Chapter One
The Meat Market
It was early Saturday morning and I was looking over a couple of t-bone steaks trying to decide which one to buy. When I felt someone tapping me on the shoulder and asking me loudly in a raspy smokers voice, "Meat is that you? Old Buddy"
As I tuned around I was surprised to see this big haft bald guy standing behind me. He was wearing a grubby old football jersey that didn't completely cover gut. His naval was exposed and surrounded by hair and it was filled with belly lint.
His stomach was so huge and it was hanging over the top of his worn out blue jeans! I noticed as I looked him over that he had a can of beer in one hand and an unlit cigar in the other.
He was reeking of alcohol and stunk from tobacco smoke, his eyes were glassy looking and blood shot. It was obvious that he was already half in the bag, and it wasn't even 10 AM.
I had no idea who the hell he was, so I was completely dumb founded by him. I replied, "Yeah Man that's me." As I answered him; I was thinking to myself and who the hell, are you?
The guy deliberately belched filling the air with his foul smelling breath. Then he punched me on the shoulder like we were buddies.
He had a drunken shit eaten grin on his red blotchy face as he started rambling on, "Holy fuck man how it hanging Buddy you getting much? I bet you're still humping every whore in town. I haven't seen you since High School. You remember me don't you?"
I was standing there with my mouth hanging open. As I though to myself No I don't remember you. Then I noticed there was a tall whore-ish looking blue eyed woman with shoulder length dyed black hair, standing next to him.
She was wearing a dark red halter tops that went around her neck cradling her full heavy natural breasts. She didn't have those big flabby flopping whoppers that some women her age have. Her tits were still nicely upturned and perky looking.
As I unconsciously ogled her womanish looking boobs, I noticed that her nipples were becoming erect. From what I could see her belly was just a little puffy probably from having kids.
There were a bunch of kids hanging around her so I couldn't see her from the waist down. The children were ranging in ages from a rag rat in a baby stroller, up to a tall well build teenage girl that looked like a younger version of her Mother
But even with her slutty looks, small pot belly and over sized boobs. The whore-ish looking woman was still extremely sexy looking in a mature womanly sort of way, and I got the impression, she knew it.
But there was something vaguely familiar about her!
The guy was now asking me loudly, in his raspy smoker's voice," Meat, you remember us don't you? I'm Booby Clark and this cock chasing cunt, is my wife Betty?"
When he said that; his wife looked up at the ceiling and began shaking her head from side to side in an obvious display of utter contempt and disgust for her fat dirty foul mouthed drunken husband.
I knew immediately that these two were miserable together. Then it hit me, like a volt of lightening, who the hell they were, and I couldn't believe it!
He was the high school quarterback and she was that tall long legged cheerleader that he went with; and I consistently fantasized about fucking her, all the while I was in high school.