In a Few Words
Collected Short Stories of Devon Layne and Nathan Everett

100 Days

©2015 Elder Road Books
Originally published at StoriesOnline.net
2015 SOL Valentine’s Day Contest Winner
2015 Clitorides awards, “Best Erotic Seasonal Story”
and second place “Best Erotic Do-Over Story”

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I WOKE WITH A START when the garbage truck dropped the dumpster behind my townhouse. Oh, my head. I snuggled up against Jane and cupped her breast in my left hand as we spooned together in bed, my hard cock wedged comfortably between her ass cheeks. She moaned a little and turned to kiss me good morning.

Fucking hell! This wasn’t Jane.

And the worst day of my life began.

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Let me tell you; it really had to go some to get worse than yesterday. I thought that was unbeatable. Oh, it started great. I was on a roll at work and ready to close another sale. I sell systems for analytical accounting. This isn’t your everyday laptop computer system. Network, servers, software, training, security. That’s what our firm offers. I sell it.

If you’ve ever tried to sell something to a huge corporation or conglomerate or holding company, you know these guys don’t just walk into Best Buy and leave with a new system. Selling them on revamping their entire network so they can run state of the art analysis on markets and competition, making sure they are safe from cyber-attack, and ensuring they’re a step ahead of the competition is a long process. It takes about 100 days to make a sale. Once the sale is made, it has to be handled, the network actually designed and configured, everything installed, and employees trained. That takes the balance of a year. At any given time, I’ve got a client prospecting, one proposing, one closing, one in design, one in installation, and one in implementation.

How can I make a living just selling a system every 100 days? Well, each sale ranges between $2 million and $5 million. I work on commission. Just three percent. That’s about $250-300k a year. I get by. It was nearly the middle of February and I was counting down the days until Carlo Bonelli Markets would close on their new system. I was going through contracts all morning, making sure every ‘i’ was dotted and every ‘t’ was crossed. This was going to be a good one. They’d asked for revisions to the first proposal, but it turned out to be for bigger and more powerful servers so our net was going up.

I’d been beating up on our legal department to make corrections when I had to leave to attend the monthly sales meeting. I yelled at the paralegal that I expected the corrected contracts on my desk when I got my 2:00 p.m. break.

The company has long held that monthly sales meetings were mandatory. You didn’t schedule meetings, go on trips, or sleep through a sales meeting. They were slated for the entire afternoon, but we got two breaks to make sure our accounts were okay. I joined the other reps in the war room where they had our usual sandwiches and coffee waiting for us. Mike Herman, the VP of Sales, always launched the meeting while we were chowing down. It was all corporate policy, turning in expense reports, and recognizing a top sale of the month. You have to understand that three and a half sales a year aren’t enough to keep a company our size afloat. There are twenty of us out pounding the pavement, so to speak.

“So we think you’ll be happy with the new benefits plan for this fiscal year. We’re picking up better health coverage and including a club membership at Run-In Fitness on the main floor. Your benefits will include weight management and we’re encouraging each of you to take advantage of that. You work long hard hours and you don’t take care of yourselves. I want this whole crew in fighting trim. You get healthy and stay healthy. We all live long and prosper.” There was a lot of tittering and a few groans. I glanced around me. I’d put on a few pounds myself and could use a daily workout routine. I wondered when I’d work that into my schedule.

“That brings us to this year’s compensation package. You’ll all be glad to know that we are fixing a new base for you so you never have to worry about going home without a paycheck in those long dry spells.” There was a bit of applause and some ‘About time’ comments. Mike kept going. “We’re upping the 401k matching program to five percent up to the limit allowed by the government. This year that can be as much as an extra six grand in your retirement fund. There’s a circular that everyone is getting that goes over the usual gobbledy-gook from the government about how much you can put aside pre-tax each year. And you’ll be glad to know that even with these increased benefits, we’re maintaining a two percent commission rate for all sales, effective immediately.”

He made it all sound so much like we were making out like bandits that it took a minute for that to soak in. They were increasing our 401k match by two percent and giving us a health club membership in exchange for a third of our commissions? What the fuck?

“Mike, that’s effectively going to knock our compensation down by over twenty percent,” I said. “What gives? We signed on for a three percent commission. I’m not interested in a stupid health club membership that costs me a hundred grand a year.”

“Your numbers are all wrong, Dallas. Nobody’s going to lose a hundred grand a year. Hell, some of these guys aren’t even making a hundred a year yet. This is going to give everybody some badly needed support.”

“I don’t need that kind of support. I need the bucks I’ve been making. It’s what the company agreed to.”

That was the beginning of the end. Mike doesn’t like to be challenged about anything. Which I did. You sure don’t want to tell him to pull his head out of his ass. Which I did. And you never want to give him an ultimatum. Which I did. And you never ever want to question his ancestry. Which I did.

“Pack your shit and get out of my company!” he yelled at me.

“Fuck you!” I responded.

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I don’t keep personal crap at the office. It’s where I work. I don’t need pictures and potted plants and posters of the Steelers. I don’t use my work computer for personal email or to watch porn. I go to work to make fucking money. I grabbed my jacket and walked out the door.

I was unemployed.

My phone rang as I walked to the bus stop. I hate driving in the city. I looked at the screen hoping it was Jane. Instead I saw it was Emory Wallace, our CEO. I didn’t bother to answer. I threw my phone down on the sidewalk as hard as I could. “Fuck you!” I shouted as it shattered. The back popped off and the battery skittered across the sidewalk, right to the feet of a meter cop. He looked at me with his arms folded across his chest. I got down on my knees and picked up the pieces. I grabbed the SIM and the memory card out of the wreckage and tossed the rest in a trashcan. Who needs a phone?

I thought about stopping at Lou’s Manhattan Club for a drink, but I didn’t want to be close enough to the office that I might run into someone I knew. I got off the bus at Jane’s apartment and let myself in. I kept a couple bottles of single malt scotch there and I was going to pour three fingers. Unfortunately, Jane was on swing shift and had just gone to work.

I flopped down in the living room and turned on the tube, automatically going to the Forbes channel to watch the corporate report. I took a long drink of my scotch. It burned so good.

“What are you doing here, Dallas? It’s the middle of the day.”

Oh God! Suze. She’s a dish. Not only does she have a well-endowed shape beneath her coal-black hair, she’s downright nice. I’ve known her as long as I’ve known Jane. In fact, the two of them have always been roommates and best friends. Jane is a little taller and is a comfortable fit for my six-two frame. Just as stacked and just as nice as her roommate. We used to do everything together. Over time, it became more Jane and me. Oh we still all went out together, but somewhere along the line Jane and I had become a couple and Suze was our friend. A good friend.

“I got fired.”

“No shit? How could they do that? You’re like their top producer.”

“I’m not ‘like’ the top producer. I am the top producer. Was. They can go to hell.”

“I’ll join you in one of those,” she said. “It must be five o’clock somewhere.” She poured herself a scotch and plopped down on the sofa next to me. “I’m really sorry, Dal. Getting laid off really sucks.”

“I wasn’t laid off. I was summarily fired. To quote: ‘Pack your shit and get out of my company.’ I just grabbed my jacket and left. They can have my box of Kleenex and bottle of aspirin.”

“What happened?” Suze slid over next to me and put an arm around my shoulders. I leaned in against her. She smelled good. In a few minutes she’d coaxed the story out of me. It was replete with as many expletives as I could fabricate. Eventually I’d have to apologize to her for my language, but I was too steamed right now to care. “Did you call Jane? Text her?”

“I… uh… broke my phone.”

“Dal, you’ve really got to control your anger. Look what it cost you today. They wanted to take a hundred grand from you, so you threw away three hundred.”

“Thanks. That puts it all in perspective.”

“I can see there’s no use trying to reason with you today. This calls for serious alcohol therapy. Give me a minute to change. Start thinking of where you’re planning to take me. But I’ll drive,” she said, heading for her bedroom.

“Thanks. I took the bus today. Fucking city traffic.”

“Fine. We’ll head for the country.”

Yeah. That would do. About five miles farther out, there was a country bar called The Roadhouse. They might even have some music. I needed music. And more alcohol. And ribs. They have great ribs. And sex. Shit. Jane won’t get off till midnight and by then I’ll be too blitzed to get it up. Maybe I could get Suze to take me to Foxy’s Gentlemen’s Club. I’ve long suspected she appreciated some of the same things in women that I did. She even looked at Jane the same way I did.

