Could You Do Me a Favor?

Sunday, July 26, 2009:

In this, the new century, romantic entanglements can be quite complex. Seneca admits that he does yearn for the good ol’ days!

Seneca’s girlfriend Lucky’s boyfriend (Yes! Pay attention!) is a 22-year-old stud muffin.  He happens to be entranced by an 18-year-old hottie.

Who isn’t?

The 18-year-old uses the poor stud muffin as a piece of meat.  She has some affection for him, but not really.

A Fate worse than Death!

The 18-year-old has a gorgeous 16-year-old sister who is concerned about not having lost her virginity at such an advanced age.

There is so much to worry about when young!

18-Year-Old Hottie to Stud Muffin: ” Could you do me a favor?  My 16-year-old sister needs to get rid of her virginity.   Could you take care of it?”

Surprisingly, the stud muffin chooses NOT to save what he has to offer for Seneca’s girlfriend, or for the 18-year-old making the request, or for the married 33-year-old assistant states attorney he’s boffing, or for the hot 23-year-old female bisexual who not only “does” him but who desires Seneca’s girlfriend.

22-Year-Old Stud Muffin:  ”Sure. I’ll do it!”

The guy eats his Wheaties!

18-Year-Old Hottie:  “Thanks. I’ll set it up when my parents will be gone for the evening.  You just go over and get it done.”

At the appointed hour, the stud muffin arrives and is led into the little girl’s bedroom.

16-Year-Old Gorgeous Virgin:  “I don’t like you. I never want to see you again. I just gotta get rid of this!”

The stud muffin assumes the legendary missionary position, but cannot gain entrance.  Seneca has not heard that he is overly endowed but, believe me, to the depths of his soul, Seneca hopes that he isn’t.

Seneca doesn’t ask, okay?

The stud muffin then reclines on his back and let’s the little girl take over.  She assumes the cowgirl position and, after much effort, the deed is done.

Seneca’s girlfriend listens to the story, wide-eyed.  At age 27, she is feeling the effects of advanced age.

Who isn’t?

Seneca’s own head is spinning, realizing that he is an alien transported into a strange new world.  He thinks:

How do I get outta here?

Lucky’s Decline

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Saturday, August 1, 2009:

Blog posts have diminished with the arrival of the disaster that is Lucky.  She is all-encompassing and all-destructive.  The will to post or to do most things did vanish.

Lucky  still lives here, but is no longer in the romance picture.  Seneca just wants to help get her on her feet.   The blog will be updated with her story of the last couple of months.

The arrival of Veronica has introduced a calmness and a serenity to Seneca.  She has re-ignited his will to post and his faith in women.

The Journey continues.

A Possible Romantic Interest for Lucky

Monday, June 22, 2009

Darkness

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Saturday, June 6, 2009:

It is 5:30 am.  Lucky and Seneca have been up all night drinking brandy with  Seneca listening to her stories of pain and abuse.  She’s drunk.

As Seneca leaves her room, she arises and places both of her hands on her desk so as to lean forward, exposing full cleavage.  She imperceptibly shakes her chest, causing her breasts to come alive with movement.  She watches Seneca’s face for evidence that the desired effect has been accomplished.  Knowing full-well how she uses her body to control, Seneca still accepts a tender kiss.

Every part of her body and face are perfect, masking the imperfection of her interior.  Her destruction has been brought to its pinnacle by her recent brief profession as a high-dollar internet escort.  The profession has left her with additional emotional scars and some physical maladies.  One of them, to which she has over-reacted, has shaken her to her core.

This destruction has been preceded by severe sexual abuse as a child, destroying her.  She’s not even aware of how destructive what happened to her is, yet the abuse still prevents her from having a healthy life.

Lucky:  “Who else is a man supposed to f*ck when his wife won’t have sex with him?”

Seneca:  “Not his own child, honey.  Not his own child.”

Her Eastern European village was impoverished.  She often did not have enough to eat.  Her only asset was perfection of form.  She has lived by that asset to this day.

