Christmas Day Part 2-Second Chances

WEDNESDAY DECEMBER 25, 2019

My girlfriend and I leave the house all bundled up. Hand in hand we walk around the neighborhood.

There are many houses with more cars than usual parked against the curb.

Many families must be visiting here.

We continue walking in silence but it is a comfortable silence.

Suddenly, we hear the whistle of a train.

My girlfriend asks me, “Didn’t you say you liked trains?”

“Yes,” I reply.

“Then, do you want to watch it pass?”

“Is it in a safe area? I mean I revere you tremendously and would never want to bring you to a shady place.”

“Yes. It’s safe and well-traveled. There is an overpass right over the main highway a few feet from here.”

“Okay, we can go watch it then.”

“Awesome, I figured you would like that.”

We walk to the overpass and see the locomotive slowly transitioning across. The engineer sounds the bell and horn several more times and I watch the ditch lights flash.

We then see all the cars in the consist.

I watch it with great pleasure.

My girlfriend steals a kiss from me and then says, “You look so cute the way you are watching that train.”

I blush then I hug and kiss her in return.

The snow is starting to fall again so we hug even tighter.

She buries her face into my chest as I kiss the top of her head and lovingly rub her love handles.

Several motorists blow their horns at us. They must be somehow offended by our public displays of affection.

The train is now gone and we continue walking.

She continues to show me around the city, as I tell her, “I’ve always dreamed about living here because it inspires my writing so much.”

“Do you think you could read some of your work for me?”

“I would be honored to,” I pause then continue, “And just so you know, you are inspiring me to write some new material right now!”

She grabs me and steals another kiss.

I hold her close to me and kiss her in return.

We then come upon a boundary between our neighborhood and the less fortunate part of the city. In the distance, we hear gunshots and sirens.

“I think we should turn around,” I tell her.

“Yes. My roommates warned me about this area.”

So, with that, we turn around and make a beeline back to our neighborhood.

Briskly we walk until we are far enough from the boundary.

My girlfriend is getting tired and out of breath as we come upon a convenience store.

I ask her, “Would you like something to eat or drink to give you more strength?”

She simply nods.

I kiss her and then say, “Say no more.”

We walk into the convenience store and head to the deli section, then look at all the good food under the glass.

“What would you like?” I ask her.

“If you can afford it, a fried chicken meal.”

“What do you want as your sides then?”

“Some fried pickles and some macaroni and cheese.”

“Okay, I’ll get that for you.”

“You’re so sweet. What are you going to eat, though?”

“A hot sausage pattie on toast.”

“Cool!”

“And what do you want to drink?” I ask her.

“Some Pepsi from the fountain.”

“I think I’ll get that too.”

“Then only order one cup because we have free refills with that meal. Plus I always wanted someone to share a drink with, as corny as it seems.”

“Consider it done,” I tell her with a sweet kiss.

She blushes.

I then place my order and pay with my debit card, then we sit at a table.

While we wait to be served, I check my banking app on my phone and see that I now only have a few cents left in my account, but it was worth it.

In time our meal is served, then we say grace and eat.

Not only do we share our drinks but we give pieces of our meals to each other.

After we are finished, we use the restrooms and then leave on foot.

“Could you show me your new house?” She asks me.

“I sure could and I am honored that you are my first guest!”

“Then lead the way.”

Hand in hand we walk to my house.

Upon arrival, I unlock the hurricane fence, then we cut across my front yard then walk up the steps, and onto the front porch.

My neighbor is giving both of us an angry pair of eyes so we nervously and quickly go inside.

I show her around as I say, “Here it is. Not much, but at least it’s mine.”

“Your house is cute, like its owner,” She says, kissing me.

She sees my computer, and asks, “Do you think you could read to me right now?”

“Of course,” I say, then I get an extra chair and sit her in the swivel chair.

I then log into my computer then pull up the folder of text files and read to her.

She smiles at me from ear to ear as I read to her.

I do so for a few hours.

We come to a stopping point and she tells me, “Your stories are really sweet and I can somehow relate to your female characters!”

“You do remind me of my female characters, I think that is one of the reasons why I am falling so hard for you!”

“And I am falling just as hard for you!” She says as she leans in to kiss me.

We both stand up and look into each other’s eyes with passion.

She then passionately grabs me and kisses me all over my face.

I hold her close to me and gently play with her love handles.

We then begin to rub each other’s buttocks.