We didn’t make Foxy’s. We did get to The Roadhouse and had a seven course dinner: A rack of ribs and a six-pack. And there was music. Suze dragged me out to do a line-dance and we ended up on the dancefloor for an hour. Then one of those sad country songs started playing. My wife left me, my dog died, and my truck won’t start. I was turning to go get another beer when Suze pulled me to her and started swaying to the music. She wrapped both hands around the back of my neck and I put mine on her waist while she did her best to polish my belt-buckle. Something seemed to keep getting in the way.

I don’t know what the rest of the music was like. We never changed positions. Well, except that I found my hands somehow down on her ass and her lips plastered against mine with her tongue prospecting for gold. Even with as much as I’d been sweating while we danced, I’d had the equivalent of three scotches, a double Tanqueray martini while we waited to be seated, a six-pack of beer, and a Courvoisier during a break while we were dancing. It was a good thing Suze drove. She was the responsible one. I just leaned my head back in the passenger seat and reached over to put my hand on her leg.

She didn’t object.

Oh, Suze of so many fantasies. I got to playing them in my head and stroking up and down her thigh. I don’t think she moved her skirt, so I must have managed to get my hand under the hem and started caressing her bare leg.

She didn’t object.

When she pulled up in front my house, I leaned over and kissed her. My hand rode farther up her leg and her breathing sped up as I stroked the gusset of her panties.

“Let’s get you to bed,” she whispered. “You’ve had a rough day.”

We stumbled into the house. I might not be as drunk as I appeared, but I was going to have a sweet hangover in the morning. She helped me to the bathroom and when I just stood there she started the water running in the shower and got me undressed. My cock seemed to be working fine. When she got it uncovered, it started rising for her inspection. I tugged at her little blouse and she helped by unbuttoning it. It slid off her shoulders revealing two beautiful breasts that begged to be sucked. I could never resist a beggar. Suze gasped as my lips closed around her nipple and I flicked it with my tongue.

She didn’t object.

She helped me into the shower and then lost her skirt and panties so she could join me, mostly holding me up so I didn’t collapse in there. I wanted to fuck her, but I wasn’t stable enough on my feet to do it in the shower. Instead, I let her wash me while I played with her tits and interrupted by kissing her. She shut off the water and I brushed my teeth while she toweled us off. She led me into the bedroom and turned back the covers for me to get in. I slid over and pulled on her hand to get her to join me.

She didn’t object.

Silence is consent, right? We kissed. I fondled her and she held my cock. She was wet. I rolled on top of her, nudging her legs apart and she guided me into her. It didn’t last long but it was breathtaking. She thrust up against me and I emptied myself into her as she whined in my ear and raked my back with her nails.

That orgasm might have been the most intense of my life. When I was drained, I collapsed. I don’t even remember slipping out of her.

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That was yesterday. Today, my head throbbed. My stomach was boiling over. My cock was rigid and pushing against Suze.

“I’m not quite ready, lover. Kiss me a little like you did last night. I’ll moisten up.” My lips engaged hers and she moved against me. I played with her nipples and she became more active. That was bad news. Fucking with a hangover is fine in theory but in practice, my stomach was rebelling. I pushed myself away from her and rushed to the bathroom where I emptied what remained in my gut. Then I lay there with dry heaves, hugging the porcelain.

I drank three glasses of water and then stepped into the shower. My hard-on had long gone. I stood under the water wishing I’d never been born. I pissed and heaved up the water I’d drunk. Then I just stood under the water some more. It finally started getting cold and I shut it off. I stared at myself in the mirror, my day’s growth of beard looking too hard to shave. My eyes were dark and it looked like I’d burst a vessel when I threw up.

So this is what an unemployed loser looks like.

I grabbed a couple aspirin and drank another glass of water. Slowly. Suze wasn’t in the bedroom when I stumbled back there. I grabbed a pair of jeans and a T-shirt and pulled them on. I could hear noise in the kitchen and hoped Suze had put coffee on. I walked into the kitchen and stopped to stare. She was wearing one of my T-shirts and it covered her to exactly her crotch. Every time she moved a little, it uncovered her enough that I could see her pussy lips. I appreciated the view, but I needed coffee.

She turned around when she heard me and handed me a cup. Then she tortured me by turning on the blender. When it was mercifully off she poured a red concoction into a tall glass and handed that to me. How the hell did she know where I kept everything?

“Happy Valentine’s Day,” she said flatly as I sniffed at the glass. V8. Who knew what else? I tipped the glass back and guzzled it down. Tabasco. Lots of it. I gulped more coffee. Suze sat on the opposite side of the kitchen table from me. I hesitated. It felt like her anti-hangover remedy was going to stay down. “We have a problem,” she said.

“Oh fuck! Don’t tell me you’re pregnant.”

“That would be rich. Lose your job, get drunk, fuck your girlfriend’s best friend, and end up a deadbeat dad, all before noon on Valentine’s Day.” I stared at her. Was she bitter? She certainly didn’t object to fucking her best friend’s boyfriend last night. Did she? “Not even thinking about Jane, are you?”

“I’m thinking of nothing else.”

“Well, get your thoughts together. She’ll be here in a few minutes.”

“Shit!” I looked at the clock. It was after ten. That was as early as Jane ever got up when she worked until midnight. And she was headed here. The avenging wronged woman. I was not in the mood.

I heard her key in the lock. I was going to have to have them changed.

“Well, this is a fine Valentine’s Day present. My best friend and my boyfriend looking like they just rolled out of bed with each other. What, exactly, should I think about that?”

“Don’t even start, Jane,” I said. “I lost my job, got drunk, and fucked your roommate. She hasn’t told me yet if she might be pregnant. I’m a loser and you are both just as well off to be rid of me.” I walked out of the kitchen, jammed my feet in a pair of shoes, and grabbed my jacket. They were still sitting there staring at me. “For what it’s worth, I’m sorry. I’m sorry for this whole fucking life.” I walked out.

It was cold and I hadn’t worn a heavy enough jacket. No hat and no gloves. And no destination. Great! I’d be frost-bitten before I got anywhere. That was just the start of my rotten V-Day. I had just turned the corner to get to my usual bus stop and saw there was a bit of a crowd there. I usually catch an earlier bus and don’t see the shoppers and sightseers. The bus was on its way. I was about ten feet away when a toddler stepped into the street, unnoticed by his mother. Just in time for the bus. Blood spattered on the front of my T-shirt and I turned and heaved.

There was screaming. A lot of it. Some of it was mine. That poor kid. That poor bus driver. That poor mother. And all the rest of us who had seen what happened.

Sirens screamed. Police asked questions. In the middle of it, the young mother grabbed an officer’s gun out of his belt and shoved it in her mouth. She went to join her toddler.

When the police were finally done asking questions, I stumbled away. It was after noon. My stomach rumbled and I made it to a trash barrel to heave again. I stopped at a café a few blocks away and ordered coffee.

“What do you want to eat?” I looked at the waitress. She had red puffy eyes and looked at me with disgust.

“Just coffee.”

“You’re at a table. Food order required.” Fuck! I looked at the menu she shoved in front of me.

“Give me that. Joe’s Eggs.” She was back in a few minutes with a plateful of scrambled eggs with spinach and hamburger. I shoveled half of them down and choked on the coffee. I tossed what cash I had on the table and left. I knew it wasn’t enough to cover the bill. I’d come back some other time and make it up to them. That will teach me to leave the house without my wallet.

I sat on a park bench most of the afternoon, shivering as I wondered, against my will, what my clients were going to think when their contracts didn’t show up and how much money I was losing on just this one deal. I could have closed it in the next couple days. We were that close.

While I sat there, looking ahead of me, but not really registering anything I could see. A bag-lady wandered by. She was looking in a trashcan to see what might be left when two young thugs grabbed her shopping bags and took off.

Damn it! I’d heard enough screaming for one day. The old lady sank down next to the can and sobbed.

Fuck! You know what they say. I cried because I had no shoes until I met a man who had no feet. I was such a fucking prick. I deserved everything I got. This old lady?

I went to her, afraid to get too close. I sure didn’t need cops questioning me or her accusing me of stealing her bags.

“Can I help you?” I asked softly. “Do you have someplace to go?”

“It was everything I had,” she wept. “It wasn’t much, but it was everything.”

“Let’s find you some shelter. Where do you usually go at night?” She pointed down the street and I could see the sign for a mission. “Can I help you up?” She raised her hand and I helped her to her feet. She leaned on me heavily as we made our way to the mission. I didn’t really know how these things worked. I figured I could drop her off at the door and escape. It didn’t work that way.

“Mildred! What happened to you?”

“They took my bags. They took everything,” she wailed.

“Come in here, honey,” the matron of the mission said, reaching for her. Mildred went with her, but she didn’t let go of my arm. “Who are you?” the matron asked.

