Doctor leroy felt lonely. he regretted marrying his wife. while eating his delivered lunch, at his abortion clinic, on a cloudy day, he considered that she had been a bit ugly when he had met her and now he could not see any redeeming qualities. she nagged him and spent more money than ever... and her ugliness had increased. he considered some married men enjoy intimacy... but just looking at her he felt disgust... and that subjective disgust was supported by science... and evolution he could not risk a baby with her due to her age. once women reach 35 pregnancy is dangerous for the mom... not that her loss would bother him but that was the evolutionary repulsion for older women... older than 34.
he had been a handsome high school junior. his black hair was naturally curly in tiny loops that he liked to trim at 1/4 inch. his broad wide and tall forehead had smooth dark skin. it rose vertical from his brown eyes to the curls where his skull curved. young ladies told him that they adored his thick lips and teeth. they were clean from the gross yellow added stone but were the natural whitish-yellow of teeth.
leroy had a choice of ladies. the one who loved him most was a fellow negro lady. she was uglier than most of the juniors in his school but she showed her emotions with looks from afar. wilbur had been thinner then. she eagerly urged him to meet her pa a doc. her pa invited him to be his assistant in the abortion clinic. there leroy learnt the IMPORTANT and practical parts of noticing the defining symptoms and diagnosis. instead of 7 years of theory that open many directions of options, he focused on the practical useful information. all senior year he only came to class from noon til one before returning to the clinic for real study and practice of the doc practices.
her pa granted him a certificate doctor due to those studies. his knowledge served him as he diagnosed different coughs and fevers.
once her pa saw he was handling his responsibilities in the abortion clinic and in the general clinic, he encouraged his daughter wilbur to date him. leroy had been hesitant to ask her because he felt wilbur was ugly but when she asked him to date and he considered her love he overlooked her ugliness.
two decades later the nag had stopped showing love and had crumbled into an uglier nag. nothing was good about her anymore. at age 19, in the first week of winter they had made a catholic wedding because his parents were catholic. catholics cant divorce. he considered his options? he cant actively cause "til death do you part". that would be doing harm. he cant divorce her because he was catholic he cant add a second wife kuz he lived in u.s. and even if he would "side" sleep he would still need to see her ugly face and fat body every morning and evening.
he wondered what people in catholic countries did?
the next day at the hospital, doc made the effort at break time to ask his buddy john if he knew anything about divorce in mexico. jon said "catholics can live separately without divorce".
doc considered this would solve some of the problem but what about the outrageous shopping she did? and living separately meant payimg extra rent.
he reasoned other people get divore therefore whatever prevents me from divorce must be removed. my catholic faith prevents divorce so i will deny it. POOF i am an atheist. i am certain there is no god. because i want to divorce my ugly nagging money draining wife.
that decision behind him he continued to scheme. he returned from the afternoon shift at the hospital and asked his ugly wife if she wanted some wine.
the nag ignored the offer and complained about stuff. he patienntly waited and poured to glasses of wine. as she nagged he handed her a glass and said "cheers" sipping his... luckily she glugged hers... some women would not drink wine. next he stared to seduce her... gross. he could not ber looking at her she had abandoned any efforts to look appealing... what was the solution how could he have intimacy without seeing her?
he considered the information he knew about anatomy. yes he found the solution...
he slid his hand on her wrist and urged "you are making solid points we need to improve al that" as he led her to the rocking chair.
he sat on the rocking chair and said "sit on my lap we are gonna try a new position."
to his surprise the wine did not have the effect he had planned. "no way i am letting you use the back exit" she sounded hysterical.
"i meant the front door..." but she ran away.
he chased her to their bedroom and urged "no problem, if you feel holy by self denial of pleasures i respect that."
she peaked her head out of the bedroom door and he motioned her to come to the sofa.
he sat in the rocking chair and said, "i finally earn enough for us to get a bigger house and all you need to do is limit your spending to two hundred dollars a month"
"but i like shoes and dresses."
"and you can buy new ones just consider the CHILDREN we can have a bigger house for them just set a limit for your credit card and give me the others to cut."