She then bumps me with her sexy hips, causing me to fall onto my sofa. She giggles uncontrollably as I position myself face up.

Afterward, she lays on top of me and kisses me with exceeding passion.

Our hormones begin to overpower us as she pulls down the upper parts of her dress and reveals her breasts to me, to which I say, “Good Lord, they are beautiful!”

She then rubs them in my face.

I kiss them and sweetly fondle them.

She then sits on my legs and lifts her dress to teasingly reveal her panties to me, giggling even more uncontrollably.

I am overcome with admiration and lust as I sit up and kiss her belly multiple times.

I then begin to kiss her pelvic regions to which she moans and coos.

I hug her by her waist then rest my face between her belly and pelvis as I say, “I’ve never seen anyone as beautiful as you.”

She begins to pull down her panties and says, “If you truly feel that way, take me then!”

“Oh, baby your wish is my command!” I tell her as I too begin to undress.

We are about to become intimate when her phone rings. We also feel Divine Conviction over the sin we were about to commit and the crippling fear that we might lose each other as a result of Divine Chastisement.

The caller ID shows that it’s her roommate’s house number, so she picks up and activates the speakerphone feature.

We hear how they want her and me to come over because they have more food for us.

Realizing God gave us an escape route from sinning, we agree to go at once.

With that, we rise off the sofa, get dressed, and walk out the front door, locking it behind us.

We then head to her roommate’s house in the cold bleak weather…

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Christmas Day Part 1-Second Chances

WEDNESDAY DECEMBER 25, 2019

My medication has worn off and I am waking up in my girlfriend’s arms.

It is Christmas Morning and she is sleeping with her head on my chest.

I give her a gentle kiss and then just lay there.

She is slowly waking up as well and she pecks me on the cheek.

“Merry Christmas, baby!” I whisper to her.

She smiles from ear to ear and replies, ?Merry Christmas,? Then puts her glasses on.

I hug her tightly. She moans and coos with happiness.

We exchange several kisses but then she says, “Okay, I have to potty now-my bladder is full and I’m about to burst!”

I let go and she walks to the bathroom.

I wait for her on the convertible sofa.

I then hear the toilet flush and the sink turn on and off.

She steps out and kisses me as she playfully says, “Did you miss me?”

I simply blush and nod. Then I kiss her in return. She hugs me and buries her face in my chest.

“Now I have to go as well!” I tell her.

“The bathroom is all yours!” She replies.

I enter the bathroom and then relieve my bladder. Then I flush the toilet and wash my hands.

She is putting away the bed of the convertible sofa as I exit the bathroom.

After she is done, she motions for me to sit on the sofa with her.

We sit close to each other holding hands and looking at the Christmas tree.

“I wish I knew you existed sooner because I would have bought you a gift for Christmas,” She tells me.

“Just give me your faith, your loyalty, and your affections!”

“Oh, as far as I can see you will always have those!”

“I too wish we would have met much sooner, though.”

“Yes, but we have each other now!”

“If you will always be this sweet, I can honestly say that you were worth the wait!”

“Aww. Thank you!” She says then kisses me.

I begin to play with her long reddish blonde hair, to which she giggles.

She pulls my face into her breasts, which turns me on immensely.

I begin to kiss her breasts and she then says, “If we go any further, it will be a sin.”

“You’re right. I don’t want to commit that sin because then God might punish us and cause us to split up.”

“I don?t ever want that, because you seem so perfect for me.”

“And I would rather have you by my side forever and not sin instead of having a few fleeting moments of pleasure with you and then lose you!”

“Just hearing you say those words makes me want you even more though!”

“We need to pray for an escape route. If it didn’t offend God so much, I would indeed make love to you!”

“Ditto!”

One of the roommates comes walking out of her room and asks my girlfriend, “Could you make us all some coffee?

“Will do.”

The roommate then asks me, “We buy a coffee and chicory blend that is quite famous in this city. Would you like to try some?”

“Sure,” I tell her.

“Boil some milk too!” She tells my girlfriend.

“I’ll help,” I interject.

My girlfriend gets two saucepans and a French press coffee maker out of the cabinets.

She then tells me, “Draw some water into one of the saucepans and pour some milk in the other.”

“Will do!” I tell her.

I turn on the kitchen tap and draw some water into the pot then I get a gallon of milk from the refrigerator and pour some milk into the other.