“Uh… Dallas. I just saw her get mugged. I’ll be going now.” I tried to pry Mildred’s fingers off my arm to no avail.

“Nonsense,” the matron said. “I’m Alice and you will come in here and have a hot meal, young man. My, you look a mess. Get that jacket and shirt off so I can get them washed. I have another that will fit you. Here. Now, Mildred, let your young hero go so he can get cleaned up for dinner.” Mildred reluctantly let go of my arm. I took the offered clothes and walked into the bathroom.

What greeted me in the mirror was a hundred times worse than what I’d seen this morning. This morning I looked like I had a hangover. This evening it looked like I had been in a bloody brawl. Good luck cleaning this jacket and shirt. I exchanged my Boss sports coat and AC/DC T-shirt for a heavy sweatshirt and a shirt that said ‘Miller High Life’ on it. I made sure my pockets were empty. I guess I didn’t really take anything with me this morning. I didn’t even have the keys to my townhouse in my pocket. No wallet. No money. I really was an unemployed bum. My eyes were dark with the burst blood vessels from the number of times I’d heaved today. My beard had gone from a morning shadow to neglected hygiene.

I was directed to a seat beside Mildred and she immediately hugged my arm again. She smelled. I hadn’t seen showers in the bathroom. Apparently that was beyond the realm of their capability at the mission. There was a long prayer. They passed around some kind of casserole that resembled mac and cheese with bits of something that might have been ground beef in it. I didn’t know what it was and didn’t take much. As I reached for my plastic fork, I saw that it was resting on a little heart cut out of construction paper. Written on the heart were the words ‘Jesus loves you.’ After my elegant Valentine’s Day dinner of unidentifiable slop and carrot sticks, we had to sit there and listen to Alice preach for a while. I didn’t know she was going to preach. She started just talking about how everyone’s day had been and then she pointed me out and started talking about the story of the Good Samaritan and that no matter what our circumstances, we could still help others.

I thought about my lost job, my lost loves, my lost self-respect. I thought about the lost lives of that little toddler and his mother. I thought about Mildred’s lost bags. And then I thought about the Valentine dinner I’d planned for Jane at Daniel’s, our favorite restaurant, and how we’d never go there again. We’d even planned to take Suze with us so she wouldn’t be all alone on Valentine’s Day. I’d probably ruined their friendship as well.

I saw water drops falling on my paper plate and realized they were coming from my eyes. Of all the things I’d lost, the worst was hope.

I allowed myself to be dragged to a dormitory and stretched out on a cot. I couldn’t even think of a better alternative. I just fell asleep.

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I woke with a start when the garbage truck dropped the dumpster behind my townhouse. Oh, my head. I snuggled up against Jane and cupped her breast in my left hand as we spooned together in bed, my hard cock wedged comfortably between her ass cheeks. She moaned a little and turned to kiss me good morning.

Fucking hell! This wasn’t Jane.

And the worst day of my life began.

Again.

I was dazed. I still felt Suze’s breast beneath my hand. I still felt my cock wedged in her crack. How did I get here? I’d fallen asleep on a mission cot.

“What day is it?” I asked.

“Thursday, February 14, silly. Happy Valentine’s Day.”

The disorientation was too much. I felt my drunk coming up and scrambled to the toilet. A dream? It couldn’t have been. It was too real. I’d lived yesterday. Today.

I started running water in the shower, drank a couple glasses, and got under the spray. I pissed. I heaved again. I stood there wishing it was all a bad dream. Yesterday. Today. My life.

If anything, the face in the mirror looked worse than yesterday. I was not only looking at an angry, hung-over bastard, but a scared one. I grabbed my jeans and T-shirt and then paused to pull on a wool sweater and socks. I remembered being cold all day.

In the kitchen, Suze with her bare butt peaking from beneath my T-shirt turned and handed me a cup of coffee. I tried to smile at her and she actually chuckled. Not everything was identical to the dream then. She’d already wished me a Happy Valentine’s Day. I winced through the blender and took the V8 concoction from her drinking it a little more slowly.

“We have a problem,” I said.

“She’s on her way over.”

“What am I going to do?”

“Tell her you lost your job, got drunk, and fucked her best friend. That would be a good start.”

“You’re not pregnant now, are you?” I asked.

“This is a fine time to think of that.” I heard the front door open.

“Happy Valentine’s Day!” Jane called as she walked into the kitchen. “It looks like you started without me.”

“I can explain,” I started. Fuck! “No. I can’t. I’m sorry.” That sense of everything being the same but different hit me as I shoved my feet into my shoes and grabbed my jacket. I paused to grab my keys and wallet, too. I learned something.

“Dallas!” Jane called. I closed the door behind me and started off, not knowing where I’d go.

It wasn’t until I rounded the corner and saw the crowd at the bus stop that I realized what was happening. I froze and turned my back as I heard the tires squealing on the pavement and the screams that followed. I ran.

A block away I stopped and puked up the red mixture Suze had served me. It burned going down and it burned coming back up. I headed toward a café I knew and had only gone a few steps when I heard a gunshot from the direction of the accident. I turned away from the café and headed toward the freeway. I couldn’t take this. I couldn’t go through this day again. No one stopped for me. I just kept walking. I don’t know how long I walked. I saw the lights of a truckstop and walked toward them.

The special was a stuffed pork chop with the truckers’ buffet. I ate. I kept getting refills for my coffee. I sat there for two hours and well into the third. There were a couple other guys there who looked vaguely familiar.

“Why don’t you just pay me when you’re ready,” my waitress said. She pushed the plastic wallet toward me. She’d put it down an hour ago. “You can pay, can’t you?” she asked.

“Yeah. Sure,” I answered. I got my wallet and removed a hundred dollar bill. “Here. Keep the change.” She stared at the bill and at me and at my wallet.

“Mister…”

“It’s real. Sorry I took so long.”

“Anytime. Anytime.”

I left the diner, looked out past the pumps toward the highway, and started walking. I was just beyond the pools of light when a car raced up next to me and one of the guys I’d seen in the diner rolled down the window.

“Need a lift?”

“Thanks. I reached for the back door handle and it suddenly swung open, hitting me in the face and knocking me down. The other fellow I’d seen landed on top of me with his knee in my gut. “Get the wallet, Stu. He’s loaded,” the guy in the car yelled. He grabbed my wallet and then gave me a good kick in the face. I blacked out as the car roared away.

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I woke with a start when the garbage truck dropped the dumpster behind my townhouse. Oh, my head. I snuggled up against Jane and cupped her breast in my left hand as we spooned together in bed, my hard cock wedged comfortably between her ass cheeks. She moaned a little and turned to kiss me good morning.

Fucking hell! This wasn’t Jane.

And the worst day of my life began.

Again.

I knew without asking what day it was. I pushed away from Suze without speaking to her and locked myself in the bathroom. I didn’t bother showering. I curled up around the cold toilet and stayed there.

I think I slept some. Someone pounded on the bathroom door.

“Open up, Dal. This will help you,” Suze said.

“No it won’t.” I heaved again.

A couple hours later there was another knock.

“Dal? Come on out now. We need to talk,” Jane said.

“No we don’t. Go away.”

“Dal…” I heard her voice break and a sob but she left me alone. I’d already replayed in my mind what was happening on the street. It made no difference that I wasn’t there. I could still feel the boy’s blood spatter against me. I heaved again.

It was late in the day. I was still in the bathroom. I knew the sun had gone down but I didn’t really know what time it was. I ran a bath. Maybe I could drown myself. Before I stepped into it, I looked in the mirror. Not just angry and hung-over and afraid. Haunted.

I got in the tub and went to sleep.

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I woke with a start when the garbage truck dropped the dumpster behind my townhouse. Oh, my head. I snuggled up against Jane and cupped her breast in my left hand as we spooned together in bed, my hard cock wedged comfortably between her ass cheeks. She moaned a little and turned to kiss me good morning.

Fucking hell! This wasn’t Jane.

And the worst day of my life began.

Again.

Seven times. I was in hell, doomed to repeat this day over and over. Happy Valentine’s Day. Fuck.

I stumbled into the bathroom and vomited. It seemed routine now. Every day I’d get up hung-over and vomit in the toilet. I didn’t even feel it anymore. I didn’t feel the headache. I didn’t taste the coffee or the V8 concoction. I didn’t say anything. I met Jane as she opened the door. I looked at her with tears in my eyes and pushed past her into the cold.

I hurried my steps toward the bus stop. I could see it coming. I could see the little boy. I ran.

I scooped him up just as he was about to step off the curb. I held him in my arms as the bus rolled to a stop. Not this time. There would be no blood on my clothes this time.

“Help! Bruce! My baby! That man stole my baby!”