"well for the children i guess we can sell this house and move to another." she handed her purse to him and called the church to tell them she would not manage the morning bingo. he called after her, "i knew you would understand why i was trying to seduce you. so tomorrow we will see the agent."
leroy slept soundly that night. the cut halves of many credit cards in his pillow.
the next morning the smell of pancakes woke him.
as he rushed to dress he planned the details. the brats were screaming again... he would let her have custody. he left his bedroom and scolded "if you dont stop hittn and restlin no pancakes!!"
a brat said "you cant do negligence" he replied, "salty grits for you. no pancaked in syrup"
the brat said "you cant force me and he grabbed some pancakes."
doc was ready as he walked to key dish and took his brats car keys. the original and the copy in case he lost it.
brat brad teased "i got effin pancakes"
doc shrugged.
he ate a pancake with butter. then urged his wife wilbur to eat a pancake.
"a pancake?" she echoed in horror. "you dont need more, i mean look at you!"
the brats burst out laughing and ma burts out crying.
"i apologize i am sorry" leroy lied, "but i was just recommending less calories".
she sniffled her tears and said "well what bout you? how many pancakes did you eat?"
peteretta had noticed. "he had one same as he said you should have."
brad considered what she said and without thinking blurted out "that is mighty white of you."
peteretta glared at him.
doc reminded wilbur that they had an appointment. wilbur exploded "how did you make an appointment?"
"i knew you would agree and you did"
"how dare you even make an appointment before asking me!!"
she hoollered.
doc was ready, "if you said no we can cancel the appointment but if you say yes we need the money for the kids."
"well i say no."
"i can cancel the appointment but our kids grew up think of their needs."
"fine." she lied. it was not fine. but in the big picture he had not cut ALL her credit cards.
brad was slapping peteretta. "stop that now!" hollered doc.
"she hid my car keys" brad accused. "wrong i hid them because i warned you no pancakes and you rebelled."
"that is MY car"!! brad exploded.
"well maybe i will let you use it if you stop being so violent with your sister."
this did not calm brad. he pushed her down on the floor.
"i see you are angry and if you will earn it i will get you a newer used car."
"fine." brad lied hissing. it was not fine.
peteretta stood up horrified "how can you reward that nigger??"
doc explained "only if he treats you good... it is like motivation."
"motivation is to woop his black asses" said brad's twin sister.
leroy echoed "that is mighty white of you to say."
the entire dark skinned family laughed at his jab.
tension broken the brats walked out from the home. on a windy day, the last day of autumn they walked to the nearby public school. brad said "i hate lookin for parkin anyhow."
the next day at the hospital, doc made the effort at break time to ask his buddy john if he knew anything about divorce in mexico. jon said "catholics can live separately without divorce".
doc considered this would solve some of the problem but what about the outrageous shopping she did? and living separately meant payimg extra rent.
he reasoned other people get divore therefore whatever prevents me from divorce must be removed. my catholic faith prevents divorce so i will deny it. POOF i am an atheist. i am certain there is no god. because i want to divorce my ugly nagging money draining wife.
that decision behind him he continued to scheme. he returned from the afternoon shift at the hospital and asked his ugly wife if she wanted some wine.
the nag ignored the offer and complained about stuff. he patienntly waited and poured to glasses of wine. as she nagged he handed her a glass and said "cheers" sipping his... luckily she glugged hers... some women would not drink wine. next he stared to seduce her... gross. he could not ber looking at her she had abandoned any efforts to look appealing... what was the solution how could he have intimacy without seeing her?
he considered the information he knew about anatomy. yes he found the solution...
he slid his hand on her wrist and urged "you are making solid points we need to improve al that" as he led her to the rocking chair.
he sat on the rocking chair and said "sit on my lap we are gonna try a new position."
to his surprise the wine did not have the effect he had planned. "no way i am letting you use the back exit" she sounded hysterical.
"i meant the front door..." but she ran away.
he chased her to their bedroom and urged "no problem, if you feel holy by self denial of pleasures i respect that."
she peaked her head out of the bedroom door and he motioned her to come to the sofa.
he sat in the rocking chair and said, "i finally earn enough for us to get a bigger house and all you need to do is limit your spending to two hundred dollars a month"
"but i like shoes and dresses."