My girlfriend then hands me a box of matches and says, ?You?ll need these to start the stove burners.?

“Okay. I think my stove is like that too. Of course, this house reminds me a lot of my house.”

“I’d like to see your house if that’s all right.”

“Sure. I’d be honored for you to be my guest!”

My girlfriend coos again and then kisses me.

I light the stove and put the water on high fire and the milk on a low fire.

My girlfriend pours the coffee bean and chicory root grinds into the French press.

We stand in the kitchen, waiting for the water and milk to boil. It’s quite cold, so we cling to each other for warmth.

I gently rub her love handles and she rubs my buttocks.

We sweetly stare into each other’s eyes, lost in time.

Finally, the water is at a rolling boil and the milk is warm enough.

The other roommate is waking up.

“Could you make us all some French Toast?” She asks.

“Sure.” She pauses, then looks at me and says, “Pour the boiling water into the top of the coffee maker and lower the milk to the lowest setting possible.”

I pour the boiling water and am greeted with an amazing aroma of the coffee and chicory brewing.

“Could you go to the Lazy Susan and get some nutmeg and vanilla extract?”

“Sure thing, baby!” I tell her.

While I find those, she is getting a big bowl from the cabinets and beating some eggs in it. I had her the vanilla and nutmeg, to which she pours it into the mixture.

“One more thing, get me a cup of sugar, baby.”

“I’m on it,” I tell her.

I get some measuring spoons and pour a cup of sugar into the mixture.

She mixes it all, then takes the old loaf of sliced bread and dunks every piece into the mixture.

Afterwards, she takes a couple of pats of butter and drops them in a skillet.

She lights the middle burner of the stove and the butter melts.

Once the melted butter is sizzling, she begins to cook the pieces of bread.

Finally, they are all done.

She places the French Toast on a platter.

We all sit at the table and one of the roommates says grace.

My girlfriend takes a ladle and scoops some of the hot milk into the four coffee mugs, then she pours the coffee and chicory brew into the cups.

We all serve ourselves some French Toast.

As I eat, I say, “This is amazing.”

One roommate says, “You’ve got a good woman on your hands so you need to treat her right,”

“He does,” My girlfriend says.

The other roommate adds, “Yes, he does. I heard him say how he wants her by his side forever instead of just for a few fleeting moments of pleasure. Guys like that are very rare!”

I blush and smile from ear to ear.

The first roommate says, “That’s very sweet!” She then looks at my girlfriend and says, “You have a good man, so treat him right as well!”

My girlfriend and I share a sweet kiss and then go back to eating.

One of the roommates ask me, “How’s the coffee?”

“It’s awesome!” I tell her, “Never had anything like it before.”

“Well, get used to it if you’re going to live in our city!”

“I do like it here, I must admit. I knew it would be a haven for those with my illness but I didn’t think I would do this well!”

“You’re blessed-remember that!” My girlfriend tells me.

One roommate then says, “Why don’t y’all walk around the neighborhood and have fun together? We’re going to visit our family.”

“You would show me your house?!” My girlfriend says.

“Okay. I’ll do that.”

“Just remember to always be good to each other,” The other roommate says.

My girlfriend clears the table and we wash the dishes.

Then her roommates get in their car and leave.

We bundle up and then go for a walk…

Back to “Second Chances”

Christmas Eve Part 2-Second Chances

TUESDAY DECEMBER 24, 2019

The house that my girlfriend and her roommates live in is a lot like mine. It must have been built around the same time.

I knock on the door and am greeted by one of my girlfriend’s roommates. It is the one who set us up.

“Come in,” She says.

I push my shopping cart loaded with cherry cordial and RC Cola, into the house, as I tell her, “This is for all of you from me.”

“Thanks. That was really nice of you,” She says.

“My pleasure,” I reply.

The other roommate comes into the living room and says, “Our roommate is crazy about you, just so you know, so I hope you only have good intentions with her. She’s had her heart broken before, so you better treat her right and not hurt her!”

“I’m crazy about her, as well, actually and I have been hurt before, as well, so I will make it my utmost effort to treat her with reverence and love!”

“We’re holding you to that statement!”

“Where is she anyway?”

“She’s using the toilet right now but she’ll be out shortly. Just make yourself comfortable.”

I sit on the sofa. The television and cable box is tuned to the Music Choice Channel which plays Christmas Music.

I listen to the music while the two other roommates prepare the food.

