My Boyfriend and I watch a lot of porn, part three

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Tom gets some bad news. His story

I had been travelling a lot. Canada, Taiwan, India I worked for an analytics firm which does a combination of forensic accounting to find out why a firm is not doing as well as they think they should and investors are feeling ripped off sort of stuff. Old school meets new school, I’d get an excel dump of the company’s general ledger (GL) and an English list of every GL account name. GL entries are never removed, the only way something can be changed is by another entry undoing a previous action. QuickBooks can be diddled with, but these companies are publicly traded and huge so that’s not an issue.

By dint of circumstance Connie and I had been apart for close to five months, we had facetimed regularly at first and texted consistently, but that had dwindled. Last I had heard was three months ago about some sort of retreat. Before that, she’d grown distant and gone from monkey fucking to blow jobs once a week.

I suspected that she’d moved on, but didn’t have the decency to break it off with me. The last time we’d fucked, I knew she was faking her orgasm. It was the first time for that and I didn’t brood about it, I just thought she might have some stuff with school or her weird family.

But now, I would arrive in Seattle late tomorrow morning at SeaTac, go home and get ready to working on my last big deal about a firm in Mumbai, India.

The landing at SeaTac after the twenty one hour flight from Mumbai was smooth. Business class was smooth in a Boeing 787. I met a stunningly beautiful Indian woman who was a doppelganger for the woman who starred in the Netflix Series The Good Place Jameela Jamil. She took my breath way.

She broke through my shyness and I was telling my life story and Connie’s apparent perfidy and she grabbed my hand and said, “Don’t waste a precious second of your time even thinking of her. You’re a brilliant, kind, hot sexy man. Trust your gut and I know it’s telling you that she’s moved on.”

My face was two inches from her and my untouched cock was painfully aware of her proximity. My heart was pounding. I looked at her and said, “I’ve talked way too much, I’m so sorry, so rude, I can’t stop talking to you.”

Her lips upturned in the corner and she said, “Tom, I’m Brinda. Take my card. Phone number, email, Instagram. When you’re officially out of the relationship, please get back to me. I think our children would be beautiful.”

She leaned forward and kissed my cheek and was up and back working. Her perfume was exotic and intoxicating. Long eyelashes framed her eyes, deep brown pools of love that I knew, she was the one.

The Uber guy got me to my apartment at ten thirty in the morning. I went inside and there were dust mites in the sun beams coming through the window. I’d been overseas for five months. Nobody had vacuumed nor needed to. The mail had been stopped apparently. I went to the kitchen and opened the fridge. There were two milk cartons Kadıköy travesti with buy by tags of six months ago.

I was not surprised but the reality grabbed me hard. She had dumped me but had not told me. So much for me being in charge.

I called my doctor’s office and asked if I could the blood work necessary for where I’d been and all the shots I’d need to get. The receptionist asked if I could get there at one o’clock today.

I’d thrown away the shit in the fridge and fired up my 1962 Chevrolet Suburban, red and white, two door, with straight six three hundred sixty one cubic inch inline six cylinder originally in and old delivery van, three speed on the floor with a granny gear and tuned exhaust.

Doctor’s office was on first west, next to Ozzie’s an historic diner. Coming down the counter balance the rig was in third gear and I would touch the breaks but mostly the big bitch was belching street music, bop, bop, bop. I stopped at Mercer and was turning right when I got the light.

This little rice burner was next to me revving his engine up and it sounded like a combination of a pop corn popper and a sewing machine. It was almost as if the big bitch had a mind of her own and she let loose with a deep loud roar drowning out the little car just in time for me to ease into the turn and drive to my appointment.

Poked and the blood was drawn. I was told the results would certainly be done by tomorrow mid-morning and if I was lucky by five tonight.

I went home and found a big box of plastic garbage bags and put what was left of Connie’s stuff into them. Half of it seemed gone. I called up a locksmith and asked if they could come by and change the locks at my apartment. They were there in twenty minutes and at my request put dead bolts on both doors along with window locks. It was four hundred dollars.

I still had Connie’s sister Carrie’s phone number, when my phone pinged. It was doctor Anderson’s office with my blood results and they said to call them immediately. I did.

“Hello this is Tom Bennedict. You asked me to call you immediately.”

“Dr. Anderson wants you to come in immediately, can you do that?”

“I’ll be there in five minutes.”

I sat in the exam room and the nurse was masked up and gloved up as I came in. She asked me to disrobe and told me to put on the blue robe already on the exam table and I did so.

After a few minutes, Dr. Anderson came in and she was also masked up with gloves on. She said, “Lie down, ” then she pulled out the stirrups and put my feet in both of them as if she was gynecologist. She had some cold metal tube and applied Vaseline all over it.

She said, this will hurt a bit and it was deep into my ass as I started screaming, it hurt like a mother fucker. “What in fuck are you doing, ” I screamed.”

In response she said, “So you have never engaged in anal sex?”

I said, “Get that out of me now before I beat the shit out of you.”

She said, “I need to do a swab first.”

“What the fuck for?”

She Kadıköy travestileri said, “You have chlamydia and I need to see if you have symptoms which frequently present in your anal tube.”