"and you can buy new ones just consider the CHILDREN we can have a bigger house for them just set a limit for your credit card and give me the others to cut."
"well for the children i guess we can sell this house and move to another." she handed her purse to him and called the church to tell them she would not manage the morning bingo. he called after her, "i knew you would understand why i was trying to seduce you. so tomorrow we will see the agent."
leroy slept soundly that night. the cut halves of many credit cards in his pillow.
the next morning the smell of pancakes woke him.
as he rushed to dress he planned the details. the brats were screaming again... he would let her have custody. he left his bedroom and scolded "if you dont stop hittn and restlin no pancakes!!"
a brat said "you cant do negligence" he replied, "salty grits for you. no pancaked in syrup"
the brat said "you cant force me and he grabbed some pancakes."
doc was ready as he walked to key dish and took his brats car keys. the original and the copy in case he lost it.
brat brad teased "i got effin pancakes"
doc shrugged.
he ate a pancake with butter. then urged his wife wilbur to eat a pancake.
"a pancake?" she echoed in horror. "you dont need more, i mean look at you!"
the brats burst out laughing and ma burts out crying.
"i apologize i am sorry" leroy lied, "but i was just recommending less calories".
she sniffled her tears and said "well what bout you? how many pancakes did you eat?"
peteretta had noticed. "he had one same as he said you should have."
brad considered what she said and without thinking blurted out "that is mighty white of you."
peteretta glared at him.
doc reminded wilbur that they had an appointment. wilbur exploded "how did you make an appointment?"
"i knew you would agree and you did"
"how dare you even make an appointment before asking me!!"
she hoollered.
doc was ready, "if you said no we can cancel the appointment but if you say yes we need the money for the kids."
"well i say no."
"i can cancel the appointment but our kids grew up think of their needs."
"fine." she lied. it was not fine. but in the big picture he had not cut ALL her credit cards.
brad was slapping peteretta. "stop that now!" hollered doc.
"she hid my car keys" brad accused. "wrong i hid them because i warned you no pancakes and you rebelled."
"that is MY car"!! brad exploded.
"well maybe i will let you use it if you stop being so violent with your sister."
this did not calm brad. he pushed her down on the floor.
"i see you are angry and if you will earn it i will get you a newer used car."
"fine." brad lied hissing. it was not fine.
peteretta stood up horrified "how can you reward that nigger??"
doc explained "only if he treats you good... it is like motivation."
"motivation is to woop his black asses" said brad's twin sister.
leroy echoed "that is mighty white of you to say."
the entire dark skinned family laughed at his jab.
tension broken the brats walked out from the home. on a windy day, the last day of autumn they walked to the nearby public school. brad said "i hate lookin for parkin anyhow."
ma exited last and lokd the door. she drove leroy to the agent they knew. mo was in his office.
doc explained that they were planning to buy a new home and therefore sell the home that he had arranged for them to buy. mo pulled the relevant documents. pa and ma signed on the document to sell the home and the document to hire the agent to help find a new one. he also filed forms to sell the car that the agent had arranged when doc had purchased it for his son brad.
mo called the bank to send an appraiser. then he sent a tow to take the car. mission accomplished he told wilbur, "you still have time to go enjoy bingo sweety" he urged.
"i want to use those 200 dollars we arranged." wilbur the fat replied. she drove to shop while pa used his cellphone to set the limit on her credit card.
apps are so convenient... he considered we should not have an ancient pope religion in an age with apps in your phone for banking. that is SO OLD ALMOST AS BAD THE OUTDATED JEWS.
mo called the bank to send an appraiser. then he sent a tow to take the car. mission accomplished he told wilbur, "you still have time to go enjoy bingo sweety" he urged.
"i want to use those 200 dollars we arranged." wilbur the fat replied. she drove to shop while pa used his cellphone to set the limit on her credit card.
apps are so convenient... he considered we should not have an ancient pope religion in an age with apps in your phone for banking. that is SO OLD ALMOST AS BAD THE OUTDATED JEWS.
next stop! doc rode a cab to the office of the court to sue for divorce
The judge said "why". doc said "why not" judge chuckled and gave him the documents. leroy filed the forms and paid the fee and gave a copy of the agreement to sell the house. "you clever sumbidj" chuckled the judge.
