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They were about to be snowed in. She was so excited, and couldn't think of a better person she'd rather be stuck with.
She had wrestled with being cray cray all morning. Maybe that could explain why she lost him - she was fucking nuts. Why not? she actually had been pretty nuts in the past, and she felt completely insane and texted him all the time and chased chased chased.
"I don't mind fucking girls who are mentally fucked up or have daddy issues. Someone is going to fuck them. May as well be me."
She started - had she told him she had daddy issues or was it just obvious from a million miles away - like a neon sign that says "daughter of an emotionally absent mother and a sexual molesting father"? She had thought she had hid it. It didn't seem like something to spring on someone until she trusted them. She certainly didn't trust this hombre yet.
So, she tried to make light of it, "well of course you did. Why not, and what a great man to have them be fucked by someone like you - someone so strong, caring, and nurturing. It was a gift you gave them."
He laughed, "you're such a cunt."
She danced for him and wondered if he made love differently to other people - or if it was always like with her - where he just uses bodies to get off on and pay mommy back. Control with a capital C. It could fit, and she wondered what she could say honestly, "oh, I don't mind fucking boys who are emotionally checked out and coldly pissed off at their abandoning mothers - I mean someone's going to be using me for retribution- may as well be them."
She said it out loud after all - he couldn't have all the points.
He threw the thing that they always throw: "you're crazy. I'm a dad. I can't have you around me with your instability."
She laughed bitterly. "Your kids are adults. I'm sensitive and highly intelligent, and I learned at an early age to adapt by pleasing and fawning and chasing every scrap of attention thrown over the walls. Fuck you."
He leaned over to her, "do you really want to? I don't mind. I haven't gotten laid since the last time you crawled on top of me with your needy pleasing moist..."
She cut him off by grabbing his dick.
"you're not even hard. Let's watch a movie instead and order some Indian food and watch the snow."
"OK. but I'm going to fuck you later, and I'm going to try to find that clitoris."
She laughed heartily, "oh no worries - I can definitely take the lead on that hunt. Perhaps your tongue could even do a debut on the ole clitoral stimulation."
He looked up from the crossword puzzle. "baby steps. baby steps. Here's one you might know. What's a ten letter word for virgin maiden crone?"
"Oh that's too easy. Is this really the New York Times?"
"well, it's the Sunday edition - that's the one all the Rubes do."
"three fates. I made myself learn it for trivia long ago: Clotho, Lachesis, and Atropos"
He looked down at his phone. "wow, you're right. I love your brain."
"good. I have the hardest time shutting it off."
"Did you want a drink? you said today is your last day of rending your hair shirt and wearing the widow's weeds and mythologizing me."
She looked at her phone. "Let's do Irish whiskey"
"And beer. I know you like Tropicalia IPA." She hits him, and he grins. "I'll order it on the app."
"Wow, you never order food to your house. I'm impressed with your daring. We better hurry before the snow sticks."
"first time for everything narcissi."
"indeed Mr. Leon."
She steps up and opens the blinds. It hasn't started yet.
She flashed him a real smile and looked into the mirror to make sure.
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