Margie Fillin - My Dear Bitch. V#2 An Unwelcome Person

– Why, Dan?

– I mean the location of the court, the building. You might have to come here, in future; so it’s useful for you to remember.

– Hmm. I don’t think so. The Supreme Court’s location? Why? I don’t understand, Dan, and it’s kind of odd to hear that from you.

He didn’t reply; instead, he digressed from the subject of discussion and again pointed out the glass buildings and magnificent fluffy and curly clouds slowly flying high in the sky.

– Look at the beautiful funny clouds, Vika!

– They are so mysterious, – I answered and as well decided to ask Daniel a question about one of his habits.

– Dan, why do you always point out with your index finger? Everywhere.

– Why? Nobody ever asked me about this, Vika. – He was embarrassed and stared at me. – What?

– Foolish habit, Dan. In Russia every child knows that this is a bad habit. That’s why I wonder.

– But you are not in Russia any longer, my dear Vika! You are in America. Relax, please.

“Oh, yeah! Really, it’s better to relax and do not take so seriously such triviality, – I thought that moment, – people can have different habits, so what? I chose Dan myself, and it’s probably better to take him as he is. He doesn’t gnawing his finger nails, he doesn’t pick his teeth or nose. He never spits the gum at passersby; he never loudly burps every five minutes. And never eases himself outside. Hmm… Probably, it’s I, who is too much fussy. It’s better to forget of this and relax. He is right.”

Dan’s cell phone rang; he checked the caller id and mentioned that Nick had just called. He decided to call him back in the evening, switched the cell phone off, and we entered the office to see a huge line inside the building and only three or four clerks servicing the clients at once.

I paid special attention at the people there. The couples in line were so different, and attractive, and I was greatly amazed by such a variety. We, like all the others in the line, were patiently waiting for our turn.

Dan made a joke.

– So, miss Vika, there are lines in the US, too, not only in Russia. Could you imagine, dear? I didn’t expect that. It’s because so many couples want to be married in America nowadays. And we are among them. Great! I should ask my best friends, still-married American couple, how it was thirty five years ago. – My fiancé chuckled.

And he began to tell the story of Nick and Stacy.

– You know dear, my friends Nick and Stacy come to California from Texas very often due to the business and family issues. They love to relax at their parents’ home, and I always have fun with them, especially at Diane’s place.

Suddenly he was silent for a moment. He stared at a very big pregnant woman with a huge and round like a balloon belly.

I looked at her face. Her Latino-American features were so perfect and bright that, when one looked at her face, the heaviness of her body disappeared at once. Her fiancé, an Indian guy, opposite, was little and skinny, pale and transparent, but one could see very much dignity and self-importance in his face. They were holding hands.

– They are in a hurry to marry because of the baby, I am sure. – Dan said quietly like a real expert.

– Huh.

– And look at that couple… – Daniel whispered, – no doubts, they are getting married just for the green card. – Dan pointed index finger out directly to another couple.

– He, most likely, had already paid to his miss a lot of money to get the US residency.

I looked at the couple.

She was gorgeous American blonde around thirty: Blue eyes, long hair, long legs, and big tempting titties. A super tall female, a dancer or model. Who knows? Her fiancé… looked like a teenager, twice shorter than her, but he was a very handsome eastern looking guy in excellent sporty shape. They were constantly making out.

Dan bent down to me, kissed me, and as if nothing interrupted his story, continued.

– I’ve known Nick since childhood. We grew up together. His parents bought the house next to my parents’ house. We finished the same high school and spent a lot of time together having fun for many years. I consider Nick my greatest and closest friend, but he always had secrets from me, and the biggest and unforeseen one was Stacy.

– Stacy?

– That long-haired beauty lived across the street, and all the boys were secretly dreaming about her. But she astonished everyone by her weird action: She married nineteen year old Nick.

– Should she have married a ninety-year-old man? – I wondered.

– Good sense of humor, Vika. – Dan laughed.

– Thank you, but, still, what? No one knew about their romance and affection?

– The thing is, everyone in the neighborhood knew about them, and nobody could understand what so special was in Nick.

– The dick, – I joked.

– Hmm. Stacy was not that type of girl, – Dan ignored my joke and answered seriously. – And when she did marry him, being so young, different gossips were out. – Daniel finished his thought.

– Was Nick her first? Was she his first? – I asked my fiancé.

– I have no idea, I told you… Nick always kept secrets from me.

– They probably had strong feelings for each other.

– If you mean “chemistry”, I can’t understand anything at all then.

There was nothing so impressive in Nick’s pants at all. Never!

Dan poured cold water on me.

– How do you know, Dan? There was nothing impressive for you in Nick’s pants, honey. But for Stacy, it was a gift or treasure, – I smiled.

– Hmm… I‘ve known his cocks’ size since childhood.

– Nick’s cocks’ size… – It sounded so funny, that I laughed. – Oh, well my dear, no more comments, – I smiled again, shook my head and shrugged my shoulders.

– So… Do you want to see his cock? – Dan asked me.

– What? – I couldn’t stop laughing.

– Nothing. I’m kidding. Briefly speaking, their life story… yea, their love story…

– I’m listening, Dan.

– So, one early fall morning a very young pretty Stacy in her snow-white wedding dress, with the veil in her long hair, rode on Nick’s legendary Harley Davidson. The happiest couple in the world, or “just married teenagers,” disappeared in a moment. Nobody had a single clue where they were going to. In a year they came back home; the same Harley Davidson, the same Beauty on it, but with a little one. That time Nick and Stacy looked like real bikers, but absolutely not like young parents: black leather pants, jackets, high leather boots with a lot of zippers, chains and other metal accessories. They showed their first creature – a fantastic-looking firstborn boy – to the grandparents and speeded somewhere off on Nick’s cool motorcycle again.

Four years later Stacy gave a birth to two girls, the twins. One girl – Nick’s exact copy; the other one – Stacy’s. The both newborn beauties were naughty and noisy from their birthday.

Dan interrupted his story again as he was attracted by one more couple in the line.

– Vika, – he pointed out to a funny-looking couple. – Look, they are gonna get married due to some reasons but, definitely, not because of love. And who knows what the love is? Nobody… Look at her gold and platinum jewelry, – Dan was excited. His eyes sparkled.

– And the clothes are astonishing, – he continued whispering.

When I looked at them, I felt a little bit uncomfortable. The tiny pretty Asian girl with bright, short, yellow-colored hair was scared and seemed very tired and bored. She was too young to marry her fiancé, an old, wrinkled, grey-haired Afro-American. He looked more like her strict grandpa; twice taller and triple older than she, but he was still in a great shape. He was wearing very low-bottomed jeans and behaved like a teenager – making balloons from the gum while listening to an iPod. He enjoyed the sharp short sounds of popping and clapped his hands following the rhythm of the music. They both looked around and glanced at each other as if they were just strangers in the line.