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And now the passing of summer’s day in the sun was complete. The thin, crisp air that softly blew over the Southern Indiana terrain was not only pleasant, it was full of life. Here it was mid-October, and the evidence could be seen in all directions. Blue jean jackets and plaid flannel shirts. Hayrides and wiener roasts over bonfires. Pumpkins on porches and Indian corn hanging on doorknockers. Ghost stories passed by older kids along to younger ones.

Yes, this Friday evening the joys of fall were everywhere. The day’s overcast sky had relinquished its grip to a magnificent sunset whose orange and red glow matched perfectly the colors of the leaves on the thousands of deciduous trees that covered the landscape. It is said that there are certain people who seem to have an antenna that picks up signals from the things around them, signals like radio waves, which are only heard by these people. If one of these specialized individuals were to see this sunset, he would think that this astounding view
was much more than colors in grand harmony. He or she might have speculated about the power of nature to act as an omen or influence scenarios. If Gandy had met one of these human supertuners, he’d have punched him in the gut and said, “Nope, it’s just a sunset, motherfucker.”

Days of transition. The Gandy Corporation had been and was now still in the process of downsizing and restructuring, deleting non-essential files and de-fragmenting drive G. The backing away, distancing could be done with those on the crust, the crisp candy-coated shell. Say “no” enough times, make enough excuses. Little by little they’ll fall away. For those in closest proximity, however, alternative and customized actions would need to take place.

The girls were the easiest, and there were two. The first was the newest, the most uncomplicated. He and she shared the same workplace, and how he had admired her looks at a distance for quite some time. She was rail thin, smallbreasted, dark brown hair with sad eyes. Office talk told of a long-time boyfriend, but not a good one. The same tiresome story of a girl who can’t leave a destructive relationship.

It drove him crazy when she wore white, so on one white day he spoke to her for the first time. These things could always be awkward, but they rarely were. The art of being funny and sweet, seeming real when you were truly very false. Vulnerability. Showing what a man could be, highlighting the contrast between himself and the dick she refused to get over.

With heavy doses of sweetness, silliness, teases, and a few meaningless promises kept the opportunity innocently arose, but forcefully did he seize upon her, and she upon him. Baby’s breath bound them, she thought it was the juices, the bites, the strokes that only she could provide that brought him back.
Her man never knew, never knew her well enough to notice. Their farce continued on.

She talked of love, loved the drama. After she’d offer up her self-esteem to him, when the bruises were fresh, when she needed to feel alive again, it was Gandy she’d call. In case of emergency, break the glass. He was crazy about her, he’d always be there to put the pieces back together again, he could never say no. He was so kind, so gentle and loving. Never called her on the baby doll act. “I’m leaving him soon, things just have to be right, Gandy. Wait for me.” Shits
and giggles, the mockery always shone through. “You know I will, baby.” Shits and giggles, the mockery invisible. She filled in the blanks, the blanks that could’ve been filled with any number of willing others. She filled in the blanks and that was all, and at this crucial point in his life it was time to put an end to the illusion. Sometimes the truth hurts.

It was on the couch, the television was on. His body stretched the length, pillows propped him up. The back of her head was on his chest, his arms around her waist. She watched the show, he watched her body, felt her chest rise and fall. His left hand came up, fingers gently pulling her long brown hair away. His tongue found her ear and she let a breath go slowly. Move to the slender neck, first the tongue and then soft kisses. She tensed and bent slightly. Hands clench and he pulled her tight as he bit down. One under the shirt, firm on her breasts,
the other under the elastic of the sweats, palm down and down, fingertip feathers on moist cotton. Back up again, back up and under, one finger, now two. Her head turnd to meet his, nearly choking her, rough for just a moment-he slid out from underneath her and pulled her to the floor. On his knees between her legs, he tugged her shirt off first, then his. She pulled her
knees up toward her chest so he could slide off her sweats, and he did. Fingers of both hands trailed down from her belly button, taking hold of the panties he tore them, ripped them away. She sat up and undid his pants, slid them down, and took hold of him. Licked her lips and wrapped them around him, sucking and slobbering. He reached down and smacked her across the face and pushed her down and he was on top of her, she was ready for him, and he went in all
the way, all the way in, all the way back out, all the way back in. She started to quiver and moan, and he pulled out.

He flipped her over onto her belly and moved in closer. He grabbed himself, moved it lightly over her, just inside, then outside. He moved closer still, and moved himself up further up, slowly, further up and between, a hand on each cheek he pulled them apart and pushed his way down, a little at a time, push, side to side and push, and push, she screamed, push, screaming louder, and now he was completely inside her, he kept pushing, pull back a little and push
harder. She started to cry, she cried and screamed, but it didn’t take long. He came inside her, pulled out and left a pool. He stood up, put his pants back on and pulled on his shirt. She laid on the floor crying. He sat down on the couch and picked up the phone, speed dial number one.

Ring. Ring.

“Hey, how’s it going? It’s Gandy...hey listen, I'm over here at your girl’s
house...yep. Oh, you may want to come right over, I just fucked her up the ass and she’s pretty upset. I don’t think she thought I’d do it, but after that blowjob she gave me, I just couldn’t help myself. Well, you do what you’ve gotta do. I’ll catch ya later, buddy.” He walked to the door.

“Goddamn you! How could you do this? Fuck you!”

Gandy looked at her, naked, ripped panties, cum puddles in her ass, tears in her eyes. “You just did, and you were incredible, baby! Thanks. Oh, and remember, you never had one ounce of power over me. Good luck with your man, you stupid bitch.” He closed the door and got in his car. As the engine came to life, the erection came back again. “Fucking A” said Gandy.