Thursdays In The Valley – Chapter 14

Finally, some peace and quiet. But it doesn’t last for long . . . he’s a local . . .

“Oh shit, I forgot you were here. What’s up?”

“Not a whole lot, just enjoying locals night. Isn’t that your girl up there dancing?”

“I told you, she’s not my girl.”

“Ok, ok, ok . . . but I’m guessing, right about now, you’re wishing she was.”

“I think she’s just drunk.”

“Ol’ girl has definitely got the moves. Damn that’s hot.”

“I have to say, I’m in a bit of shock at the moment. She’s always so shy and quiet, I would have never expected this.”

“It’s always the quiet ones my friend, always the quiet ones . . .”

“Hey, did I tell you the story about my friend and the wheel chair chick?”

“What?”

“I’ll take that as a no. Hey Pedro, pull up a stool brother, you got to hear this one.”

“I told you, my name is not Pedro, we are not all named Pedro . . .”

“Aww shit, I’m just fucking with you. A little ball breaking is all.”

“Ok but I think you are making the fun of me.”

“No, not making fun, just having fun . . . anyway, let me tell you about this friend of mine. See, my friend was at his cousin’s wedding reception and there was this girl there who was all depressed because her boyfriend wouldn’t dance with her. He was embarrassed or something because she was in a wheel chair. So her boyfriend was off getting drunk or something and there she sits, all by herself looking like she’s gonna cry. So my friend goes up to her to see what’s wrong and she tells him all about how her boyfriend won’t dance with her and what a cold unemotional asshole he is. My friend is a real sensitive guy, right, so he doesn’t even say a word, he just wheels her out on the dance floor and spins her a bit, pushes her around, just dances with her the best he can, know what I mean?”

“Why is she in this, the wheeled chair?”

“Ahh man she’s a para, parabo, prabapla . . .”

“Paraplegic?”

“Yeah, that’s it. She couldn’t move from the waist down. Matter of fact, she didn’t even have any fucking legs. Just a couple stumps sticking out. I guess it was pretty messed up.”

“Damn, what happened to her?”

“Shit, I don’t know, he didn’t tell me any of that. Let me finish the story. Anyway, she is totally loving this shit, my friend is giving her more attention than her boyfriend ever has. And you know what happens next?”

“What?”

“Tell me.”

“He takes her back to his hotel room and fucks her.”

“Oh come on, you’re kidding me?”

“Nope, that’s exactly what happened.”

“Man, he took advantage of that girl. That is some messed up shit.”

“To what do you mean?”

“What, you don’t think there’s anything wrong with that?”

“No, nothing wrong, in my country it is perfectly acceptable to be with a crippled person. We treat them the same as everybody else.”

“That’s not what I’m saying, I don’t think there’s anything wrong with being with a disabled person, it’s just this situation, he took advantage of her. It’s not right.”

“You think that’s bad, let me tell you about the time he volunteered at the homeless shelter . . .”

“Oh fuck, save it man, I don’t want to hear that shit.”

“Damn brother, simmer down . . . simmer down.”

“You’ve got some fucked up friends.”

“Ain’t that the truth. And two of ‘em are sittin right here in front of me. You’re two of the craziest mothers I’ve ever met.”

I have to stop and take a moment here . . .

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