Twelve

Richie glowered at the screen. One fuckin’ week and she hadn’t posted a new chapter. Why hadn’t she posted a new chapter? Hell even the rest of the readers were asking the same thing. Had he written something that pissed her off? Where the hell was Rosary?

As he moved to another of the game forums, he noticed the blinking flag that noted he had a message, the frown and unpleasant thoughts vanishing as quickly as the icon blinked. Hurriedly opening the msessage center, he begin to grin as he saw her name in the from column. He double clicked the subject and started to read, his brow flicking upwards in shock. Woodbridge? She was a Jersey girl? She didn’t know him, well that was a relief. As he read his brow furrowed. How had he given it away? Oh fuck I said we, I used male speak, well fuck. He considered his options and knew he couldn’t play a game anymore. There was something about this RosaryDarlin that screamed get to know me, and he couldn’t do that if he kept up a lie. Opening the reply screen, he stared at it a few moments then started to grin. Had anyone been able to see, the light bulb would have been glowing above his head.


Subject: Re: Keep your freaking pants on.

Ahh so that’s where you’ve been. What exactly do you do?It must be something creative considering who well you write.

Well hell look at that you’re from Woodbridge, or you’ve gotten yourself a very unique way of getting an official email. Looks like a town government type email am I right? So I gotta ask Darlin, what sort of creative job you have in that little burg in Middlesex County? ((yeah I know my Jersey).)

Well I gotta admit, ya got me Darlin. You’re right, I’m not a girl, Not no way, not no how. All guy here, but answer me honestly, would you have responded if you knew I was a guy? WOULD you have accepted me posting a counter to your story, as good as it is, would you have accepted it knowing? Probably not for the very reasons you mentioned. But ya know, getting those responses knowing it’s a guy, well its not half as icky as realizing the words are making ya all hot and horny when a Girl is writing it. It can be our “dirty little secret okay? I won’t tell if you won’t, and I promise to behave myself

Richie snorted, the idea of him and behaving in the same sentence had the laughter bubbling inside of him. Forcing himself back into a serious frame of mind he continued to respond.

Just so you know I didn’t lie about the writing thing, I do a little writing in my career. My name is Stephen Ok that’s not a lie really it IS my middle name after all and I’m a fourty something year old guy. I’m not a stalker or a pervert, ok maybe a little perverted, but aren’t we all?

Well that explains the bimbo thing a bit I guess. Hell guys see the face and body and as long as she aint cheating on him and is treating him nice all is well with the world, (Ok a lil fuckin don’t hurt that I admit it.)

Ehh never thought about it the way you do, but that’s the glory of the differences between men and women. Dunno if the typecast will ever get broken, but at least I understand what you meant now. Hell when I mentioned it to my best friend he agreed. Blew my fuckin’ mind let me tell you. Ehh your right about the ex-wife thing too,

Ok question my Joviness, its ok, but what the flying fuck is scruff?

Hmm, well your reason for liking them is as good as any ((and at least its not because of Jon’s ass or hair or well other things of that nature. It IS about the music, good music, lyrics that stand the test of time. You know it is “soul music” even if it is fuckin’ rock and roll, it speaks to the soul don’t it? Acoustic is how it all starts Darlin. Song’s aren’t usually written on the Fender, but the good old Ovation just to name one. You have to have the melody just right before it can translate, so I’m glad to hear you like it acoustical. You’re probably one of the few that actually like This Left Feels Right huh?

You’re an interesting person RosaryDarlin, or can I call ya Linds? Or Lindsay?

If the reason you’ve stopped writing is cuz you think I’m a guy, well now ya know Darlin. I hope you can consider it just two partners penning somthing together and post, If not then I apologize ahead of time for derailing what was starting to be a fuckin’ hot piece of writing.

Let me know.

S.


He leaned back and read over all he had written and nodded his head. Fuck yeah it felt good to be a guy again. He just hoped she’d accept it.

He heard humming and turned his head to see David walking into his dressing area, small camcorder in hand. “What the holy fuck are you doing Joker?”

David stepped behind Richie and focused as he scanned the room. “Making memories?”

Richie lifted a hand his long middle finger rising. “Fuck off man.”

David grinned as he tipped the camcorder down towards his friend. “So whatcha doing Richie?”

“None ya damn business Joker.” Richie twisted and winked up into the camera before settling a big hand over the lens. “Now take your toy and scoot like a good boy, I’m busy.”

David snorted and kept the camera rolling. “Waiting for a love letter dude? Oh wait you don’t have a blonde bimbo around.”

Richie rolled his eyes and turned back to David his eyes sparkling. “Yeah only blonde bimbo in my life man is you.”

David turned the camera to face him and fake pouted. “Ohhh I knew ya loved me.”

Winking at the camera he grinned as he walked out, “so you see RosaryDarlin, sometimes a rose is a rose and sometimes ya just don’t know what kinda flower you’ve plucked.” He made a kissy face at the lens and waggled his brows. It was time to load it on the computer and put it on the web. It was time for Rosary the Darlin, to know he never lied when it came to the Joker.