I turned to tell her that I wasn’t stealing him. I was going to explain how he’d almost stepped off the curb.

I was met with a fist to the mouth and the little boy was snatched from my arms. The fist was only the first. By the time I hit the pavement, I’d been pummeled nearly unconscious. After I was down, I was kicked the rest of the way.

I woke up in pain. I reached to touch my face. My wrist was shackled to the bed.

“All right, who are you and why were you trying to kidnap that baby?” a police officer demanded as he loomed over me.

“Not kidnapping. Saving.”

“For who?”

“From the bus. About to step in front of it.”

“Yeah, right. We have a dozen witness who say you snatched that little boy right out of his mother’s arms.”

“Wasn’t in her arms. Walking toward the curb.”

“So that’s your story.” He unfastened the cuffs from the bed and ripped my IV tube out of my arm. They hadn’t even bothered to undress me in the hospital. He pulled me to my feet and dragged me across the room.

“Shoes.”

“You don’t need shoes where you’re going.”

Apparently I didn’t need my jacket, either. The cold wind bit into me and the pavement stuck to my feet. I was shoved into a squad car and then confined in a cell with half a dozen other men who stank to high heaven.

“I didn’t do anything!” I protested for the twentieth time.

“Child molester,” the cop said. He turned and walked away. A hand grabbed my shoulder and spun me around to face my cellmates. This wasn’t a friendly welcoming committee. They made sure it took a long time to lose consciousness.

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I woke with a start when the garbage truck dropped the dumpster behind my townhouse. Oh, my head. I snuggled up against Jane and cupped her breast in my left hand as we spooned together in bed, my hard cock wedged comfortably between her ass cheeks. She moaned a little and turned to kiss me good morning.

Fucking hell! This wasn’t Jane.

And the worst day of my life began.

Again.

Two weeks. Or was it more? It made no difference. It was still Valentine’s Day. I puked, showered, dressed, drank Suze’s magic potion. There was nothing for me to say. I pulled on my hat and gloves this time and walked to the door just as Jane opened it. I turned. Suze was right behind me crying. Something snapped.

“I want you both to know that I love you very much,” I said. I stepped past Jane and hurried to the bus stop. I saw it coming and rushed. Just as the kid started to step off the curb, I leaned down and shoved him into his mother. I knew the action would kill me. Well, why not die a hero. I didn’t really feel the impact of the bus. Too much.

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I woke with a start when the garbage truck dropped the dumpster behind my townhouse. Oh, my head. I snuggled up against Jane and cupped her breast in my left hand as we spooned together in bed, my hard cock wedged comfortably between her ass cheeks. She moaned a little and turned to kiss me good morning.

Fucking hell! This wasn’t Jane.

And the worst day of my life began.

Again.

I can’t even die.

I killed myself seven times this week, each time saying that at least I saved the kid. But nothing else changed. I woke up the next morning to an ever more-welcome Suze cuddled against me. I’d have just stayed there, but when I tried, the guilt over letting that little boy and his mother die was so overwhelming that I threw up over and over. If I got out of bed with intent, it seemed my hangover wasn’t quite as bad. I still threw up, but I didn’t burst all the blood vessels under my eyes when I did it.

Hmm. Seven times this week. My mother used to have a phrase. I’d ask for something like a new bicycle or train set and she’d say, “Not in a month of Sundays.” So far I’d had three weeks of Thursdays. It was getting old. Did I want to spend eternity getting up, throwing up, and getting run over by a bus?

There’s something about being in sales. You don’t make it if you don’t keep knocking on the door. If they say ‘no,’ then you have to change the question. You just have to get the right question and they’ll say ‘yes.’ I had to get past killing myself to save the kid. Then maybe I could get to step two. Whatever that was.

I took my anti-hangover drink from Suze and guzzled it while I put on my topcoat. Yes, I had a big, heavy, full-length cashmere coat. But top young salesmen never wear a coat like that. It makes you look weak. Today, I didn’t care how I looked. I opened the front door just as Jane was getting her key out. I kissed her on the cheek, much to her surprise.

“No matter what you think, hear, or see, I love you,” I said. Then I ran for the bus stop.

I’d replayed this scene so many times, I knew exactly where each person was standing and how many steps it took to get to the kid. This time, though, I just stepped in front of him. I felt him bump into the back of my coat as I took a place in front of everyone else at the stop.

“You rude bastard,” someone yelled as the bus squealed to a stop.

“Bruce!” the mother yelled. I felt her push against me and turned to see her step in front of the bus and grab her child. He was a determined little cuss, but having to go around me put him six inches in front of where the bus stopped. I got on the bus, flashed my pass and went straight to the back door and got off. The kid was safe. I didn’t need to get beaten to a pulp by irate passengers I’d lunged in front of.

Now what?

It was the first time I felt good about myself since this started. I just needed to wait out the day and tomorrow I could focus on putting my life together. I headed for a little café not far away.

As soon as I walked in, I realized where I was. The last time I was here I stiffed the waitress.

The last time. It was today, only it was three weeks ago. My stomach wasn’t so riled up this time. There was no blood on my face and clothes. I hadn’t just thrown up again. I ordered Joe’s Eggs and black coffee. The waitress was pleasant enough but her face looked stressed and her eyes red and puffy. I finished my meal and she brought the check. She stood there waiting. I fished thirty dollars out of my wallet.

“I think last time I was in I might have shorted you,” I said. “I hope this will make up for it.” She looked at the bills and snarled at me.

“Thanks. Now all I have to do is explain to my five-year-old daughter why her birthday present is three weeks late.” She turned on her heel and left me. I swallowed the last of my coffee. That went well.

I went to the park to contemplate my sins. Hell! It wasn’t even me who stiffed her in her world. Still, I try to make up for it and she treats me like shit. Nobody gives a rip about what anyone else thinks or feels. Why should I even care?

Take my clients, for example. Mike will just turn my client-load over to some snot-nosed kid—probably Dan—and he’ll take the contracts that I had drafted, deliver them to be signed, and collect my three percent of close to five million dollars. He’s probably never had a hundred-fifty grand in his life and didn’t even need to work for it.

Oh. Sorry, kid. You only get a hundred k for it. They cut your commission. Didn’t mean much when it was a third of sixty grand and you’d get that regardless. Now you’re losing more than you used to earn in a year. Fuck you. Fuck all of you.

I heard a lady squeal and looked up to see two punks running away with her shopping bags. She sank down against the trashcan and started to sob. Oh hell. Another good deed for me to do. I stood and walked over to her.

“Hello, Mildred,” I said. “Let’s get you someplace warm and a good meal. I offered her my hand.

“It was everything I had,” she wept. “It wasn’t much, but it was everything.”

“Let’s get you over to the mission where you’ll be safe and warm tonight.”

She gripped my arm like I was one of those airplane seats that turn into a handy flotation device in case of a water landing. I walked with her to the mission. I knew how the place worked this time. I would hand her off to Alice and escape.

“Mildred! What happened to you?”

“They took my bags. They took everything,” she wailed.

“Come in here, honey,” Alice said, reaching for her. Mildred went with her, but she didn’t let go of my arm. “Who are you?” the matron asked.

“Uh… Dallas. I just saw her get mugged. I’ll be going now.” I tried to pry Mildred’s fingers off my arm to no avail.

“Nonsense,” the matron said. “Please dine with us, Mr. Dallas. I’m Alice. Would you care to freshen up before dinner? Now, Mildred, let your young hero go so he can get cleaned up for dinner.” Mildred reluctantly let go of my arm. I walked into the bathroom.

I’d avoided looking in a mirror the last few mornings. It had been too disheartening to see what I looked like hung over. I looked up as I washed my hands. My face needed to be shaved, but with less throwing up I looked less bruised. The overcoat, on the other hand, made me look like a flasher. I opened it to make sure I had clothes on then went out to the dining room.

I was directed to a seat beside Mildred and she immediately hugged my arm again. She smelled. I hadn’t seen showers in the bathroom. Apparently that was beyond the realm of their capability at the mission. There was a long prayer and some kind of casserole was passed around. I didn’t know what it was and didn’t take much. As I reached for my plastic fork, I saw that it was resting on a little heart cut out of construction paper. Written on the heart were the words ‘Jesus loves you.’ After my elegant Valentine’s Day dinner of unidentifiable slop and carrot sticks, we had to sit there and listen to Alice preach for a while. I knew she was going to preach. She started just talking about how everyone’s day had been and then she pointed me out and started talking about the story of the Good Samaritan and that no matter what our circumstances, we could still help others.

