THERE'S NOTHING BEYOND THIS POINT

The naked girl just stood there in the driving rain. I saw her on my way
into the city. She wasn't totally naked of course, she wore a necklace. A
bright and shining necklace.

Naturally I assumed she was insane and drove past. My conscience began
to haunt me and I turned around. Rolling down the window I aske her
what was the problem.

"I'm lonely and I simply wish to get sick and die," she said.

"It can't be that bad," I replied. Then I asked her to get in. Surprisingly
she did. I turned the heater up a bit and drove around aimlessly. "Where
can I take you, you must be freezing?"

"I have no place," she said. "Just leave me where you will."

Not seeing any other choice I took her home. I provided her with one
of my old t shirts and a pair of underwear that fit to tight for me to wear.
She looked incredibly sexy for all of that I must admit.

"Would you like a drink?" I asked. She said she did and I made her a gin
and tonic. She gulped it down and I hurried to provide another and one
for myself.

We sat there quietly, watching the rain and Wheel of Fortune. In the
background my new Seether disc played...something about another
suicide...approprate I thought. "You place is very cozy, I suppose you and
your wife are very happy here?"

"I'm not married, what about you?" I asked. She was very sexy with long
black hair and lips like Angeline Jolie. I wondered what it would be
like to kiss her...no fuck her.

"I am married but he has run off and left me for someone else."

"Obviously he is mad," I replied.

She nodded, "sadly it is true. He left me for a crack whore. I'm partly
to blame though, I wouldn't let him touch me."

I didn't ask her to explain but she did anyway. "I had a baby, a stillborn.
I've been very depressed. I could feel myself coming out of it but he was
very impatient and beat me. After that, I couldn't stand the idea of him
being in the same room with me. Our marriage suffered."

"I would imagine so, have another drink?"

"Of course, are you trying to get me drunk and out of my clothes?"

"Out of my clothes you mean?"

"Oh, yes, I'm sorry...do you need them back already."

Before I could answer she slipped the shirt over her shoulders, her breasts
were like mounds of incredibly exciting manna. My mouth watered.

"No please, put it back on...you misunderstood me."

She shrugged and put the shirt back on. I decided she was a bit of a tease,
it was interesting to be with her. She stayed the night and the next night
but we didn't make any moves on each other. She read, even read to me.
When I got home from work she had a good meal cooked. Her meatloaf
was excellent. "We're just like old married folk," she said.

"Only without sex," I blurted for some bizarre reason. Actually I had
bought a girlie magazine on my lunch hour and jacked off in my car. It
hadn't helped...especially when she sat across from me wearing nothing
but one of my pajama tops and a pair of red panties an ex girlfriend had
left at my place. She eyed me curiously and offered to give me head. Like
a fool I accepted.

That night we went to the movies and held hands. It was a terrible movie,
something about a super hero who wore goofy tights and climbed walls.
I think he was called insect man or some such shit. It was funny though
and we laughed a lot. Some people behind us got mad so we left to get
icecream. We ate and slurped and kissed. Her mouth tasted like chocolate
and I didn't mind. We went home and almost had sex. At the last second
she backed out and cried. I tried to understand but had to go to the rest
room and jack off. It felt great but I was still disappointed. When I
returned she said, "I know you expected more after the blowjob, but I'm
still not ready."

I was upset but lit a cigarette and acted cool. She fixed us drinks, we lay
on the bed and watched I LOVE LUCY. I never realized before that Ricky
had a band, and that he was Cuban. I thought he was mexican and owned
a cleaning service in Encino. Stupid me. I slept on the couch that night.
I could have slept in the spare bedroom but it has roaches. Really big ones
that stare at you and don't bother to run away.

The next afternoon when I came home she was gone. She left a note
thanking me for everything and apologizing for taking all my liquor and
cigarettes and my flip flops...the ones that I got in Panama City. I was
very depressed and didn't sleep much. The next morning it was raining
and I damned sure didn't want to got to work but felt like it would be
good to get her off my mind. That evening when I returned it had started
raining really, really bad. She was standing there in the same place, yes
she was naked. Her nipples were cold and hard. She had been crying I
think but it was hard to tell with the rain running down her face. I felt
sorry for her but drove on past. That night I had a dream about a shoe
salesman asking me for a ride. It was crazy.

