48. Long Night

I do not think I got two hours of sleep altogether last night. I was anxious to move to the big room for the night, for the sake of the cats, but Pop seemed determined to pull an all-nighter watching TV. At about three in the morning, I finally take a peek to see what is going on.

As I half-suspected, he was dead asleep in the recliner, and judging by the Dish logo dancing on the TV screen, he has been that way for at least a couple of hours. After I take over the big room, I am too tensed up to sleep now. Just one of those nights. At least it does not happen nearly as much as it used to. Sleep has been a more reliable friend lately.

49. Server Girl

This time Pop offered up Furr's, the buffet place with the great mashed potatoes. He did not have to twist my arm. And there was no bad news to ruin my dinner and my life. But there was one server-girl who shook me up a little. Such ivory skin. Quite pretty. A brunette. And it is always a wonder these days to see someone slender and fit. The tightest pants gripping what must be one of the sweetest asses in San Antonio. And a nice bouncy bosom for the kill. Young twenties, maybe late teens, just melts in your mouth. A little tall for me, though.

Don’t know much about the French I took, but what a wonderful world it would be, eh? If only I could have had a few girlfriends like that in my life. Deprivation has been my life-long companion, my friend, my wife, my misery, only in death do we part.