This morning started like any other.   Woke up with a boner and no where to stick it.  I looked at the clock, 5 am, too fucking early, but I couldn't go back to sleep. I had too much on my mind.  I got up, got out of bed and dragged a comb across my head.  I went downstairs to the diner below me and ordered a cup of joe. 

 

The waitress had Dolly Parton hair but none of her other fine assets. Her rhinestone glasses hung on a chain around her neck.   Her name tag said Rita.  I joked, "Coffee smells good this morning, but you sure smell sweeter." She smiled looked me up and down and said, "I get off in half an hour, if you're still here, maybe, I'll let you walk me home." , "You want cream and sugar with your coffee, honey?" With that I had a new found appreciation for the expression, "The early bird catchers the worm."  My worm was beginning to squirm, so I told her not to worry, she had her escort home, and thanks I'll have my coffee black.

 

I took a curler from the tray on the counter and dunked it in my coffee. I was feeling good. The sun was arising above the horizon and world was turning in perfect harmony. Rita was pretty new at the diner.  I've seen her there more than a few mornings during the past couple of months, but she's never given me a second glance before. She must have had a slow graveyard shift that dragged on endlessly till dawn.  She probably sat in the booth in the back smoking cigarettes and sipping coffee all night while kegeling to fight the eternal boredom of it all.  I dipped my curler again and took a bite. Rita's apartment was two blocks away and two flights up.  It was a shabby little place no worse than mine. She says, "We have to be quiet, my boy's asleep in the other room." Not wanting to make any noise Rita dragged me into her bedroom and shut the door.

 

The room was clean enough, bed wasn't made but the sheets weren't soiled, makeup, blue eye shadow, lipstick, and an ash tray full of butts sat on the nightstand. The television and DVD player rested silently on a brown desk strewn with bills and papers.  Once in the room Rita relaxed and discarded her uniform.  She removed her makeup with a moist towelette as she sat on the bed in bra and panties.  I got down to my shorts and lit a cigarette. "You have anything to drink? I ask. She pointed to a draw in the desk where I found a bottle of scotch.  I had a swig from the bottle and passed it to her.  She took three large gulps which drained about a fifth of the bottle.  I had another long pull and put the bottle aside.

 

We lay back, Rita sighs and I kiss her.  As women go Rita ain't a bad looker, bit of a plain jane but with features much handsomer than my own.   Ten to one she's from the mid-west come to L.A. with California dreaming on her mind.  Hope the tips at the Sunset Diner are enough to support her and her kid cause I'd hate to think of her as being disappointed.  We kiss a little more.  I take off her bra and we both slip out of our underwear.  Her body is much like her face, healthy but showing signs of that near 40 droop.  With my gut I'm not complaining, I'm thankful.  She opens a door in the night stand, reaches in and hands me a condom, ribbed and lubricated. She says, "Can you put this on?"

 

I thought our love making would be nothing spectacular, just a comfortable Sunday morning screw.  I start in slowly and vary the pace giving her some long lazy strokes and then a few quick pokes.  She bites my chest and does a little Mike Tyson on my right ear lobe.  I forcefully kiss the length of her neck then push harder into her yielding flesh. The bed is creaking, but I don't think either of us is worried about waking junior up at the moment. 

 

As we go on rocking the bed I can feel her muscles contracting and she is getting tighter and tighter. We go on like that for 5 minutes and I'm getting one of the best pinches of my life. Neither of us is in a rush. I'm starting to throb but the semen is not yet rising. With each push there is equal constriction in return.  My cock is clenched in her vagina. As I try to move in and out I feel myself slipping from the trojan. Better to bore deep to keep the damn rubber from falling off. I bury my balls into her and make a couple more short deep stabs. She squeezes and I'm there, the condom fills. I'm still hard enough and keep pounding deeply. Soon she's there too, her muscles release and she lets out her second sigh of the day.

 

I remain on top and gently lick the sweat off her nipples, brush the hair from her face. Her eyes sparkle.  I pull out, toss the condom, and check my battered tool.  It's all still there. I roll off and we both feel the wind of the fan blow across us which cools our warm bodies.  I'm not a religious man, but I lay back and thank God for tossing this old dog such a tasty bone.

 

Life is funny.  There are good days and there are bad days.  And as they say you gotta take the good with the bad.  I was just reading about a woman in Sarasota who won a quarter of a million dollar settlement against KFC, Kentucky Fried Chicken.  Seems her cat got into a dumpster behind the KFC and choked to death on a chicken bone. This was no alley cat. This pussy had papers and was some kind of champion or something.  She got so much cash cause the court decided she could have made a mint in stud fees if the cat hadn't have croaked.  And of course the mental anguish of it all.  Sometimes tragedy can be a blessing in disguise.  All I have to say about that though is, "You know what comes before KFC?" Answer - JFC, Jesus Fucking Christ, wish it was my frigging cat.

 

Just then there's a loud banging on the door.  There's a boom and a crash, the door flies open.  The door knob punches a hole in the plasterboard wall beside it and sticks there.  I hear a deep voice bellow, "What the fuck are you doing in bed with my mother, you fucking dirty old dog."  Shit, is this junior?  Junior is about 16, almost six feet tall, and from the looks of it he's a member of the ROTC.  His neck is as thick as my thigh. He's got a buzz cut and he ain't smiling. Rita and I both grab for the sheets and pull them up over us.  He lunges forward.  Rita yells stop. He hesitates and Rita starts to cry.

 

"Roy, stop it, stop it not again", shouts Rita. Roy swings a left in a wide arch. I jump up and block it, one hand on the sheet and another in front of my all too scarred face.  Roy is quick. He grabs my arm and twists it behind my back. He says, "You aren't half the man my father was. I'll teach you a thing or two, you come round here dogging my mother like that."  I say, "Look kid I was invited." But he's not listening.   I manage to deliver an elbow to the abdomen, but he hangs on.  I kick him in the shins with the back of my heels which only makes him madder and ratchet my arm higher another notch. 

 

All this time Rita is screaming, "Stop it, stop it, he's really a nice man, he's really a nice man."  He finally relents, loosens his grip, and tosses me to the ground like a broken match stick. Before he stomps out of the room he lays a boot to my ass, yelling, "You better not be here when I get back."  Not a very pleasant scene to say the least.  Not the way I figured our morning of bliss would end. 

 

I gingerly get off the floor, dust myself off and sit on the edge of the bed.  I look around for my clothes.  My head is spinning, my ass is aching, and I think that my arm might be broken.  Damage assessment completed I'm ready to get the hell out of this mad house.

 

Rita slides over to me on the bed.  She starts to run her fingers through my hair, but I recoil.  She starts bawling again. Tears are flowing and she's trying to speak. All I can make out is, he's had a rough time, father dead, he's not a bad boy, blah, blah, blah.  I think yea, me too, things are tough all over and they ain't getting any better. (Which reminds me, I gotta go home and let Tom out of the closet.)  I kiss Rita on the cheek and get dressed. I tell her I gotta leave. She doesn't protest. She doesn't expect any more or any less for that matter. Who am I after all, just another customer in the diner.  Rita throws on a bathrobe and sees me to the door.  Another peck, a good-bye wave and I'm out of there. She knows I won't be coming back.

 

The cosmic wheels of the universe have a strange way of spinning.  If you're lucky life tosses you a bone or two, most the time though you're getting thrown curves and sliders.  Some of these you'll hit and others you'll miss. But, then there are those really nasty dog days when the grease dries up in the gears, the axles lock and you just get tossed. I don't wish those on anybody.