SIX

I took her to McDonald's. You can't beat that. After ordering a bunch a shit, we sat down by the front window. I told her I would be dead before I went to France.

The way the light came in the front window really made me wanna lay some pipe.

The whore's face was highlighted with gold and there were streaks a orange in her hair. That's when I realized I had some intimate knowledge a her innards, but I didn't know her name. When I asked her she said she didn't wanna tell me.

I thought that was wierd.

She went on and on about something I didn't really pay attention to; then finally she said she'd tell me her name if I told her my deepest darkest secret. She wanted me to indulge her.

I woulda indulged her if it meant something along the lines a putting my dick in her pussy, but I didn't think that's what she meant. So all I did was look at her and try to figure out what she was getting at. Couldn't read nothing in her eyes, so I took a gander at her titties; but I couldn't read nothing in them except how horny I was. Then I realized it didn't matter if I told her my secrets because I don't have no secrets, or any shame. I never regret nothing I do. Regret's the mark a the loser.

"See, when I was fucking you the other day -- " I started to explain only to be interrupted by her saying:

"When you ran out of my room for no good reason?"

"Yeah, see, when I ran outta your room it's because I started to fall in love with you. And Bob Collins can't fall in love. It violates Bob Collins's principles. You see, Bob Collins is going places. Bob Collins don't need no one holding him back. Bob Collins is a man of action."

"Hold on," she said. "Your big secret is that you fell in love with me? Or that you are a man of action?"

"Falling in love with you," I said. "You flattered?"

"If that's what you wanna call it."

"Coming from me, that's one big fuck of a compliment," I said, and that seemed to seal the deal because she told me her name was Janice and that was that.

From there she was off, spilling her guts, telling me about her childhood. Turned out her mom was a college professor who liked to sleep around and her dad had disappeared when she was a toddler; so Janice couldn't stand it no more and took off a few months ago and hadn't looked back. No regrets. She was her own woman now. Do whatever she wanted.

And she did do who- and whatever she wanted. Since she left home she figured she had close to three hundred lovers.

"Amateur," I mumbled. "I had three hundred in one night."

"I'm also a bit of a feminist," she added like she didn't hear me.

"So, you consider me a second-rate citizen because I got a cock the size of a sewer pipe?" I asked. "Because as far as I am concerned, that makes me el numero uno."

"I just wanted to warn you," she said.

Her eyes gleamed for some reason. Maybe she was happy to find a alpha male she could rely on. At least, that's how I liked to think of it.

Sitting there across from those titties, I realized those titties was the key to our relationship. I felt like I'd give up my life just to call them things mine. She didn't know it, but I would a gone down fighting to protect them things.  I couldn't think a no words to tell her the way I felt, so I figured I better find a way to show her. There was only one way to do that, too. I had to find somebody to beat up.