1. SOUND ADVICE--Part 3


    Date: 9/22/2015, Categories: Fiction, Anal, Consensual Sex, Oral Sex, Romance, Author: senorlongo, Rating: 95.6, Source: sexstories.com

    envisioned for herself, but she got herself a steadfast man who loved her totally. Ken was certainly flashier, but I’d always thought of him as a real self-centered asshole. “It’s on the house today, Mike. We all wish you and Sheila the best. Truthfully, I like her a lot more than I did Gail.” Then leaning forward she whispered, “Anyone can see how much she loves you and how much you love her. Want the usual?” “Sounds good to me…just tell that husband of yours that I don’t want him to burn it like he usually does.” “Hey…I heard that, asshole.” We all had a good laugh as Barney came out of the kitchen to shake my hand. We hadn’t been close in school—he was six years ahead of me--but had grown closer after I found a real problem with two medications he was taking. Their interaction had been involved in more than a hundred heart attacks. He thought I had saved his life; I thought I was just doing my job. Since then I’d had trouble paying for my meals so I just left Marie extra big tips. I’d do that this morning, too. Looking around the restaurant I realized that I knew every single person here. When you spend your entire life in a small town it’s not unusual to know virtually everyone who lived there. There were probably fewer than 2,000 people in our immediate area and probably every one used Doc Tobin’s as their pharmacy. The nearest Walgreen’s was more than ten miles away in Riverboro. Several customers walked up to congratulate me and pat my shoulder. Others called to me ...
    from their tables. I acknowledged all with either a “thanks,” or a wave. Most were just a minor distraction, but then I saw Old Man Simon walk up, leaning heavily on his cane as he had done for more than ten years. Robert Simon and I were well acquainted and had been for years—ever since he began sleeping over at my mom’s apartment. In my younger days I was put to bed on the couch in the tiny living room while he and Mom made the old bed shake and slam into the wall. I frequently wondered what they could have been doing when they should have been sleeping. Mr. Simon’s overnight visits ended when I entered junior high. Then I found evidence—empty whiskey bottles and sometimes even used condoms or their wrappers-- that indicated they were meeting during the day when I was off to school or some weekend activity. Eventually, I just grew to be too big and too strong for him to mess with me without risking potential injury, except that in Simon’s case the injury would have been a certainty. I had little use for the man who had abused my mother then boasted about it to the entire town, indeed to anyone who’d listen. Simon sat on the adjacent stool, his body crooked and bent. “Hi, Mikey.” I would have preferred to ignore him so I remained silent, turned and smiled. “You sure are marrying a fine woman, Mikey.” I hated being called Mikey, but I wasn’t going to ruin my day by dealing with this asshole. “You know…she always has a kind word and a sweet smile every time I come in. Man—I sure ...
«12...567...2324»