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$$ .d""b. .d""b. HOE E'ZINE #1080
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$$ $$ $$ $$ $$ss$$ "The Island"
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$$ $$ $$ $$ $$ by Kreid
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$$ $$ $$ $$ $$ $$ 05/15/00
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[-- $$ $$ $$ $$ $$ $$ -- ------------------------------------------- --]
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$$ $$ "TssT" "TssT"
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--(1)--
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"maybe i should just fucking smack you across your face," dan told
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sue. the problem was solved. sue cowered:
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"you always do this to me! just because you're smarter than me
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doesn't mean you have to win every single argument!"
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it was over. dan would continue to get sex three times each day, and
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sue would continue to do what she was fucking ordered to do. that
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afternoon, sue cooked up something cajun and dan ate it.
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it was a saturday. they went to the bars. dan brought a flashlight
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and shone it in guys' and girls' faces until some tough motherfucker was
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picking a fight with him.
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"why are you acting like an asshole?" asked dan, a pacifist at heart
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but not by nature. he got no response, of course. "perhaps you were
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born that way. i suppose i can't blame you for that." dan was a fucking
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smartass whom nobody liked. dan loved going to the bars and didn't
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really mind being hated since he had been engaged to be married since he
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was 19.
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that night, dan was a 22-year old fiance, halfway getting drunk,
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halfway saving his paycheck for a cheap diamond ring. he was a one-woman
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man, excited to spend each upcoming night of his life with the woman he
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loved to take to The Mariner. dan was a romantic guy, in a psychotically
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routine kind of way.
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he didn't like to go out on dates. instead, he went to the bars to
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pick fights. "i dare you to hit me as hard as you can, right here,
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buddy," said dan as he stuck out his chin.
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buddy took a swing and hit dan square in the eye. seconds later,
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dan retaliated. buddy was bleeding from his face and neck, with shards
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of a broken beer bottle obstructing his vision and blood obstructing his
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breath. "maybe you're right, buddy. it's just not right to avoid
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violence."
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"fucking drunk jackass," buddy choked. "go the fuck home."
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it was late. people were all starting to get a little too emotional.
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dan went home and fucked his girlfriend three times.
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the next day, dan got stomped for running his mouth at a dunkin'
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donuts in South Orange by a very small gang of black men.
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dan stood up, bleeding, and ordered a coffee. "i like my coffee like
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i like my women," said dan. "BLACK." he breathed psychotically and
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coughed a puddle of blood into the floor.
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someone grabbed sue's ass at The Mariner that night. dan said,
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"what the hell do you think you're doing? i should kick your fucking
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ass!" buddy replied:
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"but i am french!" buddy got his ass kicked pretty hard after that.
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"blessures de christ! je suis brise!"
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--(2)--
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sue visited buddy at his home the next day. buddy was laid out in
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bed in a pool of his own sweat, bruised and badly hungover. "sue," he
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groaned, "you came to cheer me up, honey?"
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"i can't believe dan beat you up last night. he's such a jerk!"
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"i was being an asshole."
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"you were just fucking around. dan's got no sense of humor."
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"what the hell are you talking about? dan has a great sense of
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humor. that kid makes me laugh my ass off all the time."
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"well, he certainly can't take a joke."
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"maybe not when he's that drunk. nobody likes to get insulted like
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that, sue, i shouldn't have grabbed your ass in front of all those
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people. don't you realize that when you wake up in the morning?"
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sue gave no reply; she just stared blankly.
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"everyone likes to have fun when they're drunk," said buddy, "but
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there's such a thing as remorse. you're supposed to feel like shit in
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the morning and regret everything. otherwise, you learn nothing."
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"now you're just full of shit," replied sue. "besides, i don't even
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get hungover."
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"that's because you drink like a woman. and you know what? you
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probably always will drink like a woman, and you'll never learn anything.