“The last time I had sex was with my soon to be ex finance. That was six months ago and it explains her absence from my apartment. What is this, how to do I get rid of it, is there nothing else?”

She said, “Azithromycin is what I’ll give you. Thirty day sample.”

I went back up the hill to my apartment and gathered all of Connie’s stuff and put it in the back of the Suburban.

I called Carrie and said, “Hey this is Tom, Connie’s old boyfriend, can I drop some stuff off.”

She said, “Sure. Have you talked to Connie?”

I said, “No, not in six months or so. I won’t take up your time.”

She said, “Tom, what’s going on?”

I said, “Have you heard any of Oliver Anthony, the singer? Here’s my favorite part,

‘It’s a damn shame what the world’s gotten to

For people like me and people like you

Wish I could just wake up and it not be true

But it is, oh, it is’,” and I hung up.

I pulled into her driveway and put the hand brake on and drug ten of the bags up to the garage door.

I walked up and knocked on the front door. Carrie answered the door and said,

“Come in Tom.”

I said, “Hey, could you open up the garage door. I have some of her stuff. I’ll meet you there, ” I walked down the stoop and walked over by the garage door.

She opened the door and saw the bags and I drug them in.

“Tom, ” she said, “What is going on?”

I looked her straight on and she looked away and I said, “See there that was some honesty. Where the fuck is Dick?

“Our divorce will be final in six weeks, he’s bi-sexual and has been cheating on me the whole marriage.”

I said, “That sucks, I’m sorry for you. I’m in the same boat. Connie moved out the day I went overseas. That’s all that’s left of what was in my apartment, maybe half of what used to be, no shoes at all. There were six month old cartons of milk in the fridge, but in her kindness she left me this parting gift and I handed her a folded up piece of paper.”

She said, “What is this, “without looking at it.

“In the last two years, the only person I’ve had sex with is Connie. She gifted me a case of Chlamydia. I’m on some antibiotics. That I’ve had this for God knows how long is not good. I wanted to have a family with her and obviously that is not happening and now I worry it won’t be possible with someone that actually loved me.

I’ve only had one pill of the antibiotic, so don’t get too close. I thought you were the best. You remain beautiful and I’m sure good things will come to you. A restraining order will go into effect midday Monday. The locks have been changed, that is all of her stuff, ” I turned and walked back to the big bitch and drove back to the apartment.

I had about a year and a half left on the lease. There was a non-sub lease clause so instead, I took a Travesti kadıköy shower and connected through google on the flat screen and watched porn, especially weird shit. Straight lonely wives getting destroyed in lesbian massage parlors.

That took about four minutes, so I took another shower and watched a Netflix movie called “Darkest Hour” about Churchill (played by Gary Oldman) fighting back, rallying the people to fight, fighting his political enemies and ably assisted by this thin ethereally beautiful actor Lily James. I googled her and she is noteworthy for actually fucking her leading men during actual scenes. It was not in this one.

This was my own darkest hour and I knew that Lily James was not going to show up and help me.

I realized that I was grieving. The last six months had been about the relationship dying and not it was dead and I had to grieve. I had lost my parents and an older brother in a short span in high school. I knew that there would be pain, and crying anger and I would drink too much. That part would take five or six months. Then numbness. I suspected that I might get in some fights too.

I drank some Crown Royal Green which was one hundred percent Rye Whisky. I had some ginger beer and mixed it in tall tumbler glasses with some ice and picked up in the Darkest Hour. Churchill and the King became close friends. Just a remarkably true story.

I texted my boss Saturday morning and told her I was going through a breakup and that I’d like to take two weeks off. She immediately called me.

“Tom, “she said. “Did you meet someone and leave Connie?”

I said, “No Jen, Connie apparently had hooked up with someone before I went overseas and moved out immediately.”

She responded, “How do you know that.”

I explained about the clothes, the milk and finally about the parting gift and how she’d been my only partner for the last two years and how I needed to get through two weeks of Azithromycin before I came into work.

She said, “Where is she?”

“I have not talked to her in five months, but she texted me something in May about some women’s retreat.”

She said, “There’s no chance?”

I said, “I’ve read that there are men who get off on their wife or girlfriend being fucked by other men. I thought something had gone wrong when I was overseas, but this confirmed it and it’s tearing me apart. I feel like somebody died, but the worst part of it was the cowardly betrayal.

You know, people breakup, so tell me, let me move on and grieve. I wanted to have kids, I’m happy I found out, three kids into it she’d be cheating on me, giving me STDs, wondering always where she was. I’ve thrown up twice today. Did she fuck my friends or somebody at school? Who is she fucking now? I mean right now?”

“I actually prayed today hoping I’d never see her again. I have no desire to fuck her up or her lovers. I would like to work from home for a bit before returning, I can start on the Mumbai project. Okay?”

Jen said, “That’s fine. Do you mind if I call you regularly?”

I said, “Sure, that would be nice.”

End My Boyfriend and I watch a lot of porn, part three

Coming soon My Boyfriend and I watch a lot of porn, part four

Tom marries Brinda and starts a family. Life in San Francisco and Mumbai. Connie gets a job in her dad’s law firm.