Suddenly, I hear the toilet flush. Then I hear the sink turn on and off.

My girlfriend then walks into the living room and sweetly greets me wearing a knee-length red dress, long white socks, and brown buckle shoes as she says, “Sorry I wasn’t there to let you in but I had to potty real badly.”

“Oh, that’s all right,” I tell her.

We then share a sweet kiss.

“Is that us sealing our pact?” She asks.

I reply, “No that was just a greeting.”

I kiss her even more strongly and sweetly, then say, “This is us sealing our pact!”

She then hugs me tightly and I gently rub her love handles.

We then sit on the sofa together and I pull the weather radio out of my shopping car, then say, “I wanted to give you and your roommates this, so y’all can be alerted to bad weather. I can set it up for you if you want.”

She looks at it and then says, “Cool that was sweet of you,”

“Well, I always want to be prepared,”

“I know and it’s very cute!”

Her two roommates walk into the living room and she holds up the Weather Radio still in its package and says, “Look what my boyfriend got us!”

“Neat. That will come in handy during the spring and summer,” One roommate says.

The other one tells my girlfriend, “Since you stay in the living room, you can put it on the table next to your convertible sofa and if there is a tornado in the middle of the night, it will wake you up, then you can come to get us and we can all go inside the hall closet.”

I then interject and say, “It also has a compartment for backup batteries, so y’all can take it in the closet and listen for the progress of the bad weather. I have one set up in my house,”

“Do you own or rent?”

“I own. I have to pay a mortgage for the next thirty years, but at least it’s mine,”

“Cool we’re cousins and our family owns this house. We both work and we can easily commute to our jobs from here so that’s why we stay here. We met your girlfriend at church and we let her stay with us.”

“I help out with the utilities whenever I get my disability check and I keep it clean,” My girlfriend adds.

One of the roommates says, “She’s very sweet, you’ve got a good woman on your hands!”

The other one answers, “He seems like a keeper though and they do make a cute couple!”

“Thanks for the kind words. I could use some encouragement,” I tell them.

“Is something bothering you?” My girlfriend asks.

“We can talk about it later, because we’re having a good time and I don’t want to ruin that, but my next-door neighbor is making trouble with me,” I tell her.

“I won’t mind if we talk about it now, we made a pact, so let me help you!”

“Okay, here goes: my next-door neighbor has been stalking and harassing me ever since I moved in the other day. He watched me make groceries at Melinda’s and then pay for them with my EBT card. As I was walking in my yard, he commented that his taxes paid for my groceries and that I was a lazy mooch,”

One of the roommates then said, “You have a medical condition and you need help, so don’t feel bad. In fact, you should take advantage of it. Our friend also has a medical condition and Lord knows she deserves all the help she can get.”

The other roommate continues, “You probably don’t get enough from disability to buy much food, so you do indeed need food stamps.”

“It gets worse though, he was harassing me again today and threatened to report me to the government because he thinks I am faking my disability,”

My girlfriend says, “He thinks you’re faking it because your medicine works very well, but those in the government know how you would be if you didn’t have that medicine, and they know how that medicine hinders any significant amount of work, so they won’t cut your benefits. But just to be on the safe side, we can all pray for you!”

I hug my girlfriend to which she begins to play with my hair, then I say, “Thank you. I do feel better now!”

She kisses me, then says, “Of course. You know we made a pact though and I can be a handful at times too!”

“And I promise to try my durn well best to comfort you when you have an episode. You wouldn’t break up with me during an episode though?”

“No. I would never break up with you! I know a good man when I see one and the only way you could lose me is if I died or you became abusive.”

“Well, I was abused in all kinds of ways by my ex-wife, yes it happens to men as well, so I wouldn’t wish that on anyone. I would only hit someone if my life or the life of someone I care about were in danger.”

One of the roommates then says, “She was sexually and physically assaulted by an illegal Mexican immigrant and that is why she is like she is.”

“The other one adds in, “But she is really sweet despite all that and as long as you are good to her, she will make you her king.”

“I know she told me this the other night. And just for the record, I want her to be my queen! She knows this already, but if it makes y’all feel better, my abusive ex-wife is also a Mexican!”

“Most people our age can’t stand Trump and maybe it’s because he is a disgusting individual, but at least he has a backbone and tries to do what’s best for the country,” One roommate says.