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you'll just get older and uglier and never regret a single thing. and
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every man you're ever with will have to deal with the same stupid chick
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that dan's gotta deal with now. dan will end up dumping you soon enough,
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sue. unlike you, he's getting smarter and more handsome every year."
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sure enough, sue was crying. "that's not true! asshole! you don't
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know anything!"
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"sue, i think your best bet is to find some chump who'll marry you
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while you've still got your looks."
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"no, you don't understand!" sue took a moment to restrain her tears.
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"dan and i are in love, buddy. and that's something you'll never know!"
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buddy gave a short, abrupt laugh, then became very somber. "no need
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to get defensive with me, sue."
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"i'm not being defensive."
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there was a long silence after that, which buddy broke. "sue, could
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you please get me a glass of water?"
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"okay." sue stood up and walked to the kitchen. buddy stared at her
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ass. god damn.
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--(3)--
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sue returned with a tall glass of water with ice in it. the cold
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water tasted so good, so healing. when a woman like sue cared for buddy,
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it hurt him deeply. buddy longed for the kind of companionship guys like
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dan took for granted. his heart started to get hard inside his chest,
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his eyes became glazed and defenseless, and the water started to burn his
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insides. he set it down on his nighttable.
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"buddy, let me ask you something."
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"y-yeah?" he stuttered.
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"does dan love me?"
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"yeah." the answer came without hesitation; it was the truth.
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everyone that knew sue & dan knew they were in love.
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"okay, now let me confess something to you."
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"yeah."
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now sue was the one with the lump in her throat. "dan has been
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really horrible in bed lately. there's no excitement anymore. he'll
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spend hours trying to get me turned on, acting smooth and petting me, but
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it's just that he's lost all his energy."
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"are you sure you're not just bored with him? i mean, there's a
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thing called sexual bankruptcy..."
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"well, we're sexually bankrupt, but i swear to god, it's not me.
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i try so hard to get him fired up, but it's impossible."
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"it sounds to me like he's being too careful. he wants to please
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you so badly, and he doesn't know what he's doing wrong. sex has to be
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intense to be good. sounds like dan forgot that, maybe?"
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"how do you know all this?"
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"well, sue, i don't have a girl that loves me enough to let me fuck
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her three times a day for no reason."
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"you're just afraid of commitment."
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"you're so fucking wrong, sue. i should smack you."
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"you hate women."
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"well, sometimes i have to hate them to get laid."
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"you're sick!"
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"ever had angry sex, sue? not 'let's-make-up-and-fuck-you-bastard'
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sex, i mean real angry, hateful sex. in my experience, most women prefer
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it over all other kinds of fucking. for me, of course, i don't care too
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much, i aim to please."
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"i can't believe it, you bring hate into lovemaking. that's just
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wrong, buddy!"
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"i mean, i don't tell the girls i'm angry or hate them or anything.
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obviously i have to start out slow and withdrawn, and gradually lead into
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murderous fucking rage."
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"just stop. let's change the subject."
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"i'm saving up to buy a motorcycle."
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"fuck me now, buddy."
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"i don't think so, sue."
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--(4)--
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"let's not mention this to dan, okay?" said sue.
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"just that you offered me sex or the whole conversation?"
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"just that i offered you sex."
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"i don't think we should mention any of this conversation to dan."
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"...but i wanted to take your advice, buddy."
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"just leave me out of it."
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"whatever you say, sweetie. dan and i'll be by to pick you up at 11!"
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sue went home to dan. it was a sunny drive home; sue took it slowly
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with her windows rolled down. she was more in love with him now than she
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had been in months. and when she got home, she'd be a good girl; they
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weren't going to fight. soon enough, dan would be just as much in love.
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for buddy, however, the day was over. he waited for 11:00, the
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passing ship that would take him from his island and send him swimming
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back.
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[ (c) HOE E'ZINE -- http://www.hoe.nu HOE #1080, BY KREID - 5/15/00 ]
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