I thought about my lost job, my lost loves, my lost self-respect. And then I thought about the Valentine dinner I’d planned for Jane at Daniel’s, our favorite restaurant. I needed to get out of here and try to salvage my relationship. Relationships. The truth was, I couldn’t imagine life without either one of them.

I excused myself and pushed a twenty-dollar bill into Alice’s hand as I ran out the door and hailed a taxi. He looked at me strangely when I gave him the address, but I pulled out a hundred dollar bill and waved it at him. He took off like a bat out of hell.

I rushed up to the hostess desk at Daniel’s as I pulled off my coat.

“Reservation for Dallas,” I panted. “My guests might be here already.”

“I’m sorry, Mr. Dallas, but you can’t come in dressed like that.” Shit. Under my top coat I was still wearing my jeans and AC/DC T-shirt.

“Okay. I understand,” I said, trying not to tip over the edge. Couldn’t they see I was a desperate man? “Are my guests here? Jane and Suze. It’s very important that I see them.”

“I’m sorry. No one has checked in under your reservation or under either of their names.”

“Great. Right. I just need to hang around and wait for them, then,” I said.

“Really, sir. We’d be happy to serve you when you are properly attired, but you can’t just hang around our podium dressed like that,” the little tart said smugly.

“Look, I don’t care about your dress code right now. I need to see my ladies. This has not been a good day,” I said.

“That may be, but you really shouldn’t have started drinking so early. I’m sorry, Mr. Dallas. You’ll have to leave now.” I was going to rip her a new one when a big dude in a suit that was too small for him put his hand on my shoulder and pushed me toward the elevator.

“Let me call the elevator for you,” he growled. I turned and swung at him. He swung back.

I didn’t bother with a cab. I walked to the bus stop nursing my jaw. I was on the same route that would take me home. There was a convenience store there and they were just posting the PowerBall numbers from tonight’s drawing. Hmm. That was interesting. 2, 9, 19, 28, 29, red 19. $176 million. I wouldn’t have to go back to work at all if I won that.

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I woke with a start when the garbage truck dropped the dumpster behind my townhouse. Oh, my head. I snuggled up against Jane and cupped her breast in my left hand as we spooned together in bed, my hard cock wedged comfortably between her ass cheeks. She moaned a little and turned to kiss me good morning.

Fucking hell! This wasn’t Jane.

And the worst day of my life began.

Again.

I was becoming more efficient with my morning routine. Get up, throw up, shower. Today I added shaving. The face that looked back at me from the mirror was tired, but I’d pass for human. I grabbed a suit and tie and was still in the kitchen while Suze was running the blender with her custom anti-hangover mess. Before I reached for coffee, I leaned over her shoulder and kissed her neck, running my hand up over her bare ass.

“I love you,” I whispered. She looked at me with an eyebrow raised.

“And…?”

“That’s the big question, isn’t it?” I swallowed the coffee, grabbed my topcoat, and ran for the door. I greeted Jane the same way. She didn’t know what was going on, but I wouldn’t let this opportunity pass me up. I kissed her on the cheek and whispered, “I love you.” Then I ran for the bus stop.

After blocking the child and getting hooted at for being rude, I got off the bus and walked three blocks to a strip mall. I needed a phone. My stupid impulse yesterday had cost me. As soon as I plugged my SIM and memory card into the new phone, it started chiming with messages. Most of the messages were from Emory Wallace, the CEO of my company.

“Dal, I’d like you to come in and talk to me. You’ve got important things in the works here and I don’t want a misunderstanding to get all blown out of proportion. Just come in and let’s talk.”

I had to think about that. Did I want to go back to work? I headed toward the café to grab my late breakfast, early lunch. Next door was a liquor store and I went in to buy a Powerball ticket. I hoped I remembered the numbers correctly. I headed in for Joe’s Eggs. Maybe someday I’d try something else.

“Hi,” I said to Donnabelle, the waitress. I was trying to be friendly. “How’s your little girl?”

“Um… Hi. Do I know you?”

“Oh, I haven’t been in for a while. Last time I was here I heard you mention it was her birthday. Hope it was a happy one.” I saw a sparkle in her red and puffy eyes and realized she was fighting back a tear.

“It wasn’t a great day. Some guy stiffed me for a whole group and I had to make up the loss out of my tips. I’m afraid she didn’t get much of a present.”

“Gosh. That sucks. I… uh… don’t usually get involved in things like this, but…” I reached in my wallet and pulled out a hundred. “Here. I hope today is a better day for you and your little girl.” The waitress looked at me and the tear dripped.

“You… Thank you. My Angel will be so happy.”

I had really attentive service and even the eggs tasted better. I don’t think I ever took more than a sip of my coffee before the cup was refilled. Donnabelle seemed to float from table to table and smiled at me frequently. Maybe I’d made it through step two. Something bugged me about it, though. I had other errands to run and couldn’t stay for too long.

Emory greeted me warmly and asked me to take a seat when I got to the office.

“Dallas, yesterday was filled with unfortunate events. Mike can be… a little rough at times. He apologizes.”

“Where is he?”

“He’s taking a few days off to rethink his role here. I’m not sure if he’ll be coming back.”

“No big loss.”

“Maybe not for you. How can we make this whole unpleasantness go away?”

It sounded like I was being invited back. I told him I thought the old way was perfect and didn’t see any reason to change it. He agreed and told me he’d already sent out a memo rolling back the changes. Then he sent me back to work. Hell, that was easy.

Work wasn’t. Carlo Bonelli was expecting contracts yesterday. They were still sitting on my desk. I went over them quickly and called my contact. We talked while I couriered the docs to his office about eight blocks away. I had to make up a story about getting suddenly sick. I hated lying, but he seemed to buy it. He was a stickler on the contracts, though. The delay had given him time to think about a couple of things he wanted to discuss in minute detail. I had to get one of our engineers on the line to talk about the configuration of the system. I breathed a sigh of relief when he said he would walk the docs through their legal department and should have them signed by tomorrow night.

“Well if it isn’t Mr. Bigshot,” one of my fellow sales people snarled at me when I walked out of my office.

“What brings that on, Dan?” I asked.

“You make more than any three of the rest of us combined so the company rolls back a sweet benefit package and guaranteed salary for the rest of us just to get you back. I could have used that package. But you got yours. What do you care about the rest of us?” He stormed off, leaving me befuddled.

I screwed up. I got what I wanted but screwed my co-workers. They all hated me. Fuck ’em.

Oh shit! I was late. I grabbed my coat and ran for the park.

No one was there.

It was after six and people at the mission would be eating. I headed that direction to make sure Mildred had gotten there okay and then thought about the tasteless food they were eating. I made a left and walked two extra blocks to the nearest KFC where I ordered three buckets of chicken with all the fixings. It was all I could do to carry it to the mission.

Alice opened the door and was surprised when I greeted her by name.

“Alice, can we feed everyone chicken tonight?” I asked breathlessly. “I know I should have asked first, but I just had this inspiration.”

“Lordy, young man. Our people will be heartened by your generosity. It’s been a hard day for them. One of our number passed away a little bit ago. We’ll make this meal her wake,” the woman said.

“No. Please don’t tell me it was Mildred.”

“You knew her, too? We can only say it was her time,” Alice said. “The police found her leaning against a trash barrel in the park. They said it looked like she’d simply gotten tired and stayed there. She would have loved this fried chicken. Come in and help me serve it.”

I joined her and we handed out chicken and mashed potatoes and coleslaw. I noticed there were tears in some people’s eyes as they took a piece of chicken. Then I got to the place where I’d sat with Mildred. There were two empty spots together, each with a little red construction paper heart that said ‘Jesus Loves You.’ I should have been here. How much else can I fuck up in one day?

I begged off staying for more because I needed to get to my date. Alice, however, stopped to thank me again.

“You don’t know what this meant to these poor souls, sir. I don’t know what brought you to our door, but you brought hope with you. With the city renovations that are planned, we will lose this place at the end of the month. I don’t know where my flock will go,” she said. What could I do? I certainly wasn’t rich enough to save their mission. On the other hand…

I reached in my pocket for the Lotto ticket.

“Maybe this will help,” I said, handing her the ticket. She looked at it and handed it back, laughing.

“We do not play games of chance in this mission,” Alice said. “How would it look to these poor people if I suddenly won the lottery? No sir. If you win, make a donation to us. But don’t tell us it came from gambling.”

“I’ll see you tomorrow, Alice,” I said. “Thank you for the work you are doing here.”

I rushed out and grabbed a cab to go to Daniel’s. Who knew it was so hard to do the right thing? If I woke up tomorrow morning, what could I say I’d accomplished today? I saved a little boy’s life and by extension, his mother’s. I’d maybe provided a little girl with a late birthday present. I’d gotten my job back and pissed off my fellow employees. I’d cost an old homeless woman her life. I’d brought some food for a shelter. And I was late for dinner with my lovers.