“Yes and he knows the Mexicans are a threat to our safety and security, not to mention they suck up resources that y’all need desperately, so he tries to keep them out of this country,” She pauses then says, “We’re both nurses so we see all of the people that are physically harmed by the Mexicans.”

My girlfriend then says, “I’m afraid of the Mexicans, don’t get me wrong, but it’s Christmas which is about Christ coming into this world to save us from our sins and Christ wants to save the Mexicans as much as He saved all of us! We all need a savior in His eyes!”

I feel convicted over what my girlfriend just said, but I say, “You’re so right baby, Jesus Christ is the reason for Christmas, and I must say you have a very Christlike spirit!”

“You do too and that is the main reason why I must confess that I am falling for you. I hope you feel the same way.”

I look into her puppy dog eyes then I tell her with a kiss, “I most certainly do feel the same way my only regret is that we didn’t meet much sooner!”

She steals a kiss. Then she plants several kisses all over my face.

“Y’all are so sweet!” One roommate says.

“And cute too!” The other one adds in.

They then go into the kitchen and continue preparing dinner.

My girlfriend and I snuggle together on the sofa. She rests her head on my chest and I plant several kisses on her.

Time goes by quickly and then dinner is served.

Happily, we eat, then we watch Christmas movies.

Her two roommates then go off to bed.

I look at my watch. It is now near midnight and snowing outside.

“You don’t have to go home, you can snuggle with me all night long. I’d hate for you to walk home in the snow.”

“I’d like to stay, but I do revere you and our relationship.”

“Then be reverent and snuggle with me all night long. I won’t make you do anything sinful, although, I want to do more than snuggle with you!”

“I desire you as well, no one has ever turned me on as you do!” I pause then continue, “But I want The Lord to bless our relationship,”

“Well, if it makes you feel better, we won’t have any privacy to do anything sinful, but you can still snuggle with me throughout the night. I’d really like that!”

“Very well, I’ll stay!”

I take my medicine with a sip of RC Cola and a few green beans from the casserole.

She begins to kiss me passionately.

We roll out of the bed then get under the covers and snuggle all night long.

She sleeps partially on top of me and wraps her legs around me.

It is the happiest night I’ve had in a very long time…

Back to “Second Chances”

Christmas Eve Part 1-Second Chances

TUESDAY DECEMBER 24, 2019

It’s Christmas Eve Morning and I am waking up on my living room sofa.

I look at my Casio wristwatch and it indicates that it is 10:59 in the morning.

My smartphone is charging on the nightstand next to my sofa.

I unplug it, then I give my newly found girlfriend a call.

It rings once, then I hear her answer, “Hey you!”

“Hey,” I reply.

“I’m glad you called,”

“Of course. How could I forget,”

She then giggles happily.

I continue, “I just wanted to touch base with you because I am just waking up.”

“Aw that’s sweet,” She pauses and then continues, “Are you doing anything this evening?”

“No, I hadn’t planned anything.”

“Then maybe you could come to me and my two roommates’ house and have dinner.”

“I’d like that a lot!”

“You would?”

“Of course. It means I get to visit a beautiful young lady!” I pause, then continue, “Now which beautiful young lady am I talking about?”

“ME!” She replies with much happiness in her voice.

“That’s right and don’t ever forget it”! I tell her.

“You just made my heart flutter!”

“And you make my life so bright!”

“I wish we would have met a lot sooner!”

“So do I!” I pause and then ask her, “Is there anything I could bring?”

“You don’t have to bring anything but you’re handsome self.”

“But I have an ulterior motive-I want to stay on your two roommates’ good side because I want our relationship to work as smoothly as possible and there be no drama.”

“Aw, you’re so thoughtful! If you want then, you could bring some Cherry Cordials and a few two-liter bottles of RC Cola, then. We all drink RC Cola like crazy and we’ve been craving some Cherry Cordials!”

“Consider it done, then!”

“Yay!”

“What were you doing when I called?”

“I was getting ready to take a bath.”

“I’ll be doing that too so I can get ready for the day.”

“Where are you going to buy the candy and soft drink for tonight?”

“I was going to go to Melinda’s.”

“I know you’re on a fixed income, so maybe you could go to The Dollar General instead where they will be cheaper,”

“You mean The Ruble General!”

“What do you mean?”

“Oh. That’s a joke I made up years ago. The Ruble was the official currency of The Soviet Union and I always say that shopping at The Dollar General is like shopping in The Soviet Union because of the long lines and product shortages.”

