{I was watching Danny write his stories, he spends a lot of time doing that on the computor. I asked him what he was doing and he said he was writing about me so I got up and peeked over his shoulder. Then he sat me down in his chair and let me read some of them.
I realized that Danny can be naughty when he feels like it, but I guess I knew that considering some of the things he has done to me.
I had to laugh, some of the stories I don't know where he came up with the stuff, it isn't him at all. But some of it actually is him. I know he was in a wheelchair for a long time, and I know he was in a war once. I can see bits and pieces of truth mixed in a lot of them.
Then he told me to write my part. I don't know how to and never have but he talked me into it, so here goes. We cheated a little bit, Danny helped me some, so if any words are mispelled then he did those...:)..}
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"Just write like you talk, that is all there is to it." He grinned at me. Then he reached down inside the armholes of my T-shirt and fiddled with me, telling me he was going to get me all excited so I would write some really really nasty stuff.
Sure, like I know how to do that. I do know what to do when Danny starts playing with my boobs, though. He knows that drives me crazy.
So it was a whole hour before I got back out here. lol. He had spent the whole time doing that thing he does with one finger while licking me so I was still trembling a little bit.
Then Danny left, I know he then sneaked outside to take a puff of his cigar. He thinks I don't know but as long as it's just one each day I pretend to not notice.
I didn't even really meet Danny that first day at the bar, he was just a customer. My head was full of all of the mess, my husband Bill had cheated on me and was hounding me, following me around all the time. That was bad enough but he refused to pay anything to help Billy or Sara so we were forced to go to Mom to get by. I got the job tending bar but even though it was only 4 days a week, that helped.
Danny heard me talking to Bill on the phone and I guess he knew I couldn't make all the rent, so he put some money down as a tip and just left.
What kind of man would do that? I didn't know but I was all excited, I even had 60 dollars left over to go buy food with. I had been feeding my kids noodles and cheese, and making pancakes, I even scrubbed the potatos real good and fed them the peelings since I knew the peeling had good nutrients.
I was worried about that but it was all I could do. Mom tried to help but she is disabled and on SSI, which isn't much. My kids were sleeping on her couch and I was sleeping on the floor.
A few days later I saw Danny sitting there so I went over to talk to him. To be honest I was thinking he had money and he was generous, and I had two kids and needed money. Maybe I was hoping for a sugar daddy? I really am not sure, but I know to feed Billy and Sara I would do absolutely anything at all.
It had even crossed my mind that if I had to, I actually would try to sell the only thing I had left. Our town was so small and there was no way to do that without everyone knowing, but the old man was a stranger so maybe?
I guess I should be honest, I was actually thinking that maybe this old man wanted to pay for some young sex, and I was almost resigned to give it to him if things worked out that way.
But Danny and I just talked, visited. He was interesting, funny, he made me laugh so hard I got tears in my eyes. He told me stories about the town and the old bar, things that had happened years before.
I don't know why, but I asked him to have dinner with me, I even told him I would pay although that probably would have meant Taco Bell. Of course he would not let me pay, I think I had figured on that, too.
Terrible of me, isn't it, but that is what happened.
We became friends, just like that. I really looked forward to seeing him. He would come in and sit at the bar, order coffee. Out would come those glasses, he stuck them right on the tip of his nose. He watched me work, that silly grin on his face that made him look like he was up to something all the time. I found myself hurrying to serve drinks to others so I could get back to where he was and talk.
Then Bill came in all mad and drunk. He was really mad because I had filed papers with the court to make him help with the kids, and he was madder because someone had told him stories about me seeing Danny. I can just imagine what those stories were, too.
The truth is that up until then I had been in bed with just three man and one was Bill. The other two were guys I met at work after we divorced, and they asked me out. I got a little bit drunk one night after I got off shift and let one man take me home. He took off my clothes and then he was on top of me and then he was right back off and done. I didn't go out with him any more after that.
The other guy was weeks later, he seemed nice and after a few dates I ended up in his bed, too. He did stick his face down between my legs and almost chewed pieces off of me, I didn't like that. Then I did it with him, too, but he was so small I almost couldn't feel anything. I wasn't drunk that time, it just happened.
I don't know why with either one of them, there was just nothing there. I mostly felt lonely, I guess.
Bill found out about both of them and we had a terrible fight. But he was always accusing me anyway, when we were together if I was gone 15 minutes too long shopping he would yell at me and demand to know who I had been with.
This time when Bill stormed into the bar he yelled at me, wanting to know who the old bastard was I had been fucking. He was loud and everybody was looking at us.
{I guess I can say the bad words here? Danny just laughed at me, told me to leave them in. It feels funny to say words like that, even typing them down.}
Anyway, Bill turned to Danny and stepped his way, I was just reaching for the phone to call the police. I was terrified that Bill would hurt Danny and Danny had done nothing at all.
I found out I didn't need to worry, Bill was bigger than Danny but that turned out to not matter.