By 7:00 am, Seneca hears thrashing and wailing from her bedroom.  Although she cannot talk, only scream, he is able to determine that she thinks spirits are crawling all over her body.  She sometimes sees those spirits on Seneca, and punches him in the face and kicks him in the balls.  An hour later, Seneca is finally able to achieve full calmness by holding her very tightly and yelling at her that his power has driven the spirits off.

By 8:00 am, she appears to be sleeping calmly.

She is drug-free, but not alcohol-free.

She has never had girlfriends.

Previous boyfriends are not willing to help her in her time of need, but are willing to continue to use her body.

She does have a sister in America, but cannot visit her.  Her brother-in-law will beat Lucky in order to cause her to stay away.

She feels totally alone and worthless.

She’s not alone.

She’s not worthless.

Spirited and Dysfunctional

Sasha

Thursday, June 4, 2009:

Seneca and Lucky are having their morning coffee on the patio next to the pool.  Lucky is talking to her mother on the phone, and Seneca is under orders to keep quiet so her mother doesn’t ask with whom she’s living. 

Travis, about thirty yards away, yells a greeting.  Seneca, forgetting the gag order, yells “good morning” to his buddy.  Now remembering the order of silence, Seneca slumps down in his seat, awaiting Lucky’s wrath.

Although Lucky’s a 27-year-old absolutely-gorgeous hottie, shes extremely insecure.  She thinks Seneca has slumped in his seat in order to avoid being seen with her.

Lucky, glaring:  “MY MOTHER HEARD YOU!  Why do you disrespect me?”

Seneca:  “That’s my buddy Travis.  I just returned his greeting, not even thinking.”

Lucky, implying she is valued less than the one Seneca greeted:  “Who’s Travis?  Some maintenance worker?”

Seneca:  “He’s a leasing agent for the complex.”

Lucky:  “You continue to disrespect me.  Yesterday was so perfect, now this.  You can’t go more than a day without disrespecting me!”

Lucky recites a litany of similar offenses Seneca has committed over the three weeks they’ve lived together.  Seneca asserts she has misinterpreted them all.  Seneca is particularly upset over the alleged offenses in which she refuses to tell him what he’s done.

The fighting intensifies.  Lucky calls Joe, a supposedly non-sexual boyfriend, to pick her up.  Joe doesn’t answer.  Seneca explodes.

Seneca:  “What the f*ck are you doing?  You don’t call some f*ckin’ boyfriend when you and I are fighting!  You stay here and work it out!”

Lucky:  “I DON’T F*CK HIM!!!  He calms me down when you act like an asshole!”

The fighting moves from the patio into the living room.  The two face one another about ten feet apart, with Lucky spewing venom.  Working herself up, she removes a shoe and cocks her arm to throw it at Seneca.  Seneca ducks.  The shoe bounces off the side of his head. 

Lucky chases Seneca into a hall and corners him.  The other shoe is ready to be hurled at his head at close range.  He grabs the shoe and throws it across the room, out of her reach.

Seneca is livid over the fact that his supposed girlfriend runs out with Joe when they fight.

Seneca:  “Move in with Joe!  He provides you with what you need!”

Lucky:  “I DON’T F*CK HIM!”

Seneca:  “You’re not running out on me with some guy when we fight.  You need to move out of here.”

Lucky:  “Give me 2-3 weeks.”

Seneca:  “Okay.”

But she probably won’t move out!  The two fight fiercely and often.  At the time, the breakup seems real and certain.

The next day, the makeup is tender and the sex is intense.

Seneca feels that this type of relationship is destructive, but he’s getting addicted.

The Moonlight Gambler writes (edited):

“These types of relationships are about people who need the illusion of the air being cleared between them to function well sexually.

The fighting may not be “on point” in terms of issues developing between them (it’s usually not), but the temporary release of tension in the relationship serves to reduce the baseline conflict level, at least temporarily.

It may seem dysfunctional, but it is in fact an adaptive mechanism that works well temporarily when certain personality types intersect.

When relationships like this exist with frequent repetition over time, the fighting is often provoked by a partner with narcisstic tendencies in response to a partner’s passive-aggressive responses to their demands for attention and approbation.

When this is only an infrequent, though cyclic, feature of the relationship, it is usually a symbolic clearing of the air that gives the partners permission to avoid focusing on more intransigent and insoluble issues.”

