The Long Bus Ride

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Gabe called this morning, obviously just rousing herself from sleep, but Monk quickly dropped it telling her that he is rushed. Today he takes his trip downtown to get that trusty chicken fried rice, after failing miserably to find a closer chinese restaurant to do the trick.

At the bus stop, Monk is alone with a couple of schoolgirls, white teenagers, high school kids. The dirty blonde in tight jeans is fuck-hard cute. As though Fate were playing with him, yet more, not getting its fill of our primate-protagonist, the girls openly bring him into some conversation. Oh, how the wild thoughts play and the heart dances!

The dirty blonde even asks Monk, "Are you a cop?" He is surprised, and runs his hand through his mustache and beard, answering that it is not a likely proposition.

He asks in turn, "Are you truant?" The girls whisper among themselves, fixing the term 'truant' in their understanding. The dirty blonde is defensive and asks why he thinks so. He tells her, "I'm just joking. Why do you think I'm a cop?" She says, "You look like you could be one."

The suggestion resonates back to a night when he was in his first semester at law school, when he went to that massage parlor, Relaxation Plus, still carrying his book-bag full of law texts, and got a room with a beautiful young blonde. She also voiced her suspicion that he was a cop, as she was stroking his cock.

Monk decides to try the 76 bus today. Since he has no need to go to the Rivercenter Mall or to the library, he may as well learn something and see if 76 passes by any place interesting or useful. The gesture proved pointless: a trip through little Mexico. The colors were interesting: the bright reds, greens, and yellows of the small buildings.

The poorer environs also evoked the urge to grope some of the shaplier women, as though the women would be more suffering than their more privileged counterparts in some of the other parts of town. In his younger days, he would indulge in such sensual aggressiveness. It is easier to repress such urges now, though the desire still burns rather hot.

The 76 bus is cheaper to take, but he probably will resume taking the 64 Express, if only to avoid some of the weariness of the poverty.

After killing some time at the library, Monk is surprised when he tries to open the door of his favorite chinese restaurant and it will not budge. When he peers through the window, he is shocked to see that the place is empty and stripped bare. He was under the impression that they did not draw much business, not having the best of locations, but he is still stunned and disappointed to suddenly find that the restaurant is shut down.

So, he pigs out at Pizza Hut's buffet, and then splurges on a smoothie at the mall. The smoothie shop is isolated and Monk is alone with the girl. She is not really pretty nor in the best of shape, but her ass looks pretty nice in those tight black slacks, and he has to resist the urge to whisper a proposition to her, "I'll give you an extra ten dollars if you let me get a good hard slap of your ass."

The only other quasi-highlight is passing by Hooters slowly and observing that the girls may be back to smaller, tighter shorts. And then it is back home. One can see why it may be best for Monk to stay home, though some might be tempted to say that he really needs to get out more.

On the trip home, Monk thinks about Gabe's call. When she said that she would let him go, he now wonders whether that was permanently rather than just for that abbreviated call. That is what he has asked for, but still...

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The Long Bus Ride

♠
Gabe called this morning, obviously just rousing herself from sleep, but Monk quickly dropped it telling her that he is rushed. Today he takes his trip downtown to get that trusty chicken fried rice, after failing miserably to find a closer chinese restaurant to do the trick.

At the bus stop, Monk is alone with a couple of schoolgirls, white teenagers, high school kids. The dirty blonde in tight jeans is fuck-hard cute. As though Fate were playing with him, yet more, not getting its fill of our primate-protagonist, the girls openly bring him into some conversation. Oh, how the wild thoughts play and the heart dances!

The dirty blonde even asks Monk, "Are you a cop?" He is surprised, and runs his hand through his mustache and beard, answering that it is not a likely proposition.

He asks in turn, "Are you truant?" The girls whisper among themselves, fixing the term 'truant' in their understanding. The dirty blonde is defensive and asks why he thinks so. He tells her, "I'm just joking. Why do you think I'm a cop?" She says, "You look like you could be one."

The suggestion resonates back to a night when he was in his first semester at law school, when he went to that massage parlor, Relaxation Plus, still carrying his book-bag full of law texts, and got a room with a beautiful young blonde. She also voiced her suspicion that he was a cop, as she was stroking his cock.

Monk decides to try the 76 bus today. Since he has no need to go to the Rivercenter Mall or to the library, he may as well learn something and see if 76 passes by any place interesting or useful. The gesture proved pointless: a trip through little Mexico. The colors were interesting: the bright reds, greens, and yellows of the small buildings.

The poorer environs also evoked the urge to grope some of the shaplier women, as though the women would be more suffering than their more privileged counterparts in some of the other parts of town. In his younger days, he would indulge in such sensual aggressiveness. It is easier to repress such urges now, though the desire still burns rather hot.

The 76 bus is cheaper to take, but he probably will resume taking the 64 Express, if only to avoid some of the weariness of the poverty.

After killing some time at the library, Monk is surprised when he tries to open the door of his favorite chinese restaurant and it will not budge. When he peers through the window, he is shocked to see that the place is empty and stripped bare. He was under the impression that they did not draw much business, not having the best of locations, but he is still stunned and disappointed to suddenly find that the restaurant is shut down.

So, he pigs out at Pizza Hut's buffet, and then splurges on a smoothie at the mall. The smoothie shop is isolated and Monk is alone with the girl. She is not really pretty nor in the best of shape, but her ass looks pretty nice in those tight black slacks, and he has to resist the urge to whisper a proposition to her, "I'll give you an extra ten dollars if you let me get a good hard slap of your ass."

The only other quasi-highlight is passing by Hooters slowly and observing that the girls may be back to smaller, tighter shorts. And then it is back home. One can see why it may be best for Monk to stay home, though some might be tempted to say that he really needs to get out more.

On the trip home, Monk thinks about Gabe's call. When she said that she would let him go, he now wonders whether that was permanently rather than just for that abbreviated call. That is what he has asked for, but still...

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