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The young man sat on the edge of his bed anxiously checking his watch. Minutes passed leaving him heavy in thought. He wondered if this daily game was worth the price of his heart.
He started picking at a hangnail on his index finger. He looked at the calluses on the bottom of his feet he wondered at what age he started getting calluses. He found a long white hair growing out of his upper arm, twisted it around his finger and pulled it out. He felt the mattress move beneath him as his heart beat anxiously awaiting 6:00.
�Fuck you would think this shit would be routine by now!� he said to his cat. The cat stared at him blankly.
5:59, 6:00 he walked out the door of his tiny apartment. �Ooh blue power suit today� he thought to himself walking up to a woman of about 40 years. She seemed to take little notice of him and walked to a janitor�s closet at the far end of the hall. He followed closely behind her. She walked in, sat on a workbench and began undressing. He didn�t even bother he just slipped his plaid pajamas down to about his knees. She slipped off her last bit of clothing, a pair of silk thong panties and laid them on the bench. She did still have her thigh highs on but that didn�t get in the way of business. He jerked it for a minute to make it hard and approached her. She was wet, she was always wet. He didn�t even try to please her, anymore. He just wanted to get the shit done and go back to his apartment. He didn�t kiss her, she didn�t like that, he did pinch her nipples and think about porn.
She did have spectacular muscle control; she could get him off in 15 minutes on days he could barely get it hard. They had it down to a rhythm now; they nearly always came at the same time. He plunged harder and harder into her and they came.
He pulled up his pajamas and waited for her to get dressed. When she finished, she opened her briefcase and gave him a neat $100 bill. She walked out. He brushed his hair back from his face and said, �your welcome� to the dark, damp janitor�s closet.
At about 9:00 he heard a knock at the door. �Who is it?� he asked knowing damn well who it was. �Weekly grocery delivery� replied the boy on the other side. He snapped open the deadbolt and accepted the groceries. He tried to hand the boy a five and he said, �Tip�s already taken care of�. �Of course it is.� He said to his cat who looked as disinterested as ever.
�Lets see what we�re eating this week.� He said to the cat who was busy eating its little pebbles. �Ooh iams for you aren�t you fucking excited,� the cat purred when he pulled out the 5 lb bag of iams. �And let�s see I have milk, a 6 pack of coke, bread�� he cited every item as he pulled it out of the bag. He put the cold items in his old refrigerator and put the staples on his nearly bare shelves.
�Fuck, I can�t do this anymore, Buddy� he said to his cat who was staring blankly at the wall. �You know she has never even said one fucking word to me and I have been beating that pussy raw since I was 18, 5 days a fucking week. I can�t even get it up to masturbate or if I actually get a real date.� Buddy started eating his pebbles again. Buddy was fixed he didn�t understand.
The phone rang. He answered. �Hi ma I am fine, yes, yes I have been eating. Grad school is fine ma, really, I have all A�s. Yeah I should graduate next term. Ma really I gotta go. Ok I love you, bye.� He turned to the cat, �She said she is gonna send us $20 Buddy, well at least that�s honest money, course I�m clearing 2 grand a month beating a dead horse, plus food.� Buddy was busy eating a roach.
�I tell you, Buddy, I am not doing this shit tomorrow.� He said sitting on the end of his bed smoking a joint. �You�ll see, Buddy, your dad�s gonna be a better person come 6:00 pm tomorrow.�
He fell back on his bed and dreamed of the desert.
6:00 pm, the next day
�Ooh fishnets today� thought the young man as he walked into the janitor�s closet.