Chapter 45
Squiggy had lived a life of disappointment, a trait he shared with many other residents of Langford. There had been some good points and times, but they were frequently dwarfed by all the bad stuff.
He had seldom felt this bad before. Betrayed by his only real friend and the only girl he really cared about.
As Squiggy watched them walk across the parking lot to her car, he leaned forward and rested his head against the steering wheel. His eyes were barely above the top of the wheel, taking them in as they walked slowly.
He considered firing up the old truck and running them over, but decided going to jail wouldn’t make his life any better. Instead, he sat in his truck, drinking beer and watched them leave The Last Call.
Squiggy had about half a beer left. He looked at the bottle for several seconds before deciding to do something that would have never seemed possible just a few minutes ago. He rolled his window down and poured the beer out. He was wasting beer!
He threw the empty bottle in the back of a truck parked next to him, turned the engine on and slowly drove away, headed back to his cellar and a life Squiggy was determined to change.
The following morning, Squiggy got up fairly early, at least for him, ate some leftover cold pizza and emerged from the cellar. It was a tough task ahead of him, but he was tired of living the way he had been.
He was determined to quit drinking beer, or at least as much, and finish his house. It was not moving on like he wanted and Squiggy was tired of living in a storm cellar. He walked over next to a tree and took a leak, enjoying the feeling of the cold air. The view from here was astounding, one that many people would pay a bundle to get.
Psycho was trailing behind him and started to lick the puddle of wee on the ground. “Quit that,” Squiggy said. Psycho followed directions and trailed behind Squiggy as they walked toward the house.
Squiggy stood at the entrance for a few seconds. It was rather cold this morning and he would rather be snuggled under some warm blankets until the sun came out, but that wasn’t going to happen today. He was going to work.
For the next five months, Squiggy did little other than work at his job as many hours as possible, eat, sleep and work on his home. He was making good progress and actually moved in the house early in June. It was far from finished but still better than living in the cellar.
That was the second biggest highlight of the new year for him. The first happened in early February. Squiggy woke up, looked down and saw what looked like a tent pole under the covers. It took a few seconds for him to realize the significance of this event.
“I got a chub!” he hollered, scaring Psycho bad enough that she almost bit him.
He stayed away from the bars and trash women so Squiggy had not actually returned to action.
Several times, Mule came to visit him. Squiggy would hide from his former friend or not answer the door. He could have used Mule’s help, but Squiggy was still hurting and wasn’t in a forgiving mood.
Without the beer and because of the extra work, Squiggy lost enough weight his pants were soon sagging off him. Muscles that had been given the last twenty years off were being used again, getting him in the best shape his body had seen since his senior year in high school.
The roof was on the house and everything was moving along well. But Squiggy was having all kinds of trouble getting the wood siding to look right. Every time he tried it, the siding would get all crooked and look like crap. This was getting very frustrating to him and Squiggy was about to break down and call in some help.
That is, until one day he came home after work, drove up his lane and was amazed to see much of the siding on the front of the house. It even looked good! Squiggy was astounded. He walked up to the front of his house and stood there for several minutes, staring at his masterpiece.
He didn’t have a clue how the siding had suddenly materialized. Squiggy also didn’t hear anybody come up behind him.
“How you like it?” the man asked.
“Nice,” Squiggy said. He turned around to see Mule standing behind him. Mule’s hair had grown some and his beard was in bad need of a trim. He on only had on a pair of his camo shorts and his hunting boots.
“I figgered you might could use some help. You looked like you was having some problems with that there siding.”
Squiggy nodded, staring at Mule’s boobs. It was almost like he didn’t have any nipples. Normally, he would have requested more information about this abnormality, but this just didn’t seem the time to do so.
“You did all this today?” Squiggy asked.
“Yep. Got here right after you left for work. I been wanting to help.”
Squiggy nodded, still staring at Mule’s tits. He wanted to ask so bad, but contained himself. “You did a dern good job.”
Mule nodded. He walked over to the porch and sat down with Squiggy following. “I didn’t boink May that night.”
