The line begins to blur PT 2

CH 4

They’ll come soon

I keep waiting…and I wait…won’t…somebody save me……

It’s been a month since I had that thing with Carmen.

Life went back to normal. Mark and I never spoke about her. And life went back to normal. I serviced the new girls Curt got his movies to hold over their heads and mine. And life went back to normal. God I hated normal. I went to her mom’s house looking around for her for like five hours, after that life didn’t go back to normal.

Everything was wrong. Nothing tasted the same, nothing felt the same. It, my life was a fucking disaster. I sort of knew that she, Carmen was at the heart the heart of it all. So I decided to do something about it.

I thought about paying a visit to my Hollywood wife. A closet case, married with no kids. I thought if I tossed around with her that maybe I could forget Carmen and her tongue and curves and her smile and her …. The list just kept on going. I dial the special number she gave me.

The phone rings twice before she answers.

“Shane, god I thought you where dead.”

“Dana how are you?”

“You always do that.”

“Do what babe?”

“You fuck me then you leave, then I don’t hear from you for three months, then your all aloof about it………” then all of a sudden all I hear is blah, blah, blah, blah.

I must be fucking losing it I think, because plain as day plain to the world is Carmen in a tricked out Subaru Imprezza.

 “Sorry Danes gotta go.” I hang up on her remembering why I don’t call her in the first place. I hit the button for the gate and let Carmen in. she parks her ride in the garage and steps out, her legs are the first thing I see, tanned and smooth. She has these really short and I mean short cutoffs on. Her top if you want to call it, that was one of those shear see thru’s with a black bikini top under it.