept quiet about each other’s infidelities as though it was some kind of “bar code.” They embarked on these sex escapades and never told on each other. Nor did they ever try to stop each other or consider these infidelities as really damaging to their home lives. Every now and then a couple of them, in their drunken philosophies, would bring up the fact that their wives never bothered to come to the bar to see what they were doing. But they would stop short of admitting that their wives were probably happy that their husbands were out instead of getting on their nerves at home. These men were not the most dapper of guys to begin with. Some were crusty, dusty, and unkempt. One could only wonder how they managed to find women to marry them in the first place. Their wives’ usual complaint was the amount of money they spent at the bar, not the fact that they didn’t come home right after work. Now, the guys at the end of the bar did wonder what had gotten into their friend, who had decided after all these years to all of a sudden indulge in Candy, who sat at the other end of the bar, because they knew what a delusional, ridiculous woman she had always been. But then they all settled on the realization that it was sex, so it made sense because of that. Black and Candy’s next rendezvous was a trip to a nearby forest and into one of the picnic area parking lots. It was pitch black there, and his headlights made all kinds of moths, gnats, mosquitoes, and other bugs visible. There were so many that Candy thought it would be impossible not to breathe them in with every breath. Black parked and turned the lights out and told her that they should take a walk. It didn’t even occur to her how familiar this move was to him as she followed along. At a certain clearing not far from a gazebo that was near some trees and an anchored barbecue grill, he grabbed her and kissed her, pushed her down to the ground, and fucked her right there. It was the same move he used on her front porch. This time, since she knew the move, she went down a little easier to the ground. Once he was done, he jumped up the same way he had the night before and zipped up his pants. She gathered herself, brushing grass and twigs off her clothes and her back, and took some tissues out of her purse to wipe off the messiness he left between her legs. There was so much slime that she decided to leave the wad of tissue in her panties as she pulled them up. She didn’t notice him wipe anything. He just pulled his pants up and made his way to the truck and told her to get up and said, “Let’s go,” because he was getting bitten by mosquitoes.

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Mine Eyes - Struck By Lightning  

(Language warning, adult theme... although I believe that some teens might benefit from reading about how tragic and devastating life can be...

Mine Eyes - Struck By Lightning  

(Language warning, adult theme... although I believe that some teens might benefit from reading about how tragic and devastating life can be...