Confused

Well, it has been one strange week for me. First of all, I made the decision to end my relationship with Lilly. Well, really, it was kind of a mutual decision.

I didn’t dump her over the fact that she had been a whore. I decided I could live with that, but the fact that she had clued me into her dark secret gave me way too much ammunition to not use. Plus, she made the mistake of thinking that my house was her house which was cool with me, but she started bitching about some of my living habits and that was not cool. It’s my damn house and if I want to leave a dirty towel on the floor, I’ll leave a dirty towel on the floor, or, if I want to leave a dirty dish in the sink, I’ll leave a dirty dish in the sink.

When she would start in on me about trivial shit, I, of course, would have to bring up the fact that she had been a whore. The first few times I did this she would just go to another room and cry, but eventually she couldn’t take my insults and we decided to go our separate ways.

Yesterday, Jana called me and said she had made an appointment for Luke to have his picture made at Wal-Mart. She said something had come up at work and she couldn’t take him. Maybe she considers greasing her boss’s pole, who, by the way, is a highly respected pediatric dentist with a wife, “work”, but I just consider it her being the tally-whacker loving whore that she is.

Anyway, the appointment was for 5:30. I got there at 5:20. When I walked in, there in the lobby sat a clan of hillbillies. There had to be at least 23 of them and 9 of them were kids – all of them dressed for pictures. The woman working, who I found out later was the all important manager, asked me:

Manager Bitch: Do you have an appointment?

Stump: Yes. It’s for 5:30.

Manager Bitch: Well, this (she motioned to the clan of hillbillies) is my 5:00 appointment, so it’s going to be a while. Why don’t you walk around and kill some time.

This kind of pissed me off, but knowing that I couldn’t do anything about it, I decided to buy Luke some fruit snacks and maybe run The Method on one or two women. A lovely blonde with great glands for the hands caught my eye and I moved in for the kill. She had a couple of kids running around, so I was able to strike up a conversation with her about them and before long I was programming her number into my phone with plans for a lunch date later this week. Sometimes it’s just too damn easy.

I had managed to kill about 30 minutes, so I paid for my stuff and went back over to the portrait studio. The clan of hillbillies was still there and they were raising hell. The momma/grandmother/aunt was yelling at all the kids and the manager bitch was just laughing. Had I been the manager, I would have kicked them out of the store, but she seemed to be having the time of her life. I got Luke settled in with his fruit snacks and started reading one of the magazines (Cosmo).

One of the hillbillies was sitting across from me. She was quite rotund with a bad haircut and she had rotten little nubs for teeth. I would look over at her and she would smile at me and then look away. I could tell that she was creaming herself by just looking at me, but the thought of that made me want to puke right there in the floor. Some of the hillbilly kids would run out of the studio and come over to where Luke and I were sitting and want to touch Luke. I was scared he was going to catch scabies or something far worse from these dirty little shams so I would push them away with the magazine. They didnt seem to like this much and started hurling toys in my direction. Luckily, before I had to smash one of their inbred little faces in, the husky hillbilly that wanted me stepped in and got control of the little mongrels.

An hour later, they were finally finished. It was at this time that I found out the manager bitch was the only one working. It’s Christmas time, so, of course, many, many people want to get pictures made and they have one person working? What a damn joke.

Luke was throwing a fit because he was tired and hungry, so the pictures were not going to be good and I was pissed. I mean, this isn’t a damn doctor’s office; it’s a freaking portrait studio. I am of the opinion that if you make an appointment at a portrait studio you should be able to walk in at your appointment time, have your pictures made and be on your way.

Manager bitch walks in and says:

Manager bitch – I’m sorry. This has been a busy day.

Stump - (my anger would not let me hold back) Yea, its Christmas time. To me, it looks like your stupid manager would have more than one person working.

Manager bitch – I am the manager.

Stump – Well, you should have more than one person working. This is one of the most wobber-jawed (one of my dad’s words) operations I have ever seen.

Manager bitch – Let’s just get the pictures made.

She then snapped one picture of Luke. At that time, some woman came in wanting to pick-up her pictures and manager bitch goes off to help her. Well, I just snapped, so I grabbed up a screaming Luke, cussed out manager bitch loud enough that the midget Wal-Mart greeter came in to see what was going on and then I stormed out.

When I got Luke home, I told Jana about my sordid plight expecting some sympathy from her and instead of sympathy, she takes this as an opportunity to tell me how bad of a father/person I am. As she is doing this, I notice what I’m pretty sure is some cum-crust on the corner of her mouth. It could have been doughnut glaze as she claimed, but I used that as my opening to point out her many faults. She grabbed Luke from me and put him in his bed while we continued to defame one another.

As one slam rippled into another something started to happen; this put-down battle was turning us on. As Santa Claus Comes To Town played on the tv, I had Jana bent over the back of her couch and was beating her brakes off. I realize I was probably getting sloppy seconds, maybe even filthy fourths, but at that moment, I didn’t care. I really wanted to hurt her. I pulled out a chunk of her hair, smacked her ass around and called her every dreggy name I could think of and she loved every single minute of it.

I’ve had all kinds of sex, but this was a first for me. I have never hung one on a girl that I hate so much, and, honestly, it was probably the best sex I have ever had. There was no kissing; no hugging, just hate filled fornication that really served no purpose at all.

Once we were finished, neither of us knew how to act. As I was pulling my pants up, Jana offered me some hot coco, but I told her I needed to leave. She picked up her panties and said: Close the door on your way out. I’m still confused as to how I should feel about this.