A New Toy (3 page)

“
Damn,
this
man
is
so
fuckin
fine!
”
I
thought
as
I
did
a
quick
head
to
toe
scan
of
the
delicious
specimen
of
manhood
that
stood
before
me.

“
Sir,
I
don't
mean
to
be
rude,
but,
who
do
you
belong
to?
And
why
in
hell
aren
’
t
they
watching
you.
”

He
chuckled
and
simply
responded.
"Nobody,
I
just
told
you
that
I'm
heartbroken."

“
I
’
m
real
sorry
to
hear
that. Sucks to be you.
”
I
offered
my
condolences
before
returning
to
the
Jukebox
display
to
make
my
selections.

“
Why,
are
you
sorry?
You
’
re
the
solution
not
the
problem.
”

“
Damn!
This
guy
is
making
my
body
sing
and
my
koochie
clap
with
the
mere
sound
of
his
voice!
Imagine
what
he
could
do
with
that
perfect
mouth."
I
thought
as
my
mind
quickly
wondered
off
to
Naughty
Town
USA,
population
of
two-
just
me
and
him.

"Okay
Toy,
It
’
s
time
to
walk
the
fuck
away
before
you
get
caught
up
in
a
shit
storm
of
bullshit
and
a
world
of
hurt
in
Hicksville, West Virginia
no
less.
”
I
thought
as
I
quickly
came
to
my
senses
and
realized
that
I
was
several
hundred
miles
away
from
home
talking
to
a
complete
damn
stranger.

“
Okay...
well,
I
’
m
not
really
sure
about
that,
but
good
luck
with
your
problem.
Now,
if
you
will
excuse
me,
my
man
is
on
his
way
to
pick
me
up.
He'll
be
here
any
minute.
He's
a
cop.
In
fact
he's
an
extremely
jealous
cop
with
three
guns. Did you hear me? Yes that’s right, I said three damn guns.
So,
I
have
to
go.
”
I
warned
as
I
made
my
first
and
only
selection,
G102.

Naturally,
nobody
was
even
close
to
being
on
their
way
to
pick
me
up.
Hell,
I
really
didn't
even
have
a
man
for
that
matter.
Well
at
least
one
that
I
could
officially
call
my
own.
The
truth
of
the
matter
is
that
I
had
two
half
ass
pieces
of
a
man
that
still
wouldn't
total
a
good
man
on
their
best
day.
Neither
of
which I
would
remotely
put
in
the
category
of
being
my
boyfriend.

Truthfully, they
both
were
more
like
friends
who
offered
extremely
good
benefits
when
the
urge
so
arrived.
And
at
twenty
eight
years
of
age,
the
urge
arrived
pretty much
daily. Actually, I didn’t want a full time man in my life.
I
liked,
no
scratch that,
loved
being
single
and
unattached.
My
career
was
finally
on
track
and
a
man
would
just
complicate
my
already
complicated
life
even
further.
Besides,
I
had
taken
too
many
hits
falling
off
the
pretty
boy
tree
to
even
consider
taking
another
climb.
Still,
as
I
meticulously
eyed
the
tall,
handsome
gentleman
that
I
just
walked
away
from
I
could
only
conceded
that
he
would
definitely
be
worth
the
fall.