Midlife and the Pursuit of Happiness Part 2

(Part 2) Emily ran over to Bossman who was surrounded by young things and interrupted conversations that were at least beyond the hello stage on the way to where are you going next stage with these young ladies. “Bossman, I need a few bucks because Isley over there won’t talk to me without money and all I wanna do is get happy so I can make you a little happier…”

Slim heard the conversation and turned an even whiter shade of pale. Emily had extorted some ‘medication’ from Isley and threatened to tell Isley’s woman (whom she met by accident down at Social Services, where she gets her happy time meds and does what she must to get them) how much fun Isley really is.

Slim was next. Slim was talking to a pretty young thing who got really pissed when Emily interrupted their fun.Bossman threw Emily a few 20’s and told her to talk to Isley, Bossman said “I’m busy here” to which Emily cheerfully bounced over to Isley. I don’t know exactly what happened next, but after Emily pushed Isley down into the booth in the back and had a strained conversation, Emily left the booth smiling and Isley just left…dematerialized like cigar smoke in the wind.

“Slim take me back to your place tonight and I’ll really make it worth your while” said Emily in front of the dark haired beauty that was with Slim. “Look Emily, I don’t have time for this and you really blew it with me when you pulled that stunt in my driveway back in August, I’m really busy now.” “Yeah Slim too busy to get a blow job, some ass and some….” “Just stop Emily we are talking here” said Slim.

In fact half the herd of females rustled from the pool hall down the block had left. Yaega and some of the other patrons were watching the drama unfold when Bossman noticed his wingman had bailed on him. He was flying alone and was protecting the rest of his herd when he asked me to come over. “Did you do this…did you get Emily down here RJ?

“Hell No!” was my instant response.

“Look, help me out here RJ, get some music going and distract her for about 15 minutes…long enough for a cab to get here and long enough to keep these other young ladies from bailing out. Ok?” “Alright Bossman.” So I broke into the heated discussion Emily was having with Slim which was loud and nasty. Emily said “Oh I see Slim, I’m good enough to suck you, to fuck you, good enough for you to eat my snatch but not to be seen with huh?”

I said “Emily please don’t do that to yourself” and guided her to the jukebox and started talking about rock and roll. I got Emily’s mind on music and then had her talking about herself. She told me all about why she hasn’t been around for awhile. Emily’s estranged and dangerous husband, Rufus is still in jail on an attempted murder charge which might get reduced to aggravated assault. Rufus caught Emily with somebody and beat him bloody with a hose.

Emily said, “I had to have surgery on my intestinal track, thank god I don’t have to wear a colostomy bag…it was awful, they said it was an extreme bowel inflammation.”

Stupidly, I asked, “how did something like that happen Emily.” “Probably from anal sex, I mean it feels so good and guys like Slim and Isley really know how to pack it in.

Mr. Clean heard what Emily said to me and grabbed a pool stick and headed for the pool table with Yaega Lee. He made a nearly hearable comment to Yaega, but it had to do with the pool stick and a solution to future anal and intestinal problems.

I bought Bossman a good half hour as the music kept the girls long enough for the cab to show up. Bossman announced his departure and with him two of the three remaining young ladies jumped in the cab.down.” It was then I noticed Emily rubbing her nose, now I know why she had a quick trip to the ladies room before vamping the place.

Emily wondered if she should drive home because her sugar daddies had left. Bossman and Isley were gone. I said, “Slim will take you home” as Slim snuck back into the bar. “What did you volunteer me for RJ? “Take Emily home, she came here to the sound of your voice so you get her home.” Slim looked at me in amazement and relayed his fears about what could happen in a number of different ways. “Give Yaega an odometer reading from your car, drop Emily and come back, if you get stuck on a conversation longer that 5 minutes give Yaega a call.”

I said this so Slim could protect himself in any future accusations. I told Emily to text me when she got home. “RJ, thanks for looking out for me, I’ll text you to know I’m home safe.” (Emily got into a car with a fool back in September and I had her take my number to text me when she was home and safe, not a candidate for a date rape) Slim said “we’re going now, be back in a few.” As the bar cleared out the dark haired beauty, Rhonda, came back.

I kept Rhonda’s company until Slim came back. Then I left. The back-story to this blog is that Emily had rendezvous with many of the old boys but when they found out she was telling Rufus who they were they avoided her like a skunk in the woods. Rufus is scheduled to get out sometime in January.

To all the Old Boys who really know how to pack it down, Happy New Year.

RJ