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John, do we have to have this conversation so early in the morning?

What, you want to put it off until another day? Just like everything else that matters to me?

The woman sighed then dropped her shoulders as to prepare for the burden of his heavy load. She spinned around then came back to his bed, straightening her dress beneath her, she sat down beside him.

What is it that Im doing wrong, John? Dont I suck your dick? Dont I let you fuck me in my ass after a couple shots of Hennessy? So what are you so fucking gloomy about?

See, thats what the problem is. Its not about sex. You do all that a man wants then some but . . . he choked on the thought, then saying what he felt needed to be told, he released his own fears. Dont you like being held? What about kissing in the rain, and all the passionate things that go with a real relationship?

John, we kiss.

Yeah, but only as part of foreplay.

Well!

When you get on top you dont even want me to talk. Why is that? he asked then sat up on the bed resting against his headboard.

It messes with my concentration.

Concentration? Oh, so now you got to concentrate to sleep with me?

The woman got up from the bed, feeling no further need for the conversation to continue. Look, man, you need to grow up and be happy with the things I do for you, cause let me hip you. Aint no real bitch gonna put up with all your whining and bitching.

Oh, so you think passion and compassion in a relationship is whining? Well, you know what? Let me hip you. I can get sex anywhere. Im looking to be loved, desired and needed.

Fine, fine! So what are you saying John? Huh, talk like a man for once. What are you saying?

Tired of being lonely, with nothing more than the gratification of his work, he held his emotions once again.

Youre getting upset. Never mind!

Youre damned straight. If it wasnt for all the nice things you buy me, Id have been stop fucking with your premature ejaculation ass. Only thing you got going other than money is some bomb head, so lets just keep it real.

He got up from his bed then went to the door of his studio apartment.

I know you aint putting me out.

Bye.

Youll be calling me back by the end of the night. Watch what I tell you, Mamas boy!

The woman stormed past John, stopping once she was outside his door.

So, you aint gonna take me to work? she asked.

Catch a cab, then suck the cab drivers dick for the ride, he told her then slammed the door. He turned and studied his huge one level studio home. He was happy with the life hed made for himself; the problem was he just needed someone caring to share it with. He walked over to his sound system, with the press of one button, the sounds of Snoop Doggie Dogg came rushing at him, feeling the huge space with the motivation he needed to start his already turmoiled day.

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The air was clear, traffic was always light around ten a.m. John headed to work after a hard mornings workout. Coming in the opposite direction was a squad car. The light ahead of him was red. He was at a standstill. Then the light flashed green. His phone rang. He proceeded across, bending for a second to grab his phone, not noticing the police car speeding in his direction, without the sound of the siren. The squad car slammed on the brakes but not before smashing into the rear of the pickup. The officers head slammed into the inflated airbag. John jumped from his truck and ran to the other side of his pickup to examine the damages. He noticed that the officer lay motionless against the air bag. He dialed 911 on his phone then rushed to help the officer.

Yes, theres just been an accident, he spoke to the dispatcher while opening the door of the car. He sat the officer upright in her seat.

Sir, is anyone hurt? He froze. The officer was a woman.

I dont know. Shes unconscious.

He couldnt tear his eyes away from the officers beauty. He gave the location of their whereabouts.

Wait, shes coming to. O.K. Ill stay here with her.

Their eyes met.

Sorry about that. Im used to people stopping when they hear sirens, she said grabbing her head with both hands.

Ive been waiting for my agent and when he called, I reached to answer the phone. Thats when we collided.

Oh, so its not my fault, she said then got out of her car to inspect the damage.

Well, if I would have heard the siren, I would have been on point, he told the officer. She looked at the flashing lights atop of the car and realized there was no sound.

Oh, so I guess it was my fault. Again, Im sorry.

No big deal, he said.

She looked at his calm face. She wanted to blush but kept professional.

Well, hope the chief feels the same way, she told him.

Hope I dont get you in trouble.

Me? Look at your truck.

Aw, dont worry. Ill fix her up. Shes tough, he said still amazed at her beauty.

Guess I better call an ambulance.

Done that, he reminded her.

Oh, you did, didnt you? she grabbed her walkie-talkie and called the dispatcher at the station. Their eyes stayed locked. Sounds of the ambulance came screaming in the distance. They traded insurance information and soon the two headed for work.

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The two women had been riding for hours. They both knew the trail well. At the end of the trail was where theyd always sit and talk. Both bikes came to a stop; they rested their bikes against the back of the empty wooden bench and sat down.

Child, you keep grandma going. You aint about to let me get old, now are you?

Grandma, youre a long way from growing old. A lot of my friends grandmothers cant even take care of themselves.

Yeah, well, my time is coming.

Dont worry; Ill always be here to take care of you.