XX. THE UNBEARABLE HEAVINESS OF BEING ALONE
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HOLLY PROPOSES, KRIS DISPOSES
SCENES FROM A MARRIAGE, OF SORTS
The Last Few Miles Of The Long Way Home
(Part Twenty; Part One is HERE.)
Kris spit his coffee all over the inside of his windshield. He had to slam on the brakes before he went blindly off a cliff.
"Well?" asked Holly.
"Well, what?" Kris answered as he dug under his seat for paper towels.
"You heard me. You like marry me?"
"Yeah, I guess I did hear you. I thought I was imagining things again."
"Good things or bad things?"
"I dunno. You're awful cute..."
"Eh, you said I was 'beautiful,' not cute, you fahkkah!"
"Yeah. I did, didn't I?" Kris took a good long look at the beautiful young girl in the seat next to him in his cab. Two days of rest, a good hot shower, new clothes & make-up, some good hot food and a complete rejuvenation by the aliens hadn't done her any harm at all. She looked radiant in the light of the dashboard. "But why would you want to marry me?"
"You said you would take care of me."
"I said I would help you take care of yourself."
"Yeah. I like that."
"But all I really have is this beat-up old taxi, a really crummy job, and a tiny little hotbox apartment I can't even afford. I can still help you some, but there's not much I can offer you."
"You got more than I got. I don't have a bed, a shower, a toilet, a sink, a refrigerator, a stove, a chair, a TV, nothing. You got all that stuff."
"And that's enough for you?"
"A roof over my head, and somebody nice who cares about me? That's a lot. More than I had, like forevers..."
"Hm. Let me think about it." He got the car going again, winding up the rocks of Makapuu. The ocean below was still dark, but the surf pounding the rocks was vaguely luminescent, and there were millions of stars. It was like the world had started all over again.
"What you gotta think about? You don't like me?" She pulled her skirt up to show Kris her long, shapely legs.
"Don't do that. You know I think you're hot. You know I like you, a lot. But I just can't believe a girl as young and pretty as you would ever want to stay with me, like, forever."
"Well, stop saying so nice things to me if you're not gonna marry me. You making me cry." She wiped away a tear.
"Marriage is supposed to be forever, you know."
"Supposed to be. Lotta things 'supposed to be.' You don't know what's gonna happen tomorrow. So what if it doesn't last forever? Nothing is forever. You don't want some 'a dis?" She pulled her dress below her breasts, showing them off with her beautiful smile.
"Cut it out, willya! You want me to drive off a cliff?"
"See, you like me!"
"Of course I like you! I'm a man, and I'm not blind. But what happens if I really fall in love with you, and then you go away?"
"Well, you better be nice to me, then I'll never go away."
"Yeah. Like I said. Too good to be true."
"How 'bout this? Too good to be true?" Holly grabbed Kris's crotch, and gave him a good squeeze. He lost control of the speeding Cadillac, and it veered into the oncoming lane. A big truck came around the bend, headed right for them. Kris tried to regain control of the car, but there was just no way he could avoid the truck and still stay on the road. They were headed right for the edge of the cliff, and the surf-pounded rocks a hundred feet below.
"OK! OK!! I'LL MARRY YOU!!! NOW LET GO OF MY B*LLS!!!!"
[ PART TWENTY-ONE TOMORROW copyright 2008 Cosa Nostradamus.]
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HOLLY PROPOSES, KRIS DISPOSES
SCENES FROM A MARRIAGE, OF SORTS
The Last Few Miles Of The Long Way Home
(Part Twenty; Part One is HERE.)
Kris spit his coffee all over the inside of his windshield. He had to slam on the brakes before he went blindly off a cliff.
"Well?" asked Holly.
"Well, what?" Kris answered as he dug under his seat for paper towels.
"You heard me. You like marry me?"
"Yeah, I guess I did hear you. I thought I was imagining things again."
"Good things or bad things?"
"I dunno. You're awful cute..."
"Eh, you said I was 'beautiful,' not cute, you fahkkah!"
"Yeah. I did, didn't I?" Kris took a good long look at the beautiful young girl in the seat next to him in his cab. Two days of rest, a good hot shower, new clothes & make-up, some good hot food and a complete rejuvenation by the aliens hadn't done her any harm at all. She looked radiant in the light of the dashboard. "But why would you want to marry me?"
"You said you would take care of me."
"I said I would help you take care of yourself."
"Yeah. I like that."
"But all I really have is this beat-up old taxi, a really crummy job, and a tiny little hotbox apartment I can't even afford. I can still help you some, but there's not much I can offer you."
"You got more than I got. I don't have a bed, a shower, a toilet, a sink, a refrigerator, a stove, a chair, a TV, nothing. You got all that stuff."
"And that's enough for you?"
"A roof over my head, and somebody nice who cares about me? That's a lot. More than I had, like forevers..."
"Hm. Let me think about it." He got the car going again, winding up the rocks of Makapuu. The ocean below was still dark, but the surf pounding the rocks was vaguely luminescent, and there were millions of stars. It was like the world had started all over again.
"What you gotta think about? You don't like me?" She pulled her skirt up to show Kris her long, shapely legs.
"Don't do that. You know I think you're hot. You know I like you, a lot. But I just can't believe a girl as young and pretty as you would ever want to stay with me, like, forever."
"Well, stop saying so nice things to me if you're not gonna marry me. You making me cry." She wiped away a tear.
"Marriage is supposed to be forever, you know."
"Supposed to be. Lotta things 'supposed to be.' You don't know what's gonna happen tomorrow. So what if it doesn't last forever? Nothing is forever. You don't want some 'a dis?" She pulled her dress below her breasts, showing them off with her beautiful smile.
"Cut it out, willya! You want me to drive off a cliff?"
"See, you like me!"
"Of course I like you! I'm a man, and I'm not blind. But what happens if I really fall in love with you, and then you go away?"
"Well, you better be nice to me, then I'll never go away."
"Yeah. Like I said. Too good to be true."
"How 'bout this? Too good to be true?" Holly grabbed Kris's crotch, and gave him a good squeeze. He lost control of the speeding Cadillac, and it veered into the oncoming lane. A big truck came around the bend, headed right for them. Kris tried to regain control of the car, but there was just no way he could avoid the truck and still stay on the road. They were headed right for the edge of the cliff, and the surf-pounded rocks a hundred feet below.
"OK! OK!! I'LL MARRY YOU!!! NOW LET GO OF MY B*LLS!!!!"
[ PART TWENTY-ONE TOMORROW copyright 2008 Cosa Nostradamus.]
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Good chapter - a bit of scare in it, too. I'm sure it would be difficult to decide whether to marry Holly. Sure, he likes her and all, but what if she decided to go back to prostitution? and crack? But, as she said, one doesn't know what will happen tomorrow. I agree with that sentiment!
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