It was amazing how easily I’d accepted the idea that I was the lover of both Jane and Suze.

“Reservation for Dallas,” I said at the hostess counter.

“Yes. Your companion is here,” the perky little hostess said. I made a note not to tip her after the way she treated me last night. Tonight. Before. I was getting a headache. At the table, Suze was sitting waiting for me.

“Where’s Jane?” I asked.

“I don’t think you can just say ‘I love you’ and rush out the door leaving her with your new lover and expect her to show up for a Valentine’s dinner,” Suze said.

“But you came,” I said.

“One of us had to tell you.” Suze got up and left the restaurant. I was stunned.

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I woke with a start when the garbage truck dropped the dumpster behind my townhouse. Oh, my head. I snuggled up against Jane and cupped her breast in my left hand as we spooned together in bed, my hard cock wedged comfortably between her ass cheeks. She moaned a little and turned to kiss me good morning.

Fucking hell! This wasn’t Jane.

And the worst day of my life began.

Again.

How many times was this? I simply couldn’t get it right. I kissed Suze on the shoulder, already knowing this time who was there and how I felt about her. I loved her but I loved Jane as well. Only one of them was with me. And I had so little time. I tried to explain it all to them the last time and as a result, I missed the bus. I got there just as the mother blew her brains out.

Another time, I forgot to buy the Lotto ticket, though I still didn’t know how it figured into things. I missed catching Mildred and walking her to the mission again. I got fired again. I got my boss fired. One night Suze showed up at the restaurant. One night Jane showed up. On most, neither showed up. And once, I simply stepped in front of the bus because I couldn’t take it anymore. And still I woke up the next morning.

Complete strangers were now so familiar to me that I called them by name. They looked at me strangely but nodded to me. I listened to people around me. I heard their stories. There was so much in this world that I didn’t—couldn’t do anything to help. Was there even such a thing as a perfect day? Was there ever going to be a day that I could simply not wake up repeating the same things over again? One night at the mission, I even asked Alice to pray with me. I still woke up to start over.

I knew exactly the number of steps to the bus stop and the exact last second I could leave the house and get there in time. I knew how far it was to the phone store, from there to the liquor store. I knew the winning Lotto numbers that were posted each night. I knew about Donnabelle’s daughter, little Angel, and the hard time they had making ends meet since Angel was in and out of the hospital with a congenital blood ailment. I knew the muggers, Stu and Tiny. I had tried stopping them, talking to them, and fighting them. I’d even gone to the truck stop one night and killed them. I’d been to jail six times. I’d found many ways to die. I’d delivered chicken and I’d nearly choked the hostess at Daniel’s to death.

And still…

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I woke with a start when the garbage truck dropped the dumpster behind my townhouse. Oh, my head. I snuggled up against Jane and cupped her breast in my left hand as we spooned together in bed, my hard cock wedged comfortably between her ass cheeks. She moaned a little and turned to kiss me good morning.

Fucking hell! This wasn’t Jane.

And the worst day of my life began.

Again.

I kissed Suze on her bare shoulder.

“I love you,” I whispered. “No matter how weird stuff gets today, please remember that I love you. And please make me one of those anti-hangover concoctions of yours. I need to face this day.” Again, I told myself. Again.

I was in and out of the shower, shaved, and dressed in fifteen minutes. I had a notepad and pen in my pocket and already had my topcoat on when I sat at the kitchen table to drink my coffee and medicine.

“Suze, I have to tell you something urgently. Jane will be here in a few minutes and I have to run out that door within two minutes of when she turns her key. I can’t say everything that needs to be said. I love you. I’ve always loved you. But I’ve always loved Jane, too. If there is any way in your hearts that you can both find to love me, I’m begging you to be my ambassador to Jane,” I pled.

“Dallas, besides the obvious, what is going on?”

“If I don’t leave here exactly on time, a little boy and his mother will die. A little girl will not get the treatment she needs. I won’t get my job back and my boss will be fired. An old woman will die. A mission will close. It’s all too much, Suze. You saw me through last night when I was at my lowest. Please see me through today when I have at least a little hope.” I stood and kissed Suze. Kissed her the way I meant it. Poured my love into every touch of our lips.

“I didn’t expect to find you quite like this,” Jane said from behind me. Oh god! It was almost too late. I didn’t have time for words. I caught her in my arms and kissed her—hard—passionately.

“Please, listen to Suze and meet me at Daniel’s tonight. I’m begging you both. I love you.”

I bolted out the door and down the steps. I was late. I ran for the bus stop. I was too far away.

“Bruce! No! Catch that child!” I screamed. His mother turned, saw her toddler teetering on the edge of the curb and grabbed his hand as the bus screeched to a stop. He was safe. People turned to stare at me. The driver got off the bus.

“Are you all right?” she asked the mother.

“My baby. He saved my baby.” People turned to stare at me, some saying, “Nice job!”

“How did you know his name?” she asked me.

“I’m not sure. I think I’ve heard you mention it before. If not at this bus stop, maybe another,” I mumbled.

“I don’t know how to thank you.”

“Keep an eye on this precious little bundle,” I said. “Make sure he grows up knowing how much you love him.”

“You get right on the bus. No charge,” the driver said to me.

“I’m not actually boarding this morning,” I said. “I just happened to be in the right place at the right time.” I stepped around the people and headed on up to the corner. People were still thanking me until I couldn’t hear them anymore. I walked up to the phone store, got the phone I needed, and installed my SIM card. I only checked to make sure the voicemail was the same and then walked four blocks to the café and the liquor store next to it. I bought my Lotto ticket and entered the café. Someone was sitting at my table. This wasn’t right. Things had gone so smoothly at the bus stop and phone store that I was running early now. I sat at the counter and a burly guy named Guy slammed a cup of coffee down in front of me. I started to order but he waved me away.

“I know what everyone wants,” he said. “Nobody orders at the counter. They eat what I serve.” His voice was like gravel from a dump truck. I scribbled a note on my notepad and by the time I was finished, he put a plate with a western omelet on it in front of me. It was good. But I still didn’t see Donnabelle.

“Where’s Donnabelle this morning?” I asked.

“Called in. Kid’s sick again. Might as well not come back.” Fuck! How could I help her help her kid if she wasn’t there? This wasn’t right! I slapped a twenty on the counter and ran out the door. I saw her walking toward the restaurant dabbing at her eyes and sniffling.

“Donnabelle?” I called. She stopped and looked at me.

“Do I know you?” she asked.

“We’ve met a few times but I don’t expect you to remember. How’s our little Angel?”

“She was sick and I called in, but my neighbor said she’d look in on her so I could go to work.”

“Donnabelle, how much do you earn in a day?” I asked.

“Fifty-six dollars and tips—usually about a hundred. Why?” She looked at me suspiciously.

“You need to be with your baby today. Here. Take this, please.” I handed her three hundred-dollar bills. “And I’d like you to do me a favor.”

“Yeah, right. Here, keep your damned money. I’m no whore.”

“No, no, no! It’s not that kind of favor. This is really not a big deal. I’m leaving town. I won’t be here tomorrow. I’d like you to take my lottery ticket,” I said.

“Thanks, but there’s isn’t a ghost of a chance that this will win,” she sneered.

“Donnabelle, I don’t know how to say this. This ticket is going to win.”

“So why don’t you keep it?”

“I don’t need it. I need you to take it.”

“So what’s the catch?”

“I’d like you to promise me that when you win, you will donate one million dollars to the Gospel Mission down on Union Avenue. And don’t tell them where the money came from. That’s all I’m asking. The lump sum payout after taxes on this ticket will be fifty-six million dollars. Can you promise me that you’ll give a million of that to the mission?”

“I could just lie to you.”

“Would you do that? Fifty-five million dollars will take care of you and your daughter for the rest of your lives and give you money to donate to the hospital that has kept Angel alive. Isn’t that what you’d really like?” I asked.

“You trust me?”

“I do. And I trust your love for Angel. Take this and go to her now and buy her that birthday present you couldn’t get her a few weeks ago. The instructions for the mission are on the note.” I offered her the ticket and note again. When she took it I turned and left without waiting for a response. A block away I hailed a cab.

I’d gone from running late at the bus stop to running early everywhere else. I’d been at the café before Donnabelle got there. With the cab ride, I was an hour earlier than usual at the office. I needed more cash and hit the ATM in our lobby for the maximum amount. I went straight to Emory’s office where I could hear raised voices behind his door. His admin tried to stop me from entering but I opened the door anyway.

