THERE'S NOTHING BEYOND THIS POINT

I got this weird call the other day.  A dude called and said that Kitsumekat was passed

out drunk behind some bar and he wanted to kno if I would pick her up before the bulls

did. I said I would do it. I asked her dad why didn't he do it himself but he said he was

to drunk to drive and didn't have a license anyway. Well I drove on down there and sure

enough, there she was just stretched out there totally naked, lying a pile of  her own

puke, with several syringes scattered about and a used condom lying suspiciously near her

ass(hole).

Because I want this tale to be sanitized enough for the entire family I will refrain from

using lurid imagery but suffice to say it was kinda disgusting to be honest.  Luckily

I had rubber gloves so I gathered her up and draped an old beach towel around her

slender naked shoulders. My dog had been sleeping on it but it was better than nothing and

I was pretty sure the dog would still used afterwards?

Kitsumekat is very light cause she gets sick a lot. Anyhow I carried her into my place

and put her in the tub with plenty of soapy stuff and some real hot water.  I poured some

cold water over her head but she only partially came around and said something that

sounded like "you feed it  you fuck it, that's what my grandpa used to say."

Kitsumekat is a very sophisticated young girl with some junior college  credits and

completed a physical hygiene course from the college of Phoenix.  However, she

has a lot of really backwards, redneck family from Tennessee.  Hell, most of them

voted for Bush...twice. Of course they all just smile an snicker when anyone mentions

that fool Obama.

I went to bed right after that and slept a long time, I was dead tired and my back ached

from all the lifting. When I finally woke I heard someone crying. I found Kitsumekat

sitting on the floor of my bathroom really sobbing. "I don't know where I am, I don't

know how I got here, I don't know where my clothes are, and I don't know why Im not drunk

anymore."

"Do  you remember me?" I asked.  She stared hard at me and said she did.  I brought

her some of my clothes which sorta looked ok on her. She didn't complain. Then she

put her arms around my neck and gave me a little kiss. "Why did you do this for me

, we haven't had sex in a long time and I always charged you for it besides."

I shrugged and squeezed her boobs. She purred like a kitten, I helped her to the

bedroom where she collapsed and went to sleep. The pills I gave her really seemed

to help. I took a few myself and then went off to work. When I returned Kitsumekat

was cooking eggs on the stove. It smelled damned good. I had forgotten how great a

cook she was. I was a bit bothersome that she was cooking topless.  Her big boobs

bounced and jiggled to hit me harder than a double dose of viagara, and an extenze

cocktail laced with ectasy.  To put it another way, we had great sex.  Kitsumekat said

she loved me and I said I loved her. She asked me if I truly knew what love was, or

if I even truly knew what being in love meant.  I said that "I love PUssy"

This was the reply she wanted cause I got only my second blowjob ever from her, and then

I munched her fur taco until she screamed for me to stop and hit me over the head with

a lamp. When I come too, she was sitting on the couch with some random dude, they

were smoking my weed and had my liquor out to. I went stomping into the room and

told them both to get the fuck out or I would call the Bulls.  The dude was some

nasty biker wannabee. He pulled a knife and I kicked him in the balls. Then I smashed

by fish tank over his head. Then I dropped one of the old style big ass tvs on his

head. Then I kicked him several times.  Finally he made it to the door and staggered

out. I will admit he was one tough son of a bitch but I did get rid of him.

"Shit, you fucked him up."  Said my Kitty. He just found me through Dad. He was just

delivering fifty bucks a John owed me.

I believed her, hell I always do cause IM stupid, and we soon were having makeup sex

. This story has a lot of fucking in it cause Kitsumekat uses sex as a weapon you

know.  The problem is she likes sex with me, I know cause her Mom told me the night

after she and I had done it too. Mom's a good fuck, shes a stripper you know...great

body.

Kitsumekat told me we had to find her purse cause it had a thousand bucks in it. It

seems she had gotten paid to help scam some old codger out of the money he was saving

for some new dentures. "The bastard didn't need the new teeth any fucking way," she

said. "cause he bit like a mutherfucker while sucking on my tits. Look here are the

marks."

I didn't see shit but leaned in for a nice close up anyhows. She pushed me away,

looking a bit disgusted. "That's enough Inspector Gadget, now go fix me another

drink...and stop scrimping on the booze dude."

Just then the door was crashed open and down by this huge burley black dude who

looked totally pissed. "Where's my thousand bucks, you whore!"  He growled while

menacing Kitsumekat with a .40 caliber...."Well, I guess I lost my purse and the

money was in it...I was giving it back anyhow. It was just a joke that went bad when

I got to stoned to remember what I was doing and blacked out behind the bar."

"Yeah, I heard about that...but I want my money you little bitch!"

"Please Sir, can't we discuss this like civilized folk my friend," I spoke meekly

as possible and did my best to calm him down. "Fuck you Vanilla Icehole,"

He shouted and raised the pistol. I shot him in the head twice and again in the liver,

he fired too but it only hit my playstation which didn't matter cause I could never

figure out how to hook the damn thing up...all I ever got was white noise on my

tv and some loud buzzing. Maybe the buzzing as just in my head...who knows?

After we cleaned up the mess, chopped up the body, and stuffed it bit by bit into

the garbage disposal I decided it was time for the two of us to have a talk about

honesty.

Kitsumekat didn't want to have the talk so we didn't and fucked instead. Hey, I was

ok with that cause she can sex it up like Bill Clinton.

We decided to take a walk, she held my hand while she smoked a fattie with the other.

She talked about her sister who liked to fuck men and other women.

"Shes bi-lingual," Kitsumekat said.  This made me smile, not cause that was funny

but because I could see me hooking up with the sister and some other random hooker.

I am a simple man, I spend to much time with my dick in my hand, and I never watch

tv...I am not normal.

That night someone brought Kitsumekat some clothes and her purse. The money was all

there. She thanked me for everything and paid me two dollars for my trouble. I used

it to help pay her for all the fucking she gave me. So out the door she went and

I knew that my tired heart would scheduled for long nights of pain to follow.

That's how it goes you know. You are born, lifes a bitch, and everyday something

breaks your heart. I got good and drunk and when I finally threw up my guts, it only

reminded me again of my darling Kitsumekat.

What does love mean to Kitsumekat