“Oh. Now I get it. You’re so smart and funny!”

“Thank you! I’m glad you think so!” I pause and then ask, “Do you know where one is?”

“Just across the train tracks. RC Cola is on sale for 2 liters for 85 cents and the Cherry Cordials might be on clearance by now.”

“I might see some trains then. I think trains are so cool!”

“You’re going to like it in this city; there are plenty of trains!”

“There’s a much more important reason why I like this city, though!”

“What is it?”

“Because you live here!”

“You’re making me blush!”

“You’re so cute when you blush! Well, you’re always cute!”

“I wish I was there to kiss you!”

“I definitely would kiss you in return!”

“I know you would and I feel so happy!”

“I hope I’ll always make you happy!”

“Just always be as sweet as you are and just be patient with me even on my bad days and you will always make me happy!”

“I have bad days too, so I could somewhat relate to you, so I’ll be patient with you. Please be patient with me as well!”

“Then let’s make a pact: We will always be patient and understanding with each other, especially our mental issues!”

“Agreed! And I wish I was there to seal that pact with a kiss!”

“Aw! Well, you may kiss me as soon as you see me this evening!” She pauses then says, “Not you may, but you must! You must kiss me!”

“I’d be honored to! Speaking of that, what time should I cross over?”

“Five PM is fine.”

“I’ll be there!”

“Yay! Now, we both need to bathe to get ready for the day, but I cannot wait to see you this evening!”

“As do I! Now you go enjoy your bath!”

“You too.”

“Okay bye.”

“Bye baby!”

We then hang up.

I go into my bathroom and open the valve on my wall heater, then strike a match and light it.

I then draw some hot water and sit down in the tub.

I wash my hair with my favorite shampoo then I wash my body with Dial soap.

It’s nice and warm so I relax for a while.

I feel my face and, even though I look clean-shaven there is still a slight amount of facial hair, so I shave.

Afterwards, I rub some Aqua Velva on my face and dry off.

I go into my bedroom and put on some black dress pants and a white tee shirt. Then I put on my belt socks shoes and an Evergreen Oxford shirt.

I sit on my bed and then check my bank account on my smartphone.

There is $35.66 left in my account.

I know what I’ll do: I’ll go to Melinda’s and buy a Weather Radio for my girlfriend and her two roommates as a housewarming present. Then I will buy the candy and soft drinks from Dollar General.

I put my jacket on then I walk out of my front door, locking it behind me. Then I walk down my steps, across my front yard, out of the gate to my cyclone fence, and off to Melinda’s.

My neighbor is angrily staring at me the entire time, but I manage to ignore him.

I make it to Melinda’s and I go to the housewares section.

I look feverishly for the Weather Radios but I don’t see any.

A clerk is passing by on skates, so I ask him, “What happened to all your Weather Radios?”

“Check the clearance bin,” He replies.

“Will do.”

So I walk to the clearance bin in the front of the store. There is one Midland WR-120EZ marked down to $5 from $29.99. I’m thrilled. I pick it up and then get in line to check out.

Finally, it is my turn.

The young cashier scans my Weather Radio and I tell her, “Tell your boss that I say thank you for such an awesome deal! This will make a good gift for my girlfriend and her roommates.”

She smiles and says, “Well we’re glad you found it!” T

She tells me my total then I pay with my debit card.

I’m approved then a receipt is printed out.

“Do you need a bag?”

“No thank you.”

She hands me my receipt, then I say, “Thank you also for working on Christmas Eve and I want you to have a Merry Christmas!”

“Same to you and yours!”

I leave Melinda’s and walk back home.

My neighbor is picking up pecans from his pecan tree when he sees me with the Weather Radio in its package.

“What junk did you buy with my tax money?”

“A gift for my girlfriend.”

“You don’t deserve a girlfriend.”

“That’s none of your business.”

“It should be my business because you and that girl are going to make a baby and then the government is going to pay for it.”

“I’m going inside because I won’t even dignify that with a response.”

“Because you know I am right.”

I go up my steps, unlock my door and enter then lock it behind me.

I place the Weather Radio on my sofa, then I go to my utility room and get my personal shopping cart and push it through my living room then out of the front door, which I lock.

Then I guide it down my steps, across my front yard then out of my gate, and along the sidewalk to The Dollar General.

I head east.

My neighbor asks me, “Where are you going now?”