"i can put the file in her mailbox" he offered. judge nodded. he printed out some forms and folded them saying "if you wont argue about the house i can squeeze you in next week between other appointments."
doc agreeed. judge judas handed him the envelope.
meanwhile at the clothing shop ma was arguing. the total was over 200 dollars and the card was denied. she argued for the shopowner to overlook the limit and sell her the stuff she selected for 200 dollars.
cashier cathy tried to soothe her, "select some of these items that total..."
"i am not buying from you." ma threatened, hoping the cashier would bend but cathy simply handed back the card and said "next". ma grabbed the clothing and tried to run for the door... cathy pushed the emergency button. the mall gaurds would see the video.
as ma passed between the parallel door sensors shaped like doors by the shop doors the alarm rang. she flew across the the corridor to the front doors of the mall... the gaurd was ready with his taser.
as ma tried to trample him with her weight he managed to poke the taser into her folds of shirt and folds of belly ZZZZT the taser sizzled. she collapsed in the doorway.
"you cant accuse her of stealing just kuz she be black" the crowd hollered. a white guy stuttered in a shaky trembling voice "black lives matter". we know why HE was scared.
the mob woulda lynched the white security gard if he wasnt a nigger.
mall police came and found the safety studs in the dresses. they called the real cops. two crackers in blue uniforms came, cuffed the sobbing wilbur and led her into the back of the car.
the mob threw cans of soda at the light skinned cops and hollered "police brutality" most were empty cans but some were full because white lives dont matter anymore.
whites are not "protected minorities".
meanwhile doc had arrived home in his cab and had placed the envelope in their mailbox and continued in the cab to his private clinic. the other docs were already at the clinic they were relieved that he came to help handle the long line of patients.
doc got lucky.
his first patient looked VERY dazed. as he asked her to describe her pain he could tell she was not remembering stuff.
"point to where it hurts" he said gently.
the lady waved her finger around her chest... waving by her stomach... and said "here?" it was a question.
"correct", doc lied "and what about now?"
"now what?"
"now where is your pain"
her finger waved again... "i dont know."
"i see the medication helped you."
"thank you for the medication" she was squinting.
"come back in a week so i can check your pain come at 5pm on the date 20." he handed her the paper with the reminder of the appointment, as she sat her look was confused.
"you should go home now." leroy urged. luna, for that was her name in the medical file stood up and echoed "thanks for the medicine" he used his phone to copy her address and phone details. again he considered when a phone is also a camera people can chuck an ancient pope religion... and the jew ram horn too!
as she exited the next patient entered so he put the file aside and continued treatments as ususal patient after patient...
meanwhile wilbur was in a cell at the local jail. she was sobbing so sadly... all day. probably regreeting her sin of stealing and regretting that she couldnot keep those pretty clothes she had selected.
oh and the shoes she bawled even more.
doc came home at the evening and noticed brad's car was missing. he cussed and moaned how am i gonna sell it if its stolen. good thing we are moving away from this crime crib that means neighborhood.
as he entered the home he recalled that the agent mo had arranged a tow truck and realized it was not stolen but he considered more likely it WAS stolen BEFORE THE TOW CAME based on LOCATION.
p was sittin in the rockin chair with a worried face. "papa... brad was stabbed." pa was shocked that he felt enormous relief about dealing with his brat but that is not what society expected.
"oh my beloved... son" he tried to moan but lies did not come easily he was not a jewish kyk.
p saw thru his pretending. "i am happy too" but her tone was more anger than joy.
pa struggled between settiing an example... and admitting he lied.
truth won. "i apologize for trying to trick you." leroy told his daughters.
brad's twin asked "i hope you will let me take his room."
pa blinked at his daughters... brad had always been mean to them hitting and pullin hair and just the same morning pushin down p to the floor. time for a more plausible lie "sad that he will be punished in hell" he said it sincerely despite his decision to be athiest.
despite his sincerety which surprised himself considering his new faith in the ism of atheism... peteretta scolded him, "you dont ACTUALLY believe in hell do you? we dont. we havent since we found out the eeaster bunny is not real."
this made his plan MUCH easier. "well for your ma's sake i pretended to be catholic but the TRUTH is I AM atheist."
