PART TWO m – The Townhouse

  "Honey?"

  "Yes dear."

  "The girls were wondering what was up with what we talked about earlier."

  "Can I get a clue?"

  "Meat market ring a bell."

  "Oh. I told you my thoughts. These two? I'll see what I can do. I'm not particurly interested in… the third point of view…"

  He pointed upstairs. Where a sleeping it off and sulking zy whore number three could hide all she wanted and no one would demand her presence. So now, naturally Light, and Right, and even me? All were sitting and staring at him.

  "What?"

  "Its summer. What can be done."

  "What do you girls think? We just drive down to the gym. Yeah. I'll take one of those, one of those… not that one, and… two of those. Bathe them, and have them sent up to this address. Oil the ripped guys up, please. That one? Spray tan. Yes, yes… I know that's an extra twenty bucks. Money's no option, for my Little Lightning and her wing girl, I want only the best for my room mates."

  We all exploded into well entertained ughter. Light and Right both did high five and smiled, and said that it should work like that.

  "What the hell? I'm not a pimp!"

  More ughter.

  "Do… you girls have any money? Just saying…"

  More ughter.

  "The hell. Like I remember the st time, a couple of us guys were sitting around. Hey, female friend of mine… call up several girls. March them up here. We'll all pick one. When's that shit ever happened once."

  Lightning came over to her big sister, and we talked in brief little spurts, Some giggling, some looking, some pointing. Now nodding and hand waving.

  My boyfriend just sat there, still in comedian mode.

  "Oh. Now I just know I'm fucked somehow. This can't be good."

  Lightning went and sat down next to him. He gnced over, and ignored her. She id her head on his shoulder, or more accurately tried to, and I ughed as he jumped up and acted like a spider was on him.

  "Why are you touching me? Honey. She touched me."

  I giggled and shrugged and the two young girls ughed. She did it again.

  "Stop that!"

  She did it again.

  "Honey? She did it again. She touched me! Take her outside, and shit stomp her. Its a rule. Little one? Rules are rules. You touched me, you get beat up."

  Now she started running her fingers up his arm. Walking them, the annoying little girl trick, giggling and ughing. It was sometimes hard to remember, she was turning 19. She was little more than some small town teenager, from a lower middle css existence. She could kick a ball like no one's business though, and her little town had been in the middle of a big, conglomerated, mess of schools brought in to create a big quad A setup. She, was the highest female product of that, in the soccer world. She was probably little different in most ways from anyone who had known her at 14 or 15.

  "Why aren't you beating her up? You beat everyone up! For everything! Violence? Solves it! Doesn't matter what it is!"

  The more he pretended to be mad, the more the little girls ughed. Somehow and some way, that was what they were now. Two young girls. Giggling and being silly. I realized the grim truth, that it was most likely all or mostly number three's influence that produced the drunken bar whoring around. Maybe even the bad boy older guy shit as well. Looking at this dispy, I was becoming more certain of it.

  "Am I allowed to beat her up?"

  I shook my head, giggling.

  "Then I'm gonna pull your eyeballs out and skull fuck you!!"

  His yelling scary voice that they had already heard produced no more than peals of ughter now from both… well, they were just little girls now and nothing more.

  He feigned sighing, and resignation. He palmed his face, and peeked out through spread fingers.

  "I don't believe this shit…"

  She finally id her head on his shoulder, and walked her fingers up his arm. He was all out of gas.

  "Pwease, papa bear… pwease."

  This was entertainment.

  "The fuck is a papa bear."

  The girls giggled. One pointed, the other covered her mouth, giggling.

  "Papa bear?"

  I nodded.

  "I'm called the momma bear. You, have been staying in my… den. Apparently? You are now papa bear."

  "This sounds like some cutesy shit to get what they want. I ain't buying it."

  The walking fingers, the head on the shoulder, the papa bear pwease… followed now by her new weapon. A cute little pout and the puppy dog eyes.

  "All right… all right… I can see it now. I'm expected to whore out my little sister. Am I supposed to get her drunk and help hold her legs open too? Christ almighty… you have a video of the contest?"

  "Hmm. Actually, I set my phone out, and I have all of it."

  "From when to when?"

  "Uh, they start stretching, to… she almost broke her neck if she didn't nd like a cat."

  "That'll work…"

  "For what?"