“Why does it matter?” I ask him.

“If you live off the government you should have to give an account for all that you do and everywhere you go,”

“Well thank God you’re not in power,”

“I served my country though and I think you owe me some respect,”

“Yeah from what I hear you served your country to avoid jail time!”

“If you disrespect me again, I’m going to kick you where the sun doesn’t shine,”

“You lay one hand on me and I will press charges. Now if you want to be such a jerk, don’t talk to me again!”

“You’re just a spoiled, entitled snowflake brat and I question whether or not you’re disabled. You just need to be horsewhipped in my opinion and I should report you to the government.”

“You’re harassing and threatening a mentally disabled person and if you don’t stop, I’m calling the cops!” I tell him as I pull out my smartphone.

“You may have won the battle but you haven’t won the war,” He says, then goes inside.

I make my long walk to The Dollar General, thinking about how I could lose my benefits if the wrong people in the government believe my neighbor.

The anxiety compels me to walk, so I walk hard making it to The Dollar General in record time.

I buy five boxes of Cherry Cordials and five two Liter bottles of RC Cola and pay for my items then go back home, making it back in record time.

I enter my gate, then cut across my front yard and up my steps. I unlock my front door and enter locking it behind me.

Then I sit at my computer and write for my blog until it’s almost 5 PM.

I then place all my purchases in my shopping cart, then I grab my EDC back and walk out the front door, locking it behind me.

Afterwards, I cut across my front yard then out of my gate and walk to my girlfriend and her roommates’ house, arriving there at 5 PM sharp…

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Making Groceries-Second Chances

MONDAY DECEMBER 23, 2019

It’s another day closer to Christmas as I wake up on my living room sofa.

I rub my eyes and then look at my watch which indicates that it is Noon.

I realize that I need to make some groceries, so I call the number on my EBT card and find out that I still have $22 of the $44 I get a month for nutritional assistance. I then walk into my utility room and retrieve my personal shopping cart.

Melinda’s Massive Superstore is about a block away from my house, so I put my jacket on and push my shopping cart out the door.

I guide it down my steps, across my front yard, and out of the gate of my cyclone fence.

Then I push it towards Melinda’s as I walk on the sidewalk.

The weather is cold and raw, but I push on.

I cut across the parking lot and finally, I enter.

The double sliding doors automatically open and I am hit with a blast of warm air.

I’m quite hungry and I know I shouldn’t shop on an empty stomach, but I have yet to put food in my new house.

First, I see the four packs of pudding on sale for eighty-nine Cents a pack. I buy five four packs of tapioca and three four packs of vanilla.

Then I go to the canned vegetables which are selling for two for one dollar. I buy four cans of green and four cans of carrots.

Next, I go to the canned meats and seafood and see that store-brand tuna fish is selling for fifty cents a can. I buy eight cans.

I then buy a loaf of the cheapest sliced bread, which is selling for one dollar and twenty-five cents. I also get a jar of store-brand mayonnaise that is selling for two dollars and ninety cents.

Finally, I go to the frozen foods aisle and see Banquet Dinners for ninety-nine cents apiece. I get a turkey with potatoes stuffing and peas for dinner. I get some spaghetti and meatballs. And I get a barbecued pork ribs dinner.

Then I walk to the checkout counter with my purchases.

A young cashier scans my items and I humbly pay with my EBT card. My new neighbor is watching me make check out. After the transaction is approved, I make a beeline back home. Finally, I am in front of my house, just as my new neighbor is pulling up onto his driveway in a truck.

I enter the gate of my cyclone fence and am cutting across my yard with my groceries. I hear the truck door of my neighbor slam loudly as he stands by the fence and yells at me with a fit of confrontational anger, “I saw you making those groceries with your food stamp card. It must be nice to sit on your butt all day and get handouts!”

I try to ignore him and walk to my steps.

I guide my shopping cart up my steps and place my groceries inside.

He shouts again, “That’s right, that’s right, go inside and eat all the food that my taxes paid for you lazy mooch!”

I lock both the storm door and the wooden door.

I’m now feeling guilty because I do have plenty though I no longer work as I take my Swiss Army Knife from my EDC backpack and use the can opener implement to open a can of tuna fish for my lunch.

Not only am I feeling guilty, but I’m also very paranoid that this neighbor might harm me. I mean he is ex-military and ex-criminal and could probably kill me with his bare hands.

