Alarmingly Strange Stories

I woke up in a disoriented frame of mind. I didn't know where I was what time it was or whom I was with. I saw a figure next to me and hoped and prayed it wasn't a guy. Please don't let it be a guy. It's not that I have hidden gay feelings, but I have always been afraid of someone taking advantage of me when I lose control. My ass didn't hurt which was a very good sign. I looked over at the figure next to me. Long hair small frame and smells good. It was Yvonne. She awoke while I was looking at her and smiled. "You were unbelievable last night. I wish I knew that you were capable of such unbelievable lovemaking." Oh great. I had intercourse with the beautiful babe and I don't remember it. What makes it worse is she's married. Apparently I lose my morals when I lose control. How could I sleep with a married woman? Worse yet I do the crime and don't even remember it to enjoy it. Yvonne burst out laughing. "I am just joking, sweetie, you were so out of it you couldn't do anything. Relief and disappointment. We talked the rest of the night. We talked about everything and nothing. She told me about the problems she was having with her husband. I told her the problems I was having with my ex-girlfriend. She was a good listener and had good insight. I was trying to remain guarded but I felt myself slipping. We finally went to sleep about 3 A.M. In the morning we said our good-byes and went our separate ways. The following Monday I heard all kinds of jokes about me. As it turns out I wasn't shouting at a duck. It was a Chihuahua. My gracious coworkers got me a shirt with the Taco Bell dog saying "YO QUIERO UNA PINCHA CERVEZA." I knew the jokes would be endless but that was to be expected. What do you expect, I was screaming at a Chihuahua, not a duck? Oh the shame. The relationship I had with Yvonne changed though. We seemed to be better friends. We talked on a more intimate level. We still flirted but we talked about more personal matters as well. The weeks went by and everyone eventually forget the whole duck incident. The only difference was I started to do heroin. I didn't do it much at first but I started to like it more and more. I liked to call it ducking out. I would duck out every now and then just to get away from it all and lose control. I didn't know how often Yvonne ducked out. This question often popped into my mind. I did notice that she wore long sleeves on a daily basis. This didn't mean anything, she might just like them. I started to view heroin as nothing to me it was just like a beer. Maybe I was in denial. Maybe I knew what was happening and just didn't want to face it. I knew I was getting addicted. I just didn't admit it to myself. Sometimes I wish I was stupid. It seems stupid people are always happy and smiling. They just aren't smart enough to realize what's going on. They get less responsibility at work they are counted on less by everybody. They get less rewards also. I wonder if it would be worth it. What's better to be intelligent and miserable or stupid and happy? To have everything except happiness or to have very little and be happy. I guess the answer should be obvious. I decided to ask Yvonne to duck out with me. I thought all she could say would be no. It wasn't like she was going to say, get away from me, you ugly loser. I decided I had nothing to lose. As it turns out my timing was perfect; her husband was going out of town on a business trip. She seemed to be excited about my proposition. The weekend came and it was going to be good or so I thought. Yvonne arrived at about ten. She seemed calm and relaxed. There was no tension in the air. We drank a couple of beers before I took the heroin out. I carefully took out two sterilized needles and the spoons and sponges we would need to duck out. Yvonne's eyes rolled into the back of her head as she received her first dose. She moaned with pleasure as she fell back into the couch. We continued to duck out into the night. I don't remember how many times we ducked out or what time it was or any other details that would usually have some importance. Inevitably we started holding and caressing each other. One thing led to another and soon we were engaging in intercourse. It wasn't the awkward sex that one usually has when it's the first time with a new partner. It wasn't the anxious clumsy drunken sex either. It just seemed natural. We would alternate sex and ducking out until time became a blur.

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