Squiggy frowned. That didn’t seem possible. “You left with her.”
“Yeah, but it bothered me after that. She wanted to go to her place and get naked. I started feeling bad about it and told her to quit grabbing my manhood.”
“Are you serious?”
“Naw, I’m still Mule.’
“No, I meant that you’re telling the truth? You and May didn’t get busy?”
Mule shook his head. “Naw, it just didn’t seem right since you was wanting to nail her but you couldn’t cause yer thingey weren’t working.”
“I’ll be danged. I figgered you ruined her that night.”
Mule thought about that for a second. “Naw, I went home by myself.”
“Why didn’t you tell me about this before?” Squiggy said.
“You always hid whenever I came around. I can’t really blame you. If I thought you porked some chick I wanted to be with forever, I’d been wanting to do something bad.”
Squiggy nodded. He still stared at the breasts. He couldn’t hold off any more. “Where’s yer dang nips?”
“My what?”
“Yer nipples. You ain’t got none?”
Mule looked down and ran his hands over them. “Yeah, I do. They’s just innies and like to stay hidden until it gets cold.”
Squiggy nodded, glad that was finally out of the way. “Sorry bout getting in a fight with you that night.”
“Me too, Squiggy. Buds shouldn’t fight like that. It was a bad night with you not being able to have sex with all them hot chicks and then Daddy showing up and leaving.”
“What happened with him?”
“Don’t really know. He came home that night and was going to let Mommy have sex with him until she found about him getting his tallywhacker shot off. After that, she just told him to leave.”
“Ain’t seen him since then?”
“Naw. He don’t need to be round here no more.”
Squiggy looked around at his house. It looked nothing like it had yesterday. Now, it was really starting to look like a house.
“You want me to buy you some beer for helping me?” Squiggy asked.
“Naw, let’s work on the house. You can pay me back by just being my buddy again.”
Squiggy nodded and patted his friend on the shoulder. “Thanks, Mule.”
Mule smiled like he hadn’t in months.
Chapter 46
He had seldom felt this bad before. Betrayed by his only real friend and the only girl he really cared about.
As Squiggy watched them walk across the parking lot to her car, he leaned forward and rested his head against the steering wheel. His eyes were barely above the top of the wheel, taking them in as they walked slowly.
He considered firing up the old truck and running them over, but decided going to jail wouldn’t make his life any better. Instead, he sat in his truck, drinking beer and watched them leave The Last Call.
Squiggy had about half a beer left. He looked at the bottle for several seconds before deciding to do something that would have never seemed possible just a few minutes ago. He rolled his window down and poured the beer out. He was wasting beer!
He threw the empty bottle in the back of a truck parked next to him, turned the engine on and slowly drove away, headed back to his cellar and a life Squiggy was determined to change.
The following morning, Squiggy got up fairly early, at least for him, ate some leftover cold pizza and emerged from the cellar. It was a tough task ahead of him, but he was tired of living the way he had been.
He was determined to quit drinking beer, or at least as much, and finish his house. It was not moving on like he wanted and Squiggy was tired of living in a storm cellar. He walked over next to a tree and took a leak, enjoying the feeling of the cold air. The view from here was astounding, one that many people would pay a bundle to get.
Psycho was trailing behind him and started to lick the puddle of wee on the ground. “Quit that,” Squiggy said. Psycho followed directions and trailed behind Squiggy as they walked toward the house.
Squiggy stood at the entrance for a few seconds. It was rather cold this morning and he would rather be snuggled under some warm blankets until the sun came out, but that wasn’t going to happen today. He was going to work.
For the next five months, Squiggy did little other than work at his job as many hours as possible, eat, sleep and work on his home. He was making good progress and actually moved in the house early in June. It was far from finished but still better than living in the cellar.
That was the second biggest highlight of the new year for him. The first happened in early February. Squiggy woke up, looked down and saw what looked like a tent pole under the covers. It took a few seconds for him to realize the significance of this event.
“I got a chub!” he hollered, scaring Psycho bad enough that she almost bit him.