I spread some mayonnaise on four slices of bread then I make two tuna fish sandwiches from that can.

I say grace, thanking God for providing me with the food, but also asking Him to protect me from that troublesome neighbor.

I eat the two sandwiches hurriedly and then I wash them down with the Pepsi from last night.

After many thoughts cycle through my head, I decide to get on my computer and write a story for my blog. I already know that the villain will be based on my hateful neighbor.

I write until the hour of Four PM. Then I get ready for church…

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Prequel-Second Chances

SUNDAY DECEMBER 22, 2019

Christmas is in a few days and my life is finally turning in the right direction.

I’m thirty-two-going-on-thirty-three and was finally able to buy a house.

It is an older wood frame house on a corner lot in the suburbs and one of the oldest houses on the block.

My house may not be the best but it’s the best I could ever dare hope for.

The reason I say this is because I get a disability pension for being schizophrenic, but my illness is well controlled with medication and therapy.

Because of this disability pension, I can pay the note on my house and all the other expenses.

I didn’t have that many possessions, so I quickly moved in.

I walk out my front door, down the steps, across my front yard, and exit through the gate of my cyclone fence.

I begin walking along the sidewalk to survey the neighborhood.

My next-door neighbor, an older man, gives me a dirty look, then spits on the ground.

I don’t even acknowledge him.

A middle-aged couple is walking and they greet me warmly.

“I don’t think we’ve seen you around here before, young man,” The woman says.

“I’m new to the neighborhood. In fact, I just moved in today,” I reply.

“What is your address?” The man asks me.

I give it to him.

“Oh, yes. There is a hateful old man that is right next door to you. Avoid him at all costs,” The woman says.

“Yes. He thinks everyone should kiss his behind because he’s a veteran, when in reality he only served in the military to avoid jail time,” The man interjects.

“Now honey, all we can do is pray for people like that.”

“You’re right darling,” The man says, then asks, looking at me, “Speaking of prayer, tell me, young man, are you a Christian?”

“Well, I haven’t lived the best life, but at least I’ve been washed by The Blood, and everyone else may give up on me but God is always right there. I love Him for that and so much more!” I reply.

“Is there any church you go to?”

“No, I moved here from out of town and was hoping to find a church.”

“We’d love for you to come to church with us,” The woman says.

“I don’t have a vehicle at the moment though.”

“We’ll be glad to drive you there, we’ll even pick you up from your house!” The man adds in.

“Okay, then I would be honored to come to church with you!”

“Great, we have an evening service tomorrow, as on every Monday and Wednesday, and, of course, the main service is on Sunday,”

The lady pulls out her smartphone and says, “We’d like your contact information.”

I give it to them.

The man also takes out his smartphone and they both enter my name and phone number.

They then give me their information and I program it into my phone.

“Well, we need to finish our exercise, but give us a buzz if you need anything at all,” The man says.

“And we will pick you up around five PM tomorrow evening for church,” The woman adds in.

“It was awesome meeting, y’all,” I say.

They both nod.

I’m getting hungry and there is no food in my house, so I walk around to find a place to eat.

I see a corner store and I enter.

I browse around until I see some microwavable jalapeno cheeseburgers, just like the ones I used to eat in my old town.

I select two of them and also a Pepsi from the soft drink fountain.

I then pay for my items with my debit card, then walk to the microwave and heat one of my cheeseburgers for thirty seconds.

When it is done, I sit at the dining table, say grace, and eat.

After eating I sip on my drink and watch the people go in and out.

I then buy two liters of Pepsi, then leave the store and head home.

Finally, I am in front of my house, so I enter the cyclone fence and cut across my front yard as my neighbor stares at me. I continue up my steps and I enter my front door, locking it behind me.

I place the cheeseburger and the Pepsi bottle in my refrigerator, then go to my living room and log on to my computer.

My home Internet service hasn’t been set up yet, so I plug my smartphone into my computer to use as a tethered modem.

I browse the Internet for a while and do some writing for my blog, mostly about my new life.

Hours pass.

I’m hungry again, so I warm up the other cheeseburger and then pour myself a glass of Pepsi.

Then I take my EDC backpack and remove the vial of Geodon from it.

The microwave beeps, so I eat the cheeseburger then take two 80 mg capsules of Geodon and wash it all down with Pepsi.

Soon enough I am sleepy and I crash on my living room sofa until Noon the next day…

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