“His head is too big for his shoulders,” Mike yelled. “His ego is bigger than the company.”

“You need to take a break, Mike,” Emory yelled. “I need to get him back.”

“Wait, gentlemen,” I said calmly. I hadn’t known that Mike’s ‘break’ was forced on him. “Please, I came to apologize and to see if we can work something out. Please don’t send Mike away. He was doing his job and I challenged him in an inappropriate setting.”

“Are you saying you accept the new compensation package, Dallas?” Emory asked. Mike looked like he was ready to come at me with both fists raised.

“Not exactly,” I said. “As your top producer, it’s not a good or even acceptable deal to me. But Mike is a good manager and he thought this out carefully. The lower producers are valuable to the team but they can’t make it with the old comp package. I think there’s a compromise that might work if we can talk it out without losing our tempers. And Mike, don’t think that’s pointed at you. I lost my temper and what I said was totally uncalled for.”

“So let’s hear your compromise,” Emory said. “I tried to get in touch with you all last evening.”

“I broke my phone. That’s what I mean about tempers,” I nodded. “Sorry. Here’s what I think. Cutting my commission by a third in return for a health club and base salary sucks. But some of those guys need a consistent salary to get started. They’re dry for six to nine months and then get one paycheck. Some of them have kids and spouses and need better health coverage. Here’s what I’m thinking. Give them the support they need, but dangle a carrot in front of them at the same time. To be a really viable asset to the company, a salesperson needs at least three million in sales a year. So what if we keep Mike’s compensation plan up to the three million mark. Everyone draws a five grand monthly salary against two percent commission on three million dollars. We get our health benefits, just like you laid them out and the added 401k match. Three percent commission on three million is ninety grand. Two percent is only sixty grand. You can’t tell me that the company can’t cover the cost of the extra benefits out of the thirty thousand difference and still save some money, too. After a salesperson has exceeded three million in sales, he or she bumps up to three percent on the excess. Everybody wins.”

“Except you,” Mike said. “You’ve made it clear that this is a pay-cut for you.”

“Yeah. I’m knocking down 300k a year right now on 10 mil. This will cut that by ten percent. Not by a third. I’m willing to take that cut for the good of the team,” I said.

“Mike, that would work. It treats everyone the same and essentially has everything you and HR asked for, doesn’t it?” Emory asked.

“It’s not putting any more money in the company coffers,” he said.

“We can’t have it both ways, Mike. If we’re telling people this is for their benefit and then really using it to increase the profit margin, we aren’t being level with our employees. This wasn’t supposed to be a cost-saving maneuver.”

“If you’re good with that, Emory, I’m good. There’s one other thing I want out of this, though,” Mike said. I held my breath. “I want a training routine in which a new sales employee shadows Dallas for one hundred days. No commission for the newbie during that time—just salary. If we can take a three million producer and turn him into a six million producer at a cost of one hundred days—less than fifteen grand—we’re ahead. If Dallas is serious about working as a team, it should be perfect for him as well since he’ll effectively have an assistant doing the shit-work.”

“Dallas?” Emory looked at me.

“You’re driving a hard deal, Mike. But I’ve lived this day over and over and I’m willing to try it your way,” I said. “Now if you’ll excuse me, I’ve got to go rescue Carlo Bonelli and close a deal.”

I worked like a demon for nearly five hours, but at four o’clock my phone alarm chimed and I grabbed my hat.

“Hey, Dal. Mike tells me that I’m supposed to shadow you for a hundred days,” Dan said as I was leaving my office. “When do I start?”

“It’s Valentine’s Day, Dan,” I said. “I’m not having you shadow me to dinner with my lovers. Get something special for your sweetheart and get out of here. We’ll start fresh on Monday morning. I’m taking tomorrow off.”

“Nice,” he said. “See you Monday.”

I rushed down to the park. This was going to be tricky. I sat on my bench and watched Mildred making her way toward me. As soon as she bent to her task at the waste bin I stood up between her and the two muggers headed toward her. They started to push by me.

“Stu. Tiny,” I said calmly. “I understand you two can be depended on. I need an errand run.” The two guys stopped and turned to me.

“Who’d you hear that from?” Stu asked.

“The people we know don’t want to be known,” I said. “This is a simple and completely legal job that will keep you out of jail and off the street tonight. Just one question. Are you in?”

“How much?”

“Two hundred each.”

“I’m in,” Tiny said. “But you’ve got to get that old lady off our block. She’s bad for business.”

“I’ll take her to the mission,” I said.

“What do we have to do?”

“You know the KFC two blocks over?” I asked. They nodded. “There’s an order waiting. Pick it up and bring it to the Gospel Mission. Plan on staying for dinner.”

“That’s all?” I nodded. “Two hundred?” I nodded again.

“Let’s go.”

The two guys headed toward KFC. I’d called the order in and given them my credit card number. The chicken would be ready by the time they got there.

“Mildred?”

“Yes?”

“It’s almost dinner time. We should go to the mission and get some food,” I said.

“Jerry? Are you joining me for dinner at last?” Jerry? Who the hell is Jerry? Oh well.

“I’ll eat with you, Mildred, but you know I can’t stay,” I assured her.

“Yes. Okay. Alice will be waiting for us. You never stay, Jerry. But I can’t forget you.” I listened to her talk as we walked to the mission. She clutched both bags in one hand and held my arm with the other. “You had to go off and fight in that damned war. You couldn’t stay. It’s Valentine’s Day, Jerry. The same as the day you left. We had breakfast that day. After such a wonderful night. And then you answered the call. Why didn’t you come back to me, Jerry? You are my Valentine. I wait for you every Valentine’s Day and here you are at last. I know you can’t stay. I won’t try to make you. But maybe one day—one beautiful Valentine’s Day—you’ll take me with you. Think about it, Jerry. Maybe tonight, you could take me with you. Okay?”

“Okay, Mildred. Maybe tonight,” I answered, not really knowing what she was talking about. We got to the mission and Alice let us in.

“We’re just about to start the Valentine Feast,” she said as we came through the door.

“Alice, look. Jerry came to join me tonight. That’s all right, isn’t it?”

“Of course it is, Mildred. You find your place and let’s let your guest wash up. You know we saved him a place next to you,” Alice said. Mildred let go of my hand and went off to the dining room.

“I don’t know who you are, but thank you for humoring her. You can leave if you want now,” Alice said.

“Do you mind if I stay?” I asked.

“If you really want to,” she said.

“I took the liberty of ordering in some chicken and fixings to supplement dinner tonight. The couriers should be here soon. They’d like to stay to eat as well.”

“You’ve really done that? Thank you, young man. Who are you really?” Alice asked.

“Let’s just say I’m Jerry and leave it at that, okay?” The two thugs appeared at the mission door with their sacks of food. I had two hundred for each of them in my pants pocket. Alice and I helped them distribute the food to the thirty or so men and women who had gathered at the shelter for dinner and a warm place to spend the night. Stu and Tiny sat down where they were told and I took my place next to Mildred. I looked at the little red heart next to my plate with ‘Jesus loves you’ scrawled across it. We ate and while Alice spoke her little sermon to the gathering, I surreptitiously flipped the construction paper heart over and wrote on it, ‘Jerry loves you.’ When Mildred turned to talk to the woman next to her, I switched the hearts and slipped away.

I had to walk a block to find a cab. I was running late again. I had waited all the way through the meal and had even eaten a chicken wing and some macaroni and cheese. I just hoped that both Suze and Jane would be waiting for me.

“Dallas,” I said shortly.

“Your ladies are waiting,” the hostess smiled. “Got room for a third in your harem?” I turned and looked at her. She winked. “I know. Not tonight. Let me know if a position opens up, though. You know. Missionary. Doggie. Cowgirl. I pretty much like them all.” The only position I could think of for her was over my knee. It would be cute if I didn’t know what a bitch the little golddigger really was. I was so taken aback by her flirting that I was at the table before I’d actually seen the ladies. They were both there.

I wasn’t nearly in the same class as the vision in front of me. They were dressed in matching, Valentine-red dresses off the right shoulder. Suze with her dark wavy hair and Jane with her straight blonde tresses. Both looked like they’d spent the day at a beauty parlor. They were so perfect it made me want to weep. I forgot all about the hostess.

“You are both so beautiful and I love you both with my whole heart. I was so afraid you wouldn’t come tonight—that you wouldn’t give me a chance.”

“Sit down, Dallas,” Jane said, smiling at me. “We obviously need to talk and what better place than our favorite restaurant.” I sat across from them and they waited for me to speak.

“First, Jane, I am so sorry. I betrayed you and that hurts me as much as it must hurt you. I could try to blame it on all the terrible things that happened yesterday, but the truth is I was too wrapped up in myself to consider how I affected anyone else. I hurt you and I will never be able to take that away. I love you and I’m just so sorry,” I said.

