NINE

'Bout five hours later -- I was in bed, it being three in the morning -- Janice came in and turned on the light. I sat up and said, "Fuck, bitch! Turn off the light!"

She was jittery, tapping her foot, walking around the room, all nervous and tense and sweaty, like a crackwhore that ain't had no crack in awhile. And worst of all, she was ignoring me.

"I need to know one thing," she said.

I was tired, hadn't been laid in a few hours, and hadn't had no alcohol in even longer. I just wanted to go back to bed, forget anything was happening, wrap myself up in the covers before I had to go to work again. "All right, just calm down and I'll tell you whatever you wanna know."

She looked at me, letting the moment get all dramatic. Then she spilled it, nearly ripping out my heart in the process. "Do you love me?"

I sat in bed, unable to move. For fuck's sake! That wasn't one a the questions that was on my high priority answer list. Even if I did love her, that wasn't one a the things I was willing to admit. A man's got his dignity. And Bob Collins has more dignity than most men. Not only that, Bob Collins also had Bob Collins's Principles, one of them which said Don't Ever Tell No Bitch You lover Her, and By Bitch, That Means All Women. From what I had seen, love can cramp a man's style, kill his desire to engage in the opportunity fuck. I couldn't let myself fall into that trap. If this thing with Janice didn't work out, I planned to fuck another broad within three seconds of our break up, while I continued to fuck other women during our relationship. I didn't need no emotional baggage thwarting me. To Bob Collins, love was like kryptonite to Superman. That's the Collins way.

I finally said to Janice, "Listen, I ain't never said those words in my life, not even to my drunk-ass mother. Well, I stand corrected: I have said them to Big Ole Cock, but that's a different kind a love. It's a brotherly bond me and him got."

"Come on, baby. If you love me, tell me. If not, then I have no reason to be here. I need to know; I need you to say it if it's true."

"I think you know what the answer is. Come to bed. I'll show you everything you need to know."

I flashed her Big Ole Cock. If that didn't say love right there, I don't know what did.

It didn't have no effect on her.

"I need to hear the words, Bobby."

"You know Bob Collins don't use language like that!" I thundered in my big alpha male voice. "You know it goes against everything I stand for!"

"If you loved me you would say it, principles or not," she said sternly.

I switched tactics.

"Come on to bed," I ventured in my soft sensitive man voice. "I got the man meat you're waiting for."

I thought the change in my voice would a been enough to make her forget the stand-off we were having, but I underestimated her memory.

She stood there in from a the dresser with her arms crossed and to make matters worse she was pouting. Even I got enough brains to know it ain't good news when a woman pouts.

"Oh, for Christ's sake," I ejaculated, "just come to bed. I need some pussy -- I mean some sleep!"

She just stood there looking at me like I was some sor ta moron, which I guess in some ways I am.

"Not until you tell me one way or the other what I need to know, Bob."

We were in an undeclared stand-off, and one way or the other I was gonna lose. Fuck, I said to myself, would it be so bad to say them words? Maybe not, if I wanted to go to sleep anytime soon. Would it be so bad? Coming up with no answers a my own, I did what I normally do in times a crisis: I turned to God. He didn't say shit. So it was up to me. I always thought it was better to guard yourself rather than let out the way you really feel and let people make fun a you, but I figured what the hell. Janice fucked good. If she wanted them three words I could say them to her.

I put my hand on Big Ole Cock for moral support, since he's always been there for me, no matter what the situation, and said: "Fine. You wanna hear me say it? I'll say it. I love you, Janice. I love you a whole hell of a lot. You happy now?"

She was smiling real big. "Yes, that makes me happy."

"Happy enough to suck my balls?"

She nodded then jumped into bed beside me. I found myself wrapped in her slender whore arms and she kissed me all over the place. The only thing she neglected to kiss was Big Ole Cock, even though she said she was happy enough to suck my balls. I didn't understand that, but she was a woman and I don't know if there is any way to understand one a them. She also refrained from kissing my butthole, but even I knew it wasn't a rimjob moment, so I didn't hold that against her. Then I fucked her hard and dirty. When we were done, a tear spilled out a her eye and a flood gate a baby Bobs came spurting out a her pussy when I uncorked in her.

She rolled over and looked into my eyes. "Remember what you asked me earlier--" she said "-- about me moving in?"

"Haven't had enough beer between now and then for me to forget," i said.

"I thought about it, out on my walk."

"Go on," I said. "Don't keep me in suspense. What's the fucking answer?"

"I will move in -- under one condition."

"What the fuck would that be?" I asked.

She cleared her throat and said the words I never wanted to hear: "That condition is we get married."