He stayed away from the bars and trash women so Squiggy had not actually returned to action.
Several times, Mule came to visit him. Squiggy would hide from his former friend or not answer the door. He could have used Mule’s help, but Squiggy was still hurting and wasn’t in a forgiving mood.
Without the beer and because of the extra work, Squiggy lost enough weight his pants were soon sagging off him. Muscles that had been given the last twenty years off were being used again, getting him in the best shape his body had seen since his senior year in high school.
The roof was on the house and everything was moving along well. But Squiggy was having all kinds of trouble getting the wood siding to look right. Every time he tried it, the siding would get all crooked and look like crap. This was getting very frustrating to him and Squiggy was about to break down and call in some help.
That is, until one day he came home after work, drove up his lane and was amazed to see much of the siding on the front of the house. It even looked good! Squiggy was astounded. He walked up to the front of his house and stood there for several minutes, staring at his masterpiece.
He didn’t have a clue how the siding had suddenly materialized. Squiggy also didn’t hear anybody come up behind him.
“How you like it?” the man asked.
“Nice,” Squiggy said. He turned around to see Mule standing behind him. Mule’s hair had grown some and his beard was in bad need of a trim. He on only had on a pair of his camo shorts and his hunting boots.
“I figgered you might could use some help. You looked like you was having some problems with that there siding.”
Squiggy nodded, staring at Mule’s boobs. It was almost like he didn’t have any nipples. Normally, he would have requested more information about this abnormality, but this just didn’t seem the time to do so.
“You did all this today?” Squiggy asked.
“Yep. Got here right after you left for work. I been wanting to help.”
Squiggy nodded, still staring at Mule’s tits. He wanted to ask so bad, but contained himself. “You did a dern good job.”
Mule nodded. He walked over to the porch and sat down with Squiggy following. “I didn’t boink May that night.”
Squiggy frowned. That didn’t seem possible. “You left with her.”
“Yeah, but it bothered me after that. She wanted to go to her place and get naked. I started feeling bad about it and told her to quit grabbing my manhood.”
“Are you serious?”
“Naw, I’m still Mule.’
“No, I meant that you’re telling the truth? You and May didn’t get busy?”
Mule shook his head. “Naw, it just didn’t seem right since you was wanting to nail her but you couldn’t cause yer thingey weren’t working.”
“I’ll be danged. I figgered you ruined her that night.”
Mule thought about that for a second. “Naw, I went home by myself.”
“Why didn’t you tell me about this before?” Squiggy said.
“You always hid whenever I came around. I can’t really blame you. If I thought you porked some chick I wanted to be with forever, I’d been wanting to do something bad.”
Squiggy nodded. He still stared at the breasts. He couldn’t hold off any more. “Where’s yer dang nips?”
“My what?”
“Yer nipples. You ain’t got none?”
Mule looked down and ran his hands over them. “Yeah, I do. They’s just innies and like to stay hidden until it gets cold.”
Squiggy nodded, glad that was finally out of the way. “Sorry bout getting in a fight with you that night.”
“Me too, Squiggy. Buds shouldn’t fight like that. It was a bad night with you not being able to have sex with all them hot chicks and then Daddy showing up and leaving.”
“What happened with him?”
“Don’t really know. He came home that night and was going to let Mommy have sex with him until she found about him getting his tallywhacker shot off. After that, she just told him to leave.”
“Ain’t seen him since then?”
“Naw. He don’t need to be round here no more.”
Squiggy looked around at his house. It looked nothing like it had yesterday. Now, it was really starting to look like a house.
“You want me to buy you some beer for helping me?” Squiggy asked.
“Naw, let’s work on the house. You can pay me back by just being my buddy again.”
Squiggy nodded and patted his friend on the shoulder. “Thanks, Mule.”
Mule smiled like he hadn’t in months.
posted by Craig Hall at 5:00 AM
1 Comments:
Well, this loyal reader would be deeply touched if not aware of the wildly varying hands of chance that have been dealt to poor ole Squister and the Mule. They're best buds now and that's good.
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