“Dal, I know…”

“Please, Jane. Let me finish so you have all the ammunition you need. I’ve relived this day a hundred times trying to get this right. I can’t stop.” She nodded and I turned to Suze. “Suze, please don’t think for a minute that the only reason we made love last night was because I was too drunk to resist. Since the day I met you, I’ve wanted to make love to both of you. But it was gutless and cruel of me to take you under the pretense that I needed you for comfort. It wasn’t because I lost my job or because I was drunk. It was because I love you. I’m so sorry for not treating you the way a woman I love should be treated.”

There were tears sparkling in both women’s eyes and I was afraid I’d gone too far. But there was only one way I could ever hope to end this cycle. Today had a happy ending for everyone so far. I wanted a happy ending for my women as well.

“Thank you, Dallas,” Suze said. The women were holding hands on the table. I wanted so much to reach out and touch them, but I had to plunge on ahead.

“Jane and Suze, this is outrageous and if you stand up and leave, I will understand. I will be heartbroken, but your happiness is all that matters to me right now,” I said. “I love you both. I’ve always loved you both and I don’t know how we went from being three together to being a couple and a friend. My whole life was based on what I believed was expected and I realized—recently—that I was acting selfishly in everything I did. I took Jane and I lusted for Suze. But in my heart, I’ve always known that we all belong together. I don’t know how it works. I don’t know if it can work. I know that I want the two women I love more than the world to be happy and if you can’t be happy with me, then I want you happy without me. Maybe we are back to step one in our relationship where we just go out together and all have fun like we did when we started. Or maybe you don’t feel the same way and we all say goodbye. But I want to tell you both that I love you and if there is any way that we can all be together, I will provide for you, protect you, and love you and our children for the rest of my life and on into the grave.”

We sat looking at each other and tears leaked from all our eyes. A dark streak of mascara ran down their cheeks. I picked up my napkin and reached across to dab at Jane’s cheek, then Suze leaned forward and I wiped hers as well.

“You’ll… um… probably want to go freshen up,” I said. They looked at each other and both giggled a little.

“Yeah,” Jane said. “But not until we’ve had our say, too. Dallas, we love you. Both of us. As much as we love each other,” she said, lifting Suze’s hand to her lips. Each other?

“You were right,” Suze said. “Yesterday was no accident. I’m sorry you were drunk, but I wasn’t. I knew we were going to make love when I took you out. Jane and I had even talked about it. It wasn’t the way we planned to introduce the idea to you, but when the opportunity arose…”

“…and from what I understand it really arose,” Jane said.

“Yes. And I sort of grabbed the bull by the horns,” Suze laughed. “Is that where the word horny comes from?”

“Dallas, I’ve hated not having Suze with us all the time. And, you might have a little trouble with this, but I’ve hated not having you with Suze and me all the time. When you met us, we weren’t just two hot roommates on the prowl. We were already lovers.”

“You wouldn’t believe the number of nights we spent describing what we would do together with you and getting each other off on it,” Suze added. “Dallas, do you really love both of us and want to be with us both?”

“I do,” I said.

“I like the sound of that,” Suze laughed.

“I liked the part where he said he’d provide and protect and love both us and our children,” Jane added. “Could we really have children? All of us together?”

“I’m overwhelmed but yes, yes, yes,” I said. “In a hundred replays of how this day could end, I never imagined that you already agreed. I love you both so much!”

“Then let’s go home and you can show us,” Jane said.

We’d never even ordered. I went to the hostess and smiled as I handed her my credit card.

“You didn’t order or eat!” she said. “I can’t take your card.”

“I’d like you to make out a bill to the restaurant for a hundred dollars since we occupied a table that I’m sure you could have used for someone else. And then I’d like to add a hundred dollar tip each for the waiter, the chef, and you. We want to come back here again soon to celebrate. Tonight, though, we need to do our celebrating elsewhere.”

“Oh wow! Now I know I’m in love.” She filled out the ticket and ran the card. “Sure there’s no other positions available?”

“Let me help you have a better life,” I said. She looked at me startled. I don’t think she was really propositioning us. “You have a hundred dollar tip. Here’s another twenty. Find someone on the street to help with it. It won’t cost you anything because it’s not coming out of your money, right? You’ll be amazed at how much good you can do.” She handed me my topcoat and I led my ladies to the elevator.

At home, we were still a little slow about moving to the next phase. The two women took the lead by kissing each other and then turning expectantly to me. I kissed each of them. Then we joined together a little awkwardly and all kissed together. Our clothes got careful treatment since they had such beautiful matching dresses on. I unzipped Jane’s dress and when she stepped out of it she had nothing else under it. I sighed. Suze turned to her and kissed her as I unzipped the matching dress and found a matching wardrobe beneath it.

“So beautiful. So beautiful,” I said as they embraced fully and kissed deeply.

“Now you,” Jane said. She pulled off my tie and unbuttoned my shirt as Suze removed my belt and pulled my slacks down.

“You wore a lot more clothes than we did,” she laughed. I started to say something, but Jane closed my mouth with hers and pressed her full round breasts into my bare chest. I felt my shorts come down and my cock was slurped into Suze’s mouth. We hadn’t done that last night. I’d simply rolled on top of her and ravished her before passing out. My hand stroked Jane’s side and slipped down to her pussy of its own accord. She was wet and as I stroked her, Suze lifted from my cock and nudged my fingers away so she could lick at Jane. After a moment, Jane pulled at Suze and lifted her to embrace us both. We kissed.

“You taste like both of us,” Jane said. “I can’t wait to find out what we all three taste like together.” We moved to the bed and pushed the covers aside so we could lie down. “Come in me, lover,” Jane whispered. Put your cock in me and tell me how much you love me. I love you, Dallas.” I moved over her and Suze grasped my cock to position it, pulling me into Jane until she had to let go so I could sink fully into her. Then, embracing us both, she kissed all over us. Jane rose rapidly and when she climaxed I pumped harder for a few strokes and filled her with my come.

“Stay hard,” Suze encouraged me. “Please stay hard and come in me.” She lay down next to Jane and Jane pushed me slightly so my erection would come out of her. I moved onto Suze and Jane pulled me to Suze’s waiting pussy.

“He’s hard and still wet from my pussy,” Jane said. “I didn’t clean him off so he’s putting my pussy juice into you. I’m finally in you, Suze. I love you.” Jane and I met at Suze’s lips and the three of us kissed as I fell fully into the hot wet center of her body. Suze was faster to her peak than Jane. I was slower. Jane pushed at my ass to keep me stroking into Suze. “Fill her, lover. Make us both mommies.” That little encouragement caused my thrusts to heat up and Suze rose to another climax as I sprayed my seed into her. We panted and I kept my weight off her as I softened. I rolled to the side, spent.

“Now you get to see the other part of our triangle,” Suze said. Jane turned and crawled on top of Suze, diving for her pussy and lowering her hips so Suze could reach the come dripping out of Jane. In this sixty-nine, there was little I could do but kiss and pet my lovers as they loved each other.

I’m no superman, so the completion of the third leg of our triangle was the completion of our love-making, but only the beginning of our cuddle.

“Happy Valentine’s Day,” I whispered to them. “I love you.”

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I woke to the sound of something missing. A crash I expected. I heard nothing. I snuggled up against Suze and cupped her breast in my left hand as we spooned together in bed, my hard cock wedged comfortably between her ass cheeks. She moaned a little.

I kissed her. I knew who I was holding and thought about the day to come. I was still here in the same bed ready to start the…

Not the worst day of my life at all. My most recent foray into Valentine’s Day had certainly been the best day of my life. Why was I starting it over? A tear slipped out of my eye and dropped on Suze’s shoulder. I rolled slightly away from her and directly into Jane’s arms.

Both!

I sat up straight in bed. My head was clear with no trace of a hangover. On my right, Suze snuggled naked against me. On my left, Jane lifted her lips to kiss me. I kissed her lovingly. Then passionately.

“Me too?” Suze said, pulling me toward her. I kissed her and held her—held both of them tightly to me.

“What day is it?” I gasped.

“Friday, February 15,” Jane said. “The day after the most wonderful Valentine’s Day in history.”

“Yeah. I’d like to live that over again,” Suze laughed.

“How about if we just try to make today better yet,” I sighed. “I’ve lived that day a hundred times. I’m ready to move on with our new lives together.”

“How about if you move on me,” Suze said. “And then move in me. And then move on Jane…”

“…and in Jane,” Jane said.

Never before have I so looked forward to the start of a new day.

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