Kim ends up moving back home with her daughter because her daughter ends up partying too much and starts heavily screwing up her life. I tried to keep close with Michelle, but she too left to return back to Oregon for the summer vacation from college, going home to be with her family and boyfriend. It sucks to say, I'm back to the single life.
I end up getting a better job through my temp agency at this time as well. There is this sexy Asian lady, Kia Serenity, and she's smoking hot. I'm there to pick up my check and we start some small talk. Her eyes are so enticing and her body is to die for, but what really sets me off is her Asian accent.
"David, I have new job open. You want to try," she asked, and my mind is focused on other things, so all I can do is smile. I begin to wonder if she smokes cigarettes, and the thought drives my fat dick wild in my jeans. It starts to squirm, crawling down my pants leg as it comes to life.
She continues on, telling me it's a mining company where I would be using a crane and putting a rust inhibitor with a preventative treatment on the parts. I tell her I'm all for it, and I get so excited for the interview, I make sure I get all dressed up to make the best possible first impression. I thank Kia for all the help in getting me a better job and make my way home, thinking about all the great things that have happened so far.
I've been free for almost two years, and despite a couple stumbles here and there, I've been able to make the most of it. I don't have much longer on the electronic monitoring bracelet, which is something I've been looking forward to the most. I call Mom to tell her the great news, and she's proud of me, happy that I'm staying out of trouble and doing the best things for myself. I call Rozanne next, and when she invites me over for a congratulatory dinner, I accept without thinking. Her food is to die for, and her pussy is always willing to accept my big, fat dick.
I'm so excited to go into the interview, I have to remind myself to stay calm and be patient. I find out that the place, and employer, does not care about my prison record and likes my vocational training for machine tooling I received while locked up. The shift supervisor walks me around the shop in a quick tour, telling me about the three companies that utilize their warehouse and facilities. They have a contract with a mining company, a crane manufacturer, and another contract with the Department of Defense for the military humvees; according to him, all the vehicles from across the United States come to this location for overhauling and treatment of specialized parts. At the end of the tour, he tests me on my skills using a caliper, a micrometer, and a vernier, which I pass with flying colors. The last thing he tells me is I have the job before shaking my hand and that I start on Monday. Once I'm back in my truck, I call my P.O. and tell him the change in employment. He's just as happy as I am and tells me that I'm a week away from getting the bracelet off.
As soon as the words leave his mouth, my mind splits into two thoughts: one, the celebration of getting a job and being so close to no longer wearing the monitor; two, what I want to do first once that ankle bracelet is gone. I figure I have some time to think about the latter, so for now, I need to celebrate another step in the right direction.
I rush over to Mom's house and we grab some beers and Ponzarottas from Jimmy's Grotto to celebrate. I can feel the happiness beaming from her as I tell her the great news from both sources. Then she has to go and break the moment, asking, "Are you getting any chocha?" There is nothing more embarrassing than my mom asking me if I'm getting any pussy, so all I can do is laugh and walk away.
I walk into my room and feel the presence of walking into a safe haven. I find so much peace in this home where I grew up in, it only emphasizes how well things have been going for me. I smoke a fat joint to cap off the celebration when I see my mom poke her head in the room.
"Smells like Cheech and Chong in here," she says, making me giggle. I go to pass her the joint, and she only rolls her eyes while I was sitting on the floor, going through my porn collection. I start going through the old prison property and my 1970s VHS cassettes wen she looks accusingly at me. "Are you gonna be masturbating now," she asks with a playful, scolding tone.
"Mom, get outta here," I tell her, and she simply walks away with a smile. My phone rings and I see it's my great friend Bergie. He tells me that he's been having problems drinking, lost his job and is stuck trying to make ends meet while on unemployment. The problem with my brother is when he gets lonely, he drinks vodka like a fish. He's only a few minutes from Mom's so I grab some tortillas with cheese and some weed that I keep in my room and head over to his place. I make a mental note to grab some more weed, that I'm down to just a few ounces.
I show up on Bergie's doorstep and he's wasted from the word 'go'.
"Dave, come in bro," he yells in his slurred speech, "you got weed man?" I toss him the food, take a seat at his bar table and break out the pot, rolling up a huge joint while he's mixing up a vodka and Mountain Dew for me. "Dave, I got a room for rent. Help me out, bro."
"What do you got," I ask, and he shows me the nice room near the back of the place. The idea of cheaper rent is appealing, and I'd be close to my Mom, which would make her happy too.
"Look bro," he yells out, diverting my attention from the room, "I hit four food pantries today. We're all set. I just need help in rent, bro."
I sit back down at the bar table and tell him about the new job I just got. I want to be happy, but he's depressed about not finding any work, and it starts dragging me down. "Look bro, my lease is up in Milwaukee in three weeks, and I'm off parole in two. Next month, I'll move in, help you out."
He grabs me and hugs me, nothing but smiles. We smoke up and eat some roast beef, then split to the park and play Frisbee.
At this time, I'm super buzzed and I love to play Frisbee. We're playing up a storm, the sun is shining and I'm sweating, enjoying the sun beating against my tan skin. I'm tipping the Frisbee up and catching it behind my back, pulling off trick catches and throws when I see Bergie staring at two ladies sipping wine coolers. They're watching us just as intently as he is them, so I toss the Frisbee by them, acting like it's an accident.
"Oops, hi ladies," I say, placing my eyes on a young, hot, tattooed blonde. She's shielding her eyes from the sun, looking up at me with admiration.
"Nice tattoos," she says, looking closely at my prison ink. "My friend wants to talk to your friend, and I want to talk to you."
She starts giving me the most enticing smile I've ever seen, and I tell her, "I like your tattoos as well. Want to smoke a fat one? You ladies like weed?"
I didn't need to say anything else. I'm introduced to Margo and she stands up as we light up a joint and pass it back and forth; as we're smoking, I see her staring at my Aztec prison art on my back. "Cook cards," then, "nice naked ladies." I look into her eyes, her light blue irises are like liquid water, turning my back from her. "What do they mean?"