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“Fuck you, Jimmy!” she yelled as she stormed out of the wooden house.

“Fuck me? Fuck you! You’re a stupid whiny bitch!” Jimmy said, chasing after her and slamming the screen door as he left.

“What did you call me?” she turned around as he approached her in his white tank top and blue jeans.

“Bitch!” Jimmy repeated, ” Do you want me to spell it for you?” he looked down at her.

“You know what?” she shook her head. “You’re not even worth it!”

She stormed off into the dark of the night. She didn’t even look back at him. She hated him, that house, and his friends, but she hated her life most.

“Another fight with Jimmy?” the old man behind the bar asked as she walked into the local watering hole.

“Fuck him!” she said as she pulled up the partisan and joined him. “Mind if I put in a few hours?”

“Hell no,” he said as he took a seat.

“I’m not going back,” she said as she cleaned some of the glasses.

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“Seriously again?” I asked as I looked at Lorraine, my girlfriend.

“What?” Lorraine responded.

Lorraine was the queen of selfies. She was aiming her stupid phone at herself every chance she got and taking a picture.

Lorraine’s social media pages were filled with pictures of her, what she was doing, where she was, and what she was eating. It wasn’t a surprise she wasn’t able to hold a job.

Lorraine was adamant that one day she would be the perfect model, the next Instagram model to hit it big. I always laughed it off. She didn’t have much of a following, but that didn’t stop her.

Lorraine was, as some would say it, plain. I hated to admit it, but there were times when I caught myself wondering why I was with her.

I was no catch either. I wasn’t pulling in all the women but compared to Lorraine. I was the better half.

Lorraine had blue eyes, which, if I have to say, was her best feature. She always plastered her face with makeup and dressed like she had it going on body-wise.

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“I can’t believe you talked me into this!” I said as I tried to pull the top of my outfit.

Martha smiled. “The more you pull it up, the shorter it becomes at the bottom.”

I stood outside her friend Joe’s house wearing the shortest Santa’s helper costume ever created. It was bright red and came down just past my ass, luckily, I wore black mesh stockings, or my legs would be freezing. I went against her wishes of wearing high heels. I wore my thigh-high black boots instead.

“Mine is fine,” she laughed as she slammed the trunk of her car closed. She came around the vehicle carrying the box of assorted liquor bottles.

“Well, you don’t have frigging G cup boobs, trying to bust their way out of your top,” I said as I struggled to keep the top from dropping below my chest. “I should have said no to this ridiculous outfit!”

Martha hated when I brought up her small chest. She was barely a B cup, and her suit didn’t look that flattering on her.

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Chapter One: Introductions

For as long as I can remember, I have always liked cocks. It started on my seventeenth birthday when I caught my older sister April bobbing her head up and down in the back of her boyfriend’s car.

I didn’t see anything other than her head going up and down repeatedly because the moment I started getting closer, she spotted me and shooed me away.

April is eight years older than me, and between her and my older brother Clive, they raised me. My parents died in a car accident when I was nine. Clive had to step up and be the so-called man of the house at twenty-two.

The two of them raised me to be different than they were. They always told me our parents were reckless and parented by the seat of their pants.

It was why Clive dropped out of high school, and April had so many after-school activities. Neither of them wanted to be around our parents.

I learned quickly that my parents died the way they lived, doing things they weren’t supposed to, namely drinking and driving. A tree stopped them both from doing that ever again.

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Chapter One: The First Night

It was too quiet, I knew my wife very well, and if she wasn’t talking, she was up to something. We had just finished our couple’s night out with our neighbors, Jill and Paul.

The drive was getting eerie as my grip on the steering wheel tightened. I knew what I had to do to get her to spill the beans, as they would say. I sighed deeply.

“Go on then,” I said.

“It’s nothing,” my wife Elize said as she looked out her window.

It was past ten at night, and we lived in the suburbs. There was nothing to see but stretches of strip malls and gas stations.

“No, spill it, or you’re just going to keep both of us up most of the night, thinking about it,” I shook my head.

“Well, it’s just that, you ordered the spicy lo mein,” Elize said.

“So?” I asked.

“Anytime we go to a Chinese restaurant, new or old, you always order lo-mein and you always want it as spicy as it comes,” Elize said.

“I like it spicy, when is that a bad thing?” I asked.

