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Chapter One

Johnny stood in awe. His stare a compliment to Eve’s beauty as she sheepishly walked to her side of the bed. Their night of teasing was now concluding with a night of unbridled passion.

Eve slowly began to unfasten the buttons on her red silk blouse, again teasing Johnny’s lustful eyes. Her hair dangled loosely around her head and covered her shoulders. As she pulled the blouse loose over her shoulders the cool air in the room become electric and alive with warmth and his primal desires.

He wasn’t the reserved type. He had worked all evening trying to get into Eve’s good graces. He also wanted to get inside her pussy that she had talked about with great detail as he ate a taco in the restaurant where they met. She had joked about how she didn’t like teeth when someone was eating her taco. Johnny had let his mind wander at that comment and held back saying he hated teeth dragging on his cock when getting a blowjob.

Back to the undressing.

Johnny was a typical male when it came to undressing. He pulled and tugged his shirt over his head making his thick black hair resemble a used mop. His chest was broad and muscular with perfect tone but not all freakishly overdone with steroids. With a snap and a quick wiggle his pants dropped to the floor and the wide head of his cock poked out of the front flap of boxers that had red hearts and “Home of the Whopper” written on them.

He could see that Eve was pleased with how he looked. Johnny hoped she had heard of the myth of a man’s nose in relation to genital size because he had an incredibly large nose. But Johnny wanted to show her that he was more than just beefcake, that his personality also filled the bill. Hopefully he’d fill her in other ways also.

Eve let the red blouse slide off her upper torso, revealing a red lace bra. After a few tugs at the fastener on her hip, the black leather skirt fell to the floor.

Johnny quickly looked at her underwear. They were red, like her bra, with one exception—a bright light shone between her legs as if highlighting the part of her anatomy he wanted most. At first he thought he was seeing things. A blinding vision or a mind game from the drinks earlier. He looked again and did see a light between her legs—because she was so bowlegged the light on the nightstand shone between the gap of her legs.

She obviously could never wear a thong. Everyone is different but this was a little awkward. Johnny was a gentleman and wanted to be proper and genuinely nice.

He also wanted Eve and needed to get laid. He paused for a moment and thought hard about what he was about to say. Johnny opened his mouth and began to question Eve’s anatomy. “Ummm, Eve? Do you play soccer or ride bulls in the rodeo?”

She sat on the bed, holding back her tears.

Johnny sympathized and sat behind her, gently massaging her shoulders. He figured he could watch her breasts wiggle and her nipples poke out of the bra as he rubbed her shoulders.

Eve looked down. She had to answer the question all men asked. She began to tell Johnny what had happened to her. “I had an accident”.

“My parents worked at the circus. They were clowns. Ever since I can remember, circus people, animals and love surrounded me. Everyone was always so nice and when I turned sixteen I got a job working for the circus. They gave me a shovel and had me follow the elephants around. I hated it but my dad put things into perspective. He said ‘Shit happens’ and it happens a lot.”

Taking a deep breath, she continued. “One day I was shoveling behind Jumbo Jim, the biggest elephant in the circus. I turned to look at the cotton candy maker. He was a nice boy with three teeth and a prosthetic leg from converting a rototiller into a go-cart but forgetting to take the blades off.

Anyway, I tripped on a pile of droppings and the shovel jerked upwards and I hit Jumbo in the balls. He became enraged and began to charge after me as I ran. I stumbled after I kicked the side of a dart throwing booth and ended up bent over a railing with my hands on the ground to keep me from face planting into a pile of puke from a kid who ate two chili dogs, some cotton candy and took a ride on the ‘Gut-buster’. Before I could regain my stance the elephant was behind me and shoved his trunk into my…

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This is so fucking lame. It just isn’t working again, he thought to himself.

A heavy sigh left him as he reached to the right and hit the delete key on his computer.

Eugene watched as the letters disappeared from the computer screen one by one.

The words vanished, leaving the pages empty, just like the void of creativity in his imagination. For over three months he hadn’t been able to write a single scene, page or paragraph that read or felt right. Everything was meaningless. His passion was gone and everything he wrote was dull and lifeless.