Suddenly something woke me. It was the sound of someone knocking
really hard on my door. "Oh shit, its her," I moaned but it wasn't. This
was especially not cool since I opened the door naked...with a boner.
It was my next door neighbor Mrs. Harthcourt telling me that the creek
had flooded and that my lawn furniture was floating away. I ran out
and gathered the stuff up and took it all to higher ground. I thanked
Mrs. Harthcourt and noticed she was staring out my penis. "Oh, I'm
terribly sorry," I groaned. "I was expecting someone."

She only smiled and replied, "who is that over there?" I looked in the
direction she pointed and there she was, Monica. She was still naked and
sitting in a mud puddle. "Do you want me to call the police?"

"No, thank you Mrs. Harthcourt. She is a distant cousin...with a mental
problem. I will try to get her dry and call her parents."

"Put on some clothes first," Mrs. Harthcourt said. "This cold rain is
turning you into a woman...look how your poor penis has shrivled up."

I rushed over to get Monica and guide her into the house. She went
straight to the couch, covered herself in my jacket which I'd left there
and promptly went to sleep. Within minutes she was snoring loudly
and I began sneezing and coughing.

The next few days Monica took good care of me...she even jacked me off
twice. I was sick but wanted sex. She said no but that she had a friend
who was a hooker who would do me for fifteen dollars and cigarettes.
I thought if over and said yes. Monica called her and the next morning
her friend came over. His name was Will. I sent him on his way after
threatening to kill him. I couldn't find Monica, she was hiding under my
dirty laundry. I went and got drunk.

When I sobered up I was in bed and Monica was beside me. She placed
my hand on her titty and asked if I thought they were firm. I said yes
and that I wanted to fuck. She said no. This was just to crazy for me. I
asked her to take her frigid ass out of my house. I was becoming totally
sympathetic with her husband, poor bastard. She said it was to late to
leave but I said wtf? it was eight in the morning. She said she was
sensitive to sunlight and would leave as soon as it got dark but she didn't
and i was to sick and drunk by that time that I couldn't have cared less.

I left on vacation two days after that. Monica agreed to watch my house.
Las Vegas was great, I got drunk, stoned and layed. All of my money went
towards booze and sex....it was awesome. I called Monica and she said she
was lonely for me. I asked her if she was ready and she said no but soon
if I would be patient. I hung up and rented another hooker, one named
Alice with a tatoo of Mr Spock on her ass. It really looked like him too
giving the live long and prosper sign. I took a picture of it, she charged
me an extra three dollars for that. Women are such bitches.

When I finally returned home Monica greeted me at the door with a puppy.
"His name is Tim, Tiny Tim." He was a cute little fellow and she said that
he was one of those breeds that didn't get very big. I thought that was
swell and gave her a kiss. Despite myself, I had missed her. She had
gained some weight, mostly in her breasts. This made me horny as hell
and I thought about tatoos and Mr Spock. I even did the sign and MOnica
asked me what the fuck it mean. "Live hard and fuck daily," I said.

She said she wasn't ready but I could squeeze her a little if I wanted. I did
and then went to the john to jack off. I was OK, nothing special. I wanted
big boy sex if you know what I mean. That night I asked for some pussy
and Monica started crying. She said, "the truth is I am pregnant and its
a risky pregnancy. The doctor says no sex or exercise until after the baby
comes."

My mouth gaped open wide enough for a semi to drive through. I had a
very sinking feeling and started wondering how I was gonna get rid of
this tramp. The she squealed and declared it was all a little joke. I got
really mad then and stomped off to bed. I locked the door so she couldn't
come in and made me madder or horny. I fished out the bottle in my
luggage and got totally tight. I passed out and never realized it when she
crawled though my open window and got in the bed. She woke me up
with her damned snoring. I tried to drown her out with the stereo but
it didn't work. Finally I woke her up and asked her to shut up. She just
smiled and kissed me. Her thigh felt soft against mine but I grew some
balls and didn't ask for any. Finally I went back to sleep and had bad
dreams. It was probably due to the pizza I'd had for lunch.

Two days later we finally fucked and it was great. The way things are
going we will probably get married. I have started drinking a lot and
thinking about midgets who drive for Nascar. THE END