  "You want me to whore her out? I need ad copy. Christ, we're trying to sell a product here…"

  The girls giggled. He finally grabbed his phone, and started texting. Then he got a call.

  "Yeah. Its me. Huh? No, its not for me. Send me a gym pic, if you have one… huh?… because I'm gay now, and I wanna bone you in the ass. That's why… just send the motherfucker, would you? Good god. I'm sending you a video. Watch it first, then call me back. After you send me the gym pic… what? Watch the video. You'll figure it out… huh? Oh, yeah. Its a video of me sticking a hot dog up my ass. Just shut up and watch it. Bye."

  They eyed him, and both were now doing their best pouts and puppy dog eyes.

  "Yes. Bachelor number one picture? On the way."

  The girls cpped and giggled. Eventually, the phone beeped.

  "Here girls. Bachelor number one."

  The two girls passed the phone back and forth, looking and swiping at the couple of pictures he had been sent. There was the now somewhat requisite giggling, smiling, and whispering back and forth.

  "So. What do you think?"

  "Light likes."

  "Well. And bachelorette number two?"

  "That's not half bad."

  "And which one of you likes him more?"

  The girls looked at each other, and Right flicked her hand. Go on, it said. Little Lightning raised her hand, smiling sheepishly.

  "Yeah. I can get that here, directly. He's doing what we're doing right here, right now. Sitting around his apartment. Would you two young dies like me to get him here, for you to check him out, huh?"

  They both smiled, and nodded.

  "We got a problem."

  Light wanted to know what the problem was.

  "You two might not like him."

  They wanted to know why.

  "Oh. He has a job. He's getting a real degree. He's not a bum. Not to mention, he's a nice guy. He was in the Army for four years, to get money for college. We're taught to say yes sir, no sir. Yes ma'am, no ma'am. When you meet him? He's going to ask you your name? And call you Miss so and so. If you hand him a cup of coffee? He's going to say… why thank you ma'am."

  Light asked if he was single.

  "Yes. He's single. He dumped his st girlfriend."

  Light asked why.

  "The truth? She was running around like a complete whore. He doesn't put up with that shit. He's like me. He's serious about school, we didn't spend four years in the service to get college money, just to waste our time and get a piece of paper we might as well wipe our ass with. He works Saturdays and Sundays as a mechanic on the big rigs. It's a decent paying side job. Not everyone can work on big rigs. One of his wrenches? Weighs half of what you weigh, Light. He has a wrench in each hand, he's carrying your body weight around, like he's carrying a cup of coffee in one hand, and a sandwich in the other. He makes decent money per hour doing that, and it's just enough he can rent a room in a house with a couple other Army guys, and afford to eat. He has a decent used work truck, because he works at a garage. Going to the bar every night? Ain't his priority. And like I said. He won't go out with a girl that wants to run around like a turbo-whore."

  "But he's coming over?"

  "Yes. Boys like girls, you know. Apparently the video generated some interest with him and his room mates, who were sitting around watching movies, and having a sausage party. Apparently, the boys thought the scenery up here might be a fun way to spend a few hours. I might have happened to mention, that I'm living with a bunch of girls, and that all the apartments on either side of me, are filled with girls that work out, and don't look like fat, zy, typical American girls. We all work out together in the gym. So Right? You'll get a couple guys to check out too. Wouldn't want you to feel left out."

  "What are we all gonna do? Sit around watch movies?"

  "Right? Light? You wanna check the boys out? My girl sitting right there, made a joke about calling the gym the meat market. You girls wanted to go shopping. Thought you girls might enjoy a little show."

  "Male strippers? Sounds like fun."

  My boyfriend ughed.

  "No, hun. These aren't a bunch of prancing faggots. They were all Army, they nicknamed their house the barracks. Took them a year, to get all Army guys renting the rooms. So they don't have to live with a bunch of jack offs. The boys, are all guys I work out with. They got some old wrestling mats in the basement. Figured you girls might enjoy seeing the boys work out for fun. Boys are bringing up stuff for the little BBQ they were gonna have, and I had them bring up some headgear and pads."

  "What's that stuff for?"

  "You'll see. Honey? I assume its all right with you. You suggested a meat show. Best I could give you on such short notice."

  "Are you asking my permission?"

  "Yes. You're head of household, aren't you?"

  "Then yes, dear. I asked you. Sounds like fun."