“Yes. Why don’t you see for yourself?” I said sternly. I could tell by the way he held himself he was a Marlboro man. He reached down towards one of the cacti and extended his thumb and index finger. As he did I asked him if he liked flowers. He turned his head to respond and didn’t see the sharp cacti spine pierce the soft skin under his fingernail.
I noticed the pain in his eyes first. Blood sprayed everywhere. Blood on the flowers. My flowers. He gripped his fingers, wailed in pain spraying blood about the scene. His blood was dark red as it dried in the hot Arizona heat. His wail of agony reminded me of something I’d heard on a nature show Karl and I saw once. He reminded me of some beast from the Discovery Channel I couldn’t place. His name was Hoagie and meeting him changed my life.
I offered to wash the blood from his stained skin inside my marital domicile. He accepted like I hoped he would. We shared our life travels up to the present while washing blood from our persons. Hoagie was a great listener. Where Karl would always respond with the same “uh huh” every two minutes, Hoagie listened, cared and knew the struggles of a young woman.
After drying ourselves, I put on a kettle of water for tea. While trying to decide between Tootie Frutti Jinger Rutti or Earl Grey, Hoagie pulled out a knife and said, “Kate, I cannot let a crime of this magnitude go unpunished”. His face turned dark and mysterious, but I still wanted to know his feelings. He walked towards me as I began to back up against the cabinets. The knife came down on the wood near my head with a bloody hand clinging to the handle. Hoagie leaned in close and said, “Let’s watch some TV”.
Sex with Karl has always been amazing. I’ve never wanted anything more than my Karl, my one true love. Sure, we all think about having relations with someone other than our soul mate, but it’s sinful. It’s sinful to watch two human beings make love for pleasure. Hoagie, this Hoagie, made me watch, and watch, and watch. We watched two men make love for hours and hours.
“You’ll never understand what’s happened to me Kate,” he said in a desperate tone.
“Hoagie, please, I don’t understand,” I cried.
“Scott, oh Scott, my one true love is gone. You took the sweet liberty of life from him. I’ll never again see his shining eyes or never again hear his mysterious Orange County accent,” he said. Hoagie was in a trance recalling his long lost love.
“Please don’t hurt me Hoagie, Scott was my friend too. We had a wonderful dinner together that ended in a accident, that’s all” I said.
“It doesn’t matter anymore. The only thing that will pierce your pure soul is the sight of impure adult acts. Feast your eyes upon homosexual flesh,” he promoted with eyes fueled by fire.
“Please, no!” I pleaded. The sight of torrid, gay sex washed over me. Wave after wave of sweat and teary-eyed men vibrated through my bones. Slowly, I became calm. Slowly I became weak.
Hoagie was in frenzy next to me. Drool from his mouth pooled on the floor as he muddled words of lasting love. I knew these words so well; I had just spoken them on the happiest day of my …life? Hoagie moaned and moaned. His cries drowned out the sound of the door being kicked in by an angry foot. Standing there, in the dusty drone of gay porn stood a female figure. The freckled face of her Texan sunburn screamed youthful curiosity.
“Hey Kate, wanna get outta here?” she said.
I couldn’t believe my eyes and I said “What’s under your shirt?”.
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Whoa, Scott and the Hoagster fagged together? That's totally against frat tradition. Next reunion, we'll make sure they lose Soggy Cracker and they'll have to eat all our man juice. Then we'll make them drink, like a stupid frosh pledge. Fraternity-out!
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