Chapter 15: Short N Curly

Nobody has been interested in Texas Two Step classes since I stopped coming. According to Faye. Well, I plan on showing up in class tonight. It would be great to see my dance partners there. Jill wasn’t sure a dance class would be a very fun date. She’s been stewing in her own juices all day, and hiding the wienie is on her mind. I convinced her to accompany me to class by promising all the wiener she can manage, later. It was a great success for all of us. The only ladies in the know, are Faye, Kezia, and Betsy. Jill and Betsy are now firmly hooked on Texas Two Step and me. Faye and Kezia were already. For once, I’m not spread too thin. I manage three dances with each girl, and instruction time with Jill and Betsy.

Actually, I was the only one displeased the cougars weren’t there. I was hoping for some Mr. Fixit appointments arranged in the class. I quietly approached Faye. She’ll do some marketing on my behalf.

Faye treated us to pizza afterwards. A real dinner pizza piled an inch high with toppings. Nobody makes these any more, can’t afford to, such a pity. The meats included, ground sausage, ground beef, pepperoni, and a thick layer of shaved ham. The mozzarella was so thickly applied, the pizza couldn’t hold any more without it running off the pizza into the oven. Green peppers and mushrooms underneath the ham, and all topped with a thick layer of toasted sliced onions made it a real meal. Hold the anchovies, don’t like em.

Jill oohed and awed all the way home with my bike secured on he trunk lid. Wasn’t I just a genius to think of buying the bike carrier? And such a wonderful dancer, too! She’s pretty wonderful herself. When we finished love making, we were totally used up and collapsed. Passed out. Jill was a little late for her shift, because we slept late, and I had to remove the bike and bike carrier before she drove away. She fretted over being made late, as I struggled to remove the contraption. She wasn’t but a few minutes late, and a friend punched in for her, so there’s no record she was late. We have a noon date after she finishes her hitch. More getting acquainted sex.

Jill keeps suggesting we be roommates. She wants to move in. Is the great attraction me, or the house? Before I agree, I need the answer to that. I’m back up at nine and call Faye. No Mr. Fixit clients today.

The best thing I can do, is write Ruth. She must feel like her world fell in on her. I miss her so much, feel so bad for what she’s suffering and so powerless to help. All that went into the letter, along with thirty two “I love you’s” written in ever combination I could devise. I didn’t mention my mutilation, but did assure her I am recovered from the double hernia repair. I told her, I hope we have a little girl, just like her momma. I don’t want a boy, but didn’t enlarge upon reasons why not. Why not? To spite my dad. He was an only boy and so was his dad. Sisters and aunts they had, no uncles. I’m an only child. My daughter will cause him to suddenly realize, dawn on dad, having me fixed ended the line. He won’t have descendants to carry on the family name. He’s to blame, only him! I hope it rots his socks.

As for me, my daughter will pass along my genes and I’ll enjoy my grandchildren. The surname means nothing to me. I’m tempted to legally change my name to Ruth’s last name when she’s released. Fuck dad and his pride in family. He doesn’t deserve family, the shit!

Jill’s home. Wasn’t that easy? I’m already thinking of this house as her home too. Do I want her to live with me? I’m not in love with her. Betsy or Kezia would be preferable house mates, I love them. Ruth will be out on parole in three years if she behaves herself in prison. Complicated short term living arrangements could be a future painful problem, when eviction is necessary to make room for Ruth.