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Chapter One: Just Another Day

Another day and another day to be passed by and forgotten.

“Hey Jane!” Ted smiled.

“Janet,” I replied.

Ted and his friends were always picking on me. We worked at a large publishing house, and I was one of the nerdy editors, as they called me around the water cooler.

“Whatever, plain Jane,” Ted said as he high-fived one of his friends and walked away.

“You’re Thirty-two, not thirteen!” I yelled back at him.

I couldn’t believe I was still here. It started as a job out of high school. I had been in the school newspaper and thought I would be the next prominent journalist, but that never happened. Now I was stuck behind an editor’s desk while Ted and his friends got all the significant publications.

Things had never gone right for me, not ever.

I was always the nerd, even in school, playing games with my friends in the basement or pretending to be the next superheroine. The guys always laughed at me.

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I slammed the door to my office and went to my computer. Jeff knew better than to come in here. It was one place that his schemes hadn’t taken over.

I booted the computer up and went to my favorite website. Other than working, I had an online hobby. I loved to write erotic stories. I had made a fictional character up named Betty Thompson. I had over thirty stories with her as the main character. It started as a playful idea, which now had a life of its own.

On the forums, Betty had a fan base. People even sent me fan art of what Betty would look like if she were real. Betty was not me, nor did she represent me. In fact, she had average-sized breasts, an average body, and a job that took her travelling the globe.

Some people speculated I was a male as my pen name was a mash of my favorite dates. No name, no email, no messenger was on my profile. I didn’t even put down sex. Jeff had access to my account and could log on to it whenever he wanted. I didn’t hide my hobby from him.

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Chapter One: The Same Old

I knew what she was thinking. “She is a slut or a prostitute,” was what most people thought about me when they first looked at me. After all, I was used to it, built the way I was and the way I dressed. I was practically asking for it.

I waved at the woman as I passed her by the oranges in the produce section. My heels clicked and clacked on the tile floor, and I smiled at the poor produce clerk as he looked at me. When I passed, I heard the familiar noise of something dropping.

‘Poor guy,’ I thought to myself.

Another woman stared at me with eyes that could bore a hole through metal. Again, I just shrugged it off. I couldn’t help it.

I loved my body. What was the saying? If you got it, flaunt it. Well, I had it in spades. Long dark black hair and an athletically toned body that I took care of every day at the gym and at home.

I ate healthy because I wanted to keep my figure. I hardly drank and never smoked in my life. The payoff was a body I loved, and so did my husband, Jeff.

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“For fucks sake!” I shouted as I honked the horn. “Move the fuck out of the way, it’s only fucking snow!”

I hated these backwoods hillbillys. Even worse, I hated driving back roads.

My flight had been cancelled due to this shit, and I just wanted to get back home. All of these people were driving too slow just because of this shit. First my meeting, then my flight, and now this, just because of fucking snow, that’s it.

I drove past the two cars before me and gave them the finger. “Fucking idiots!” I said.

Now that I was free from them, I stepped on the gas. I wanted to be home on my couch as soon as possible, but the GPS clock said it would be another two hours.

At least it won’t be two hours of this shit. I was sure there would be no snow once I got out of this hillbilly state, then I could really put the hammer down.

I had ventured into this state to buy out a small warehouse company. It’s what my company did; we bought out failing companies and got what we could get from them before selling them cheap. Many people would get fired in the process, but who fucking cares, we got paid, and that’s all that mattered.

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Chapter Eight: It all works out

“Can we take these blindfolds off now?” Alicia asked.

“Sure,” I said as I finally got them onto the balcony of what was going to be our new house.

“What are we doing here?” Helen asked.

We were back at Carl’s house.

“Where is Carl?” Alicia asked as she looked around.

“Carl is gone,” I said. I didn’t know if Carl took my offer, but I did know he had left the house. “And I bought the house.”

“Are you serious?” Alicia asked.

“Yeah,” I nodded.

I approached the bank with an offer. They were happy to give it to me.

“Thought we were going to buy in Louisiana?” Alicia asked.

“I can get a small place for myself, but both of you have lives here,” I said.

“I don’t want either of you to put any of that on hold for me.”

Both Alicia and Helen smiled at me. “So, shall I close, or….” I started to ask before they both started nodding.

It was a good investment. They both had lives and businesses here. It would be easier for me to find a small place to live in than re-rooting themselves.