"better to be agnostic" urged p, it is more fun.
"or pasta monster" said brenda.
pa added, "i guess we'll let the hospital tell us when he recovered."
b said, "di-oh-a" and p corrected her "di-oh-AY".
b argued "arrival not ayrival".
nobody noticed that ma had not returned from bingo.
they raided the frij and freezer and zapd stuff in the microwave. they ate a calm silent dinner the most calm and silent dinner ever. it was FAR better than when brad and ma annoyed everyone.
the girls left the plates and were busy with their cellular phones. pa empteid the chicken bones into the trash and loaded all the plates into the machine for dish washing. he added soap and switched it on. next he took the trash out to the dumpster as usual except that this time the witch had not nagged him to take it down what a relief she was not home yet...
he went to his room and slid a disk into the video player. the same idea echoed in an era of disks so thin and the size of music discs that can now hold an entire long video that was the death of ancient religion. he wondered why he had not left catholic sooner.
i should not only leave it for divorce i should have left it at the same age my daughters left it. soon however the story of the video distracted him.
he texted his daughters "wanna help me build a time machine? then i could free myself if i ever went to prison". he put down the phone waiting for the beep of their replies. the story of the video was so interesting that he did not notice the absence of their replies nor of his wife wilbur... despite the interesting story his eyes were soon tired and drooping and he fell asleep facing the tv.
in his dream he had given his wife a cup of wine it WAS his wife but she looked very different than wilbur. SHE did agree to sit on his lap. despite her dress she simply covered his legs with her dress. aimed his male tube forward at the correct angle she positioned his pole and did vaj intimacy... the only problem was that THIS young one he wanted to see. his chest to back plan had been for ugly wilbur... but the pleasure soon overpowered any memory of wilbur and any thought at all... until he awoke with wet clothing. he had emptied his tube in his sleep so he sniffed to be certain not urine and changed out of soggy boxers. his wrinkled suit pants went in the closet and he pulled on silk pirple pijama pants. again he did not notice that his wife was not home.. she had not yet left the prison.
to be continued
"i can put the file in her mailbox" he offered. judge nodded. he printed out some forms and folded them saying "if you wont argue about the house i can squeeze you in next week between other appointments."
doc agreeed. judge judas handed him the envelope.
meanwhile at the clothing shop ma was arguing. the total was over 200 dollars and the card was denied. she argued for the shopowner to overlook the limit and sell her the stuff she selected for 200 dollars.
cashier cathy tried to soothe her, "select some of these items that total..."
"i am not buying from you." ma threatened, hoping the cashier would bend but cathy simply handed back the card and said "next". ma grabbed the clothing and tried to run for the door... cathy pushed the emergency button. the mall gaurds would see the video.
as ma passed between the parallel door sensors shaped like doors by the shop doors the alarm rang. she flew across the the corridor to the front doors of the mall... the gaurd was ready with his taser.
as ma tried to trample him with her weight he managed to poke the taser into her folds of shirt and folds of belly ZZZZT the taser sizzled. she collapsed in the doorway.
"you cant accuse her of stealing just kuz she be black" the crowd hollered. a white guy stuttered in a shaky trembling voice "black lives matter". we know why HE was scared.
the mob woulda lynched the white security gard if he wasnt a nigger.
mall police came and found the safety studs in the dresses. they called the real cops. two crackers in blue uniforms came, cuffed the sobbing wilbur and led her into the back of the car.
the mob threw cans of soda at the light skinned cops and hollered "police brutality" most were empty cans but some were full because white lives dont matter anymore.
whites are not "protected minorities".
meanwhile doc had arrived home in his cab and had placed the envelope in their mailbox and continued in the cab to his private clinic. the other docs were already at the clinic they were relieved that he came to help handle the long line of patients.
doc got lucky.
his first patient looked VERY dazed. as he asked her to describe her pain he could tell she was not remembering stuff.
"point to where it hurts" he said gently.
the lady waved her finger around her chest... waving by her stomach... and said "here?" it was a question.
"correct", doc lied "and what about now?"
"now what?"
"now where is your pain"
her finger waved again... "i dont know."