Seneca responds to the Moonlight Gambler’s statement by stating that the “more intransigent and insoluble issues” are two:

First, Lucky demands Seneca’s monogamy, without pledging hers, perhaps even flaunting her lack of it.

Second, she refuses to admit that her dating others results in a less intense relationship with Seneca, and that less intensity results in a lesser devotion to her and to her future.

A Reputation Precedes Him

Sasha

Sunday, May 31, 2009:

Lucky and Seneca are talking of previous experiences. She leans close to him and says quietly:

Lucky:  “Mike, can I tell you something?”

Seneca, fearful of what is about to be said:  “Sure, honey.”

Lucky:  “I once kissed a black man.”

Seneca, with a soft chuckle:  “That doesn’t bother me, honey.”

Lucky:  “It was in college. I loved the fullness of his lips. I just had to kiss them. His touch filled me with fire. I’ve never been aroused like that before!”

Seneca:  “Part of the reason is that he is forbidden fruit. Did you f*ck him?”

Lucky:  “No. I was worried his dick was too big and it would hurt me!”

Seneca:  “Did you check?”

Lucky:  “No! All black men have big dicks!”

Seneca:  “No, honey. On the average, they’re bigger, but there is a range of sizes.”

Fortunately for Seneca, she’s lost the guy’s phone number.

She’s Got a PhD!

Sasha

Saturday, May 23, 2009:

Seneca has a huge crush on Lucky (he thinks it’s love!) and looks to her for approval:

Seneca:  “Honey, I recovered pretty quickly for a change, didn’t I?”

Lucky:  “I told you that, IF YOU STOPPED MASTURBATING AND SAVED IT FOR ME, you’d be fine, didn’t I?”

Seneca looks away sheepishly.  After all these years and all those girls, he’d never thought of that……..

Wanting to change the subject and totally entranced by this belle du jour:

Seneca:  “What do you think of monogamy?”

Lucky, in a sexy central European accent:  “Honey, what does that word mean?”

After a moment or two spent in attempted translation, she laughs and says:

Lucky:  “Baby, my pussy has a PhD in BAAAD!!!”

A Lucky Morning

Thursday, May 21, 2009:

Lucky is from Central Europe.  English is not her native language.

This morning, she asked Seneca to read these words as she gave him a long, lingering hug.  At that moment, he felt very close to her.

“I could have gone around the world and back and never I would have thought to meet such genuine person that is you!!  I am humbled and honored by your good spirit, great personality and intelligence!!!  You found me at the most difficult moment of my life, your help kept me from falling apart and away of so many difficult things I saw in my horizon .  Dearest soul and heart that is you , know that  if I have a smile in my face it is because of you!!”

Much love,

Lucky

Hide Your Children!

Sasha 

Sunday, May 17, 2009:

Lucky is 27  with a wonderful womanly body.  She must be broke, for she cannot afford tops with enough material to cover her fat ta ta’s.

She can have any man she wants,

or any boy,

or most any woman.

She likes boys.

She craves virgin teen-aged boys.

She will forgo virgins and accept those with little experience if she must.

The youngest she has been with is 16.

Lucky:   “Mike, I want a teen-aged girl. Can you get me one?”

Seneca:  ”How about J-Rock or Reena? They love girls!”

Lucky:  “No. I want someone with little experience.”

Seneca:  “So you want me to find a gorgeous teen-aged girl with little experience who will come over and have sex with a stranger?”

Lucky:  “Yes!”

Seneca, to himself:  “I am not up to the task!”

A Lucky Reconciliation

Sasha

Saturday Morning, May 16, 2009:

Friday evening, Seneca had told Lucky that she could not live with him because of an emotional fight they had had.

Saturday morning, he’s awoken by someone touching his arm.  He looks up to see Lucky.

She had cried during the night, and her face had been cleansed by the tears.  She looked angelic, hair tumbling everywhere.  Not wearing a top, her breasts were held in place by a small bra.  She looked awesome.

She just stared at Seneca.

Overwhelmed, Seneca could only mumble:

“Please live with me.

Don’t go.”