Chapter 2

Eventually, I came to understand that I never had a chance with my best friend Gloria. I don’t think it was because she was so beautiful and I was a bit of a dork. In fact, I think the simple truth was that she was interested in guys that made her juices run like those bulls over in Europe with all the men running their ass off to keep from getting gored. It was hard for me to watch one of those newsreels because I had this silly fear of getting gored by a sharp point horn and the very mention of a “bullfighter” was enough to send me into a tizzy.

It was difficult to understand what intelligent women saw in guys that teased an angry half ton animal with nothing on their mind except to destroy the color red. I had to suffer through Gloria’s involved stories about her boyfriends and the things she did to make them happy just because they were risk takers or truly “bad” boys with no qualms about slapping a female around to prove that they were in control. She would tell me things like how she loved getting her hair pulled nastily by a big strong he-man and made to take filthy abuse that most woman would consider downright unromantic. As I grew older, I discovered that a number of really attractive females loved to be humiliated like that by these so-called “bad” boys in ways that made my blood boil in anger at their lack of compassion. One time she showed me her backside as naked as a jaybird with big ugly bruises from a guy that liked to make her suffer in silence. I was perplexed that she accepted it like it was some exciting scene from a ten-cent novel because she was one of the smartest girls I had ever met. I guess intelligence and common sense didn’t have a close correlation in such matters and all she had uppermost on her mind was how far one of those guys would go to rob her of her dignity.

In a way, my relationship with Veronica was a lot more beneficial to losing that sense of frustration I would get just listening to Gloria’s stories of her sorry treatment. Veronica was honestly ashamed of the fact she never managed to stay in the convent because of her issues with getting pregnant and all. At least, she knew when she was being silly and I knew she had some fairly good goals to achieve in life despite her failure in religious circles. I think I was the only one that knew it was the devious plotting of the sanctimonious old priest that got her in the family way. Everyone just automatically assumed it was the Puerto Rican delivery boy or one of the juvenile delinquents the sisters were trying to rehabilitate into constructive life styles. I was glad they didn’t point the finger of suspicion at me just because I was at that stage when my cock was perpetually stiff with desire to nail a pretty girl up against wall with her panties down. I have to admit that I never did any such thing and that it was just a figment of my imagination.