"i see the medication helped you."
"thank you for the medication" she was squinting.
"come back in a week so i can check your pain come at 5pm on the date 20." he handed her the paper with the reminder of the appointment, as she sat her look was confused.
"you should go home now." leroy urged. luna, for that was her name in the medical file stood up and echoed "thanks for the medicine" he used his phone to copy her address and phone details. again he considered when a phone is also a camera people can chuck an ancient pope religion... and the jew ram horn too!
as she exited the next patient entered so he put the file aside and continued treatments as ususal patient after patient...
meanwhile wilbur was in a cell at the local jail. she was sobbing so sadly... all day. probably regreeting her sin of stealing and regretting that she couldnot keep those pretty clothes she had selected.
oh and the shoes she bawled even more.
doc came home at the evening and noticed brad's car was missing. he cussed and moaned how am i gonna sell it if its stolen. good thing we are moving away from this crime crib that means neighborhood.
as he entered the home he recalled that the agent mo had arranged a tow truck and realized it was not stolen but he considered more likely it WAS stolen BEFORE THE TOW CAME based on LOCATION.
p was sittin in the rockin chair with a worried face. "papa... brad was stabbed." pa was shocked that he felt enormous relief about dealing with his brat but that is not what society expected.
"oh my beloved... son" he tried to moan but lies did not come easily he was not a jewish kyk.
p saw thru his pretending. "i am happy too" but her tone was more anger than joy.
pa struggled between settiing an example... and admitting he lied.
truth won. "i apologize for trying to trick you." leroy told his daughters.
brad's twin asked "i hope you will let me take his room."
pa blinked at his daughters... brad had always been mean to them hitting and pullin hair and just the same morning pushin down p to the floor. time for a more plausible lie "sad that he will be punished in hell" he said it sincerely despite his decision to be athiest.
despite his sincerety which surprised himself considering his new faith in the ism of atheism... peteretta scolded him, "you dont ACTUALLY believe in hell do you? we dont. we havent since we found out the eeaster bunny is not real."
this made his plan MUCH easier. "well for your ma's sake i pretended to be catholic but the TRUTH is I AM atheist."
"better to be agnostic" urged p, it is more fun.
"or pasta monster" said brenda.
pa added, "i guess we'll let the hospital tell us when he recovered."
b said, "di-oh-a" and p corrected her "di-oh-AY".
b argued "arrival not ayrival".
nobody noticed that ma had not returned from bingo.
they raided the frij and freezer and zapd stuff in the microwave. they ate a calm silent dinner the most calm and silent dinner ever. it was FAR better than when brad and ma annoyed everyone.
the girls left the plates and were busy with their cellular phones. pa empteid the chicken bones into the trash and loaded all the plates into the machine for dish washing. he added soap and switched it on. next he took the trash out to the dumpster as usual except that this time the witch had not nagged him to take it down what a relief she was not home yet...
he went to his room and slid a disk into the video player. the same idea echoed in an era of disks so thin and the size of music discs that can now hold an entire long video that was the death of ancient religion. he wondered why he had not left catholic sooner.
i should not only leave it for divorce i should have left it at the same age my daughters left it. soon however the story of the video distracted him.
he texted his daughters "wanna help me build a time machine? then i could free myself if i ever went to prison". he put down the phone waiting for the beep of their replies. the story of the video was so interesting that he did not notice the absence of their replies nor of his wife wilbur... despite the interesting story his eyes were soon tired and drooping and he fell asleep facing the tv.
in his dream he had given his wife a cup of wine it WAS his wife but she looked very different than wilbur. SHE did agree to sit on his lap. despite her dress she simply covered his legs with her dress. aimed his male tube forward at the correct angle she positioned his pole and did vaj intimacy... the only problem was that THIS young one he wanted to see. his chest to back plan had been for ugly wilbur... but the pleasure soon overpowered any memory of wilbur and any thought at all... until he awoke with wet clothing. he had emptied his tube in his sleep so he sniffed to be certain not urine and changed out of soggy boxers. his wrinkled suit pants went in the closet and he pulled on silk pirple pijama pants. again he did not notice that his wife was not home.. she had not yet left the prison.
to be continued
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