Second Chances II

Sometimes when it rains, it pours thought Mark. He was facing his bathroom mirror while flossing, when he noticed a tooth was loose.

That is all he needed to cap a wonderful week. Full of wondering about his future, when notified he was getting laid off. This after getting an earlier notice posted on his front door, that the house he was renting had been sold in auction, and that he would need to vacate.
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No wonder the rent was relatively cheap, for such a place. The owner cashed in for several months, and planned to wash his hands of the whole mess it would seem.
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What now? What else? Mark contemplated his weary image in the unforgiving morning light. The creases marking avenues on the map of his skin seemed deepened. So was the weight he seemed to carry on his shoulders. He needed to work on his posture, which showed a curvature, as well as on his pot belly. Too many hours on a desk has left an indelible impression he thought.
Mark took an honest look at himself, taking in the bad, the good, and the ugly. Again he wondered if this was all there is. Just another day closer to death.

An idea seemed to germinate as he was drinking his morning coffee. With the price of renting a new place with the stratospheric rents, as well as deposits required, if worst came to worst, he could put his furniture in store for a time. This would be until he settled into stable income.
What about the meantime? With the jobless rising, and massive lay offs looming on the horizon, it might not be as easy to find another decent position.

Mark laughed out loud as he thought about positions. There is a place he could crash in for a while. He could probably stay at Madge’s place no doubt. This would surely translate into variable positions. Madge was a woman who was after his bones. She did not hesitate to pursue him aggressively.

The problem with Marge, as nice as a woman as she was, was that he was not thoroughly attracted to her. The last time he had been with her, he could not even get it up.

Madge in her late thirties had a pleasant personality. She was bubbly and talkative. She was petite and slight of frame. Her tanned skin tone, almost an orange hue, so popular in sunny California, had aged her skin before her time, making it resemble leather. When kissing her, he was constantly distracted by a mole on her right cheek which had protruding hair growing in there. This talent to grow hair elsewhere than the norm also manifested on her areolas.

Well, beggars can’t be choosers. Mark wondered, if he would have to recur to seek her aid – and her bed.



To be continued…