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Nitty came over, this time around, to stay.
Barbie was wild with fury and was trying to chase her off,
by leaning on my hormones over the phone, heavyweight.
Nitty didn't judge Barbie's leverage quite right,
and I didn't my lack thereof.
Future in pocket, Nitty became bossy.
We started having heavy duty fights.
I was being attacked from both ends,
and tried my best to stay strong and calm.
Then Nitty met this guy in New York.
He was an ass hole, but Nitty pretended to be in love with him,
apparently just to save face with me and the fights.
I was loyal, but my hormones were waiting
patiently like a cat in the wild.
In a few days Nitty said she is moving in with him.
Early morning Saturday,
so we don't miss out on too much valuable last minute do time,
before we left for New York,
Nitty and I had a farewell do party, mostly in invisible tears.
It was hot. Not the weather.
I wasn't keeping count.
Early afternoon I helped her with the things,
drove her to New York and helped her bring the things up.
I had just gotten my first cell phone ever,
and Barbie was just a few blocks away.
It seemed silly to drive all the way back through the tunnel to my
place on the other side of the river,
just so that my hormones don't spend too much money on the call.
Make the call, they said, the toll and the gas are more expensive.
So I went over.
Barbie was during her period, and of habit,
she was officially untouchable.
She had me lay on my back
so quickly I didn't see it coming.
Some five minutes later she raised her
head just enough to speak:
I know now why you like doing her so, she said,
her nectar is sweet to the taste.
A few more minutes pass by, and she burst out in joking fury:
I can't anymore, so much aware that she did and I can't.
She pulled the string out, and started doing me.
I was still on my back, my hormones pretending I was not
the one doing even the driving-over part.
It took three days for Nitty to come back on her knees.
I lifted her up as much as I could,
doing her as much as possible,
which was surely quite much.
I wasn't keeping count.
I think I was really doing her for a while and for a change.
It was somewhat refreshing.
It didn't last long.
Needless to say,
Barbie was phone leaning on my hormones again,
promising heaven again.
This time she had good grounds for sure.
My hormones were juggling all three of us like
ping pong balls in heat.
It was nerve wrecking, and all three of us were
a nervous wreck, but not in the same ship wreck at all.
It took Barbie a total of a month and a half again,
to chase Nitty off all the way to the other end of the planet,
a sharp hundred and eighty degrees, as remote as possible.
Nitty went to Thailand, Laos and the vicinity.
|31||So Long Barbie||
Barbie and I got back together as she promised.
Nitty away though, Barbie lost her drive.
Like Smeagol, the word will only last so long.
So long was about two months.
Then Barbie said so long.
I was in the dumps.
Really in the dumps.
The onset of the dumps took some time to graduate.
It didn't hurt that I was on the verge of my imminent financial ruin.
Well, it did, rather, quite a bit.
At Hogwarts, the phone system works slightly differently,
much like the mail.
Nitty was not really a heavy duty fairy witch,
just a well connected hobbyist,
but it was worth a try. So I called her.
She took her time. Like I said, she was a hobbyist.
The dumps were getting dumpier by the minute.
I commenced begging over the sky phone.
Sky phones are nice, as you do not need to know
numbers and locations, which I didn't at the time.
Not a week later,
she calls me up from the other end of the planet.
Its a real flesh and blood phone this time, made of plastic.
You need me, I can tell, she says.
Or else, I said.
It didn't take much more.
We agreed to meet midway, in Israel.
Over there still, we interviewed each other on the do issue,
not verbally, though in part.
From there we came back to The States to live together
for two more years.
Nitty was not my first choice for a saviour at that time. Barbie was.
I tried the same. Barbie was in Israel at the time,
and forced me to take her to Puerto Rico if I care to be saved.
Over there, she was putting my heart out like a cigarette, again,
thereby guaranteeing she had no chance
chasing Nitty off this time around.
The doos these two years were awesome,
and the best was yet to come.
Life would have looked great, if I had any.