Midlife and the Pursuit of Happiness Part 1

Sometimes in life, we are faced to revisit the things in life we failed at. Sometimes we are faced with dilemma’s that are a chain of different events caused by what we have failed at.

It is when we actually have to make decisions and face the reality that ‘we’ must change our hearts and minds in order to actually bring on the ‘success’ we really want begs the question: Do we let the ‘effect’ of our living force us to the ‘affect’ that brings dynamic ‘change or do we choose affects that make others effect the changes we want?

Yeah, I know…a pretty heavy philosophical question for a bunch of occupied minds that are still killing off brain cells, flooding your blood with alcohol baths of beer, wine and whiskey.

Take another drink, I’ll illustrate this for you. Lets say you want your social drinking environment to have a younger crowd of prettier women to hit on, so you actively recruit young ladies from other establishments to enter into your ‘bar’ for drinks and liaisons’.

You find your success is short lived because the drinking environment you have brought them into is not at all friendly or conducive to their social norms, aggravating you. So what do you do? How do you make a short term fix in your environment to make the ‘new’ element comfortable enough to stay around, an environment that could be fun if it wasn’t for things in your own yesterday’s that have not been dealt with?

It was Monday Night last week when Bossman had hijacked a whole crew of young women from a late night pool hall down the street from the ‘game bar’ where the old crew hangs out. Bossman had figured the way to get them and keep them was with a hot young stud that could kind of keep their attention while some older boy’s made their play on the rest of the pack. Nice strategy in theory, in practice a whole different story.

Bossman’s wing man and ‘ace beau coup’ ‘Isley’, had helped him bring in a bunch of fine young ladies, some just 21 years of age (I THINK) into the ‘game’ establishment and things were going well for awhile, the young things got comfortable with the money and attention the old boys spent on them lavishly with lascivious intent. Then yesterday intruded with an innocuous phone call made to yours truly by ‘accident’, or so she said.

Back in August, Emily looked like Paris Hilton doing her best Daisy Duke impression (shorts, open shirt, long bare legs and big tits) but coming off somewhere between a Soho seducer and a committable coke freak. During that memorable evening (see blog entry ‘Bad Moon, Good Dreams and the Summer End Part 1’) she got money and attention from Bossman, Devin, and a few others including Slim, who ended up with her for a threesome at Slim’s deluxe dwelling place. Now Emily was on the phone.

Emily said “Slim is that you?” “No Emily, its RJ, you dialed the wrong number” “Sorry RJ, I’m looking for Slim….where are you?” “At the game Emily” “Is Bossman there RJ?” “No Emily” “Is Slim there RJ” “I haven’t seen him…try calling him Emily”… At that moment Slim opened his big mouth, he hit a box for Monday Night Football.

“Hey…that’s Slim, I know his voice RJ.” “Yep thats Slim, must have been hiding in the basement, hold on…”

I just gave my phone to Slim and said, “It’ s Emily” as Slim shook his head to disavow his presence I said, “she heard you!”

About then Devin’s head snapped to the sound of Emily’s name and Bossman who was there and surrounded by young ladies looked like someone had invoked the presence of Satan at hearing Emily’s name.

As Slim said that no one was at the ‘game’ and it was a dead night pleading to Emily not to come and see him, I saw beads of sweat run from his forehead. As he got off the phone he came to me and said to never tell Emily where he was again. I said, “I didn’t you did…as I was walking out the door she heard your big mouth when you hit the halftime box score.” Slim put his hands behind his head and pushed it into the wall as he called the name of Jesus.

Yaega Lee asked Slim what was going on when Mr. Clean showed up. Everybody was calm and the night went on when about half hour had passed after Emily’s call. Slim had one of the young ladies from the pool hall on his lap and he was describing to her his luscious living accommodations when the bombshell rolled through the back door. Emily had arrived.

The night was cool but Emily didn’t let that stop her from dressing like a Bimbette from Battery Park. Her dark blouse and white nylon undershirt did not conceal her hard erect nipples, the tight dark pants and the open toe fm whore boots left little doubt why she was here. Emily has a Hollywood face and a hot body, but her mind is a smut film and her soul possessed by lust. What she would do in the next 15 minutes was cold and wild.

What happens now?

Does Emily try to pick up Slim? Does Emily try to pick up Bossman?

Does Isley go home with Emily? What happens to the hot young things already around Isley, Slim, Bossman and the other old boys? What does Slim do? What does Isley do? What does Bossman do?

Look out for part 2.

RJ