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PROCRASTINATOR
(Part 1 of several. Please comment.)
Is there anything more romantic than a little cottage by a lake? Maybe there is, but what if you were to add a lovely forest, filled with squirrel and deer and other friendly creatures of nature. This lovely picturesque scene, where nothing bad could ever happen, is where our story takes place.
This was the property of Sebastian Brooker, no trespassing. He had acquired this land by marriage, it being his father in-laws summer cottage. He loved it so. He found it the most relaxing peaceful place on the planet, provided that his wife was not around, but then again, why would she be? She hated the place. Miles away from everything, this little cottage offered nothing but isolation to her.
Sebastian and Clara met in law school, and bonded over how much they like to argue with each other. They eventually got married for tax purposes, and spent the next 20 years trying to stay out of each other’s way. Clara worked for a magazine notorious their libel suits. You’ve probably seen their issues in the supermarket, the ones that state that the first lady has walked out on the president, taking their kids with them, or that some celebrity has a baby bump. When the subject of the article’s decided to file a suit against the magazine Clara and her associates were charged with bullying the plaintiff into settling for a small sum, or else.
Sebastian worked for a very genial televangelist known for making controversial comments about who god loves and who he hates. Since the Reverend Gary Blick was actually an atheist with no principles, he did not argue with Sebastian over what could be grounds for law suits and what was fair game.
The couple loved their work, and hated each other. They had sex once a month, and it could not possibly be called making love. They had not kissed each other in 20 years. They had discussed divorce, but found it would cause too much trouble, so they carried on.
Yet, for some odd reason, they were insanely jealous of the others affairs. Sebastian gave Clara a $75 make up kit, and mentioned that the young woman who had assisted him was very sweet, and could do the splits while standing on her hands. Sebastian later found out that the girl was fired for being rude to a customer. A young Journalist Clara had spoken very highly of got caught trying to plant cocaine on a movie star, and sentenced to 14 years. A young teacher at a catholic high school was accused by one of her female students of sexual assault, and though no charges were brought forward, she lost her job, could not get another, and has ever since has locked herself into her mother’s house, not returning Sebastian’s phone calls. The student later had a bright career in journalism.
Some time after, Clara texted a picture to her husband. It was her naked body, but her head was cut out of the picture. And she was riding a black man, whose head was also out of frame. Sebastian texted his wife back “Good for you.” He allowed two months to pass before hiring a private investigator. Though the detective had yielded enough information to lead to divorce procedures, including 8 incidents in one month with six different men, Sebastian was only interested in his wife’s dealings with a well-endowed African American gentleman. Eventually, his man came up with the identity of a bell hop in a very famous Hollywood hotel, frequented by a great number of international celebrities. Sebastian thanked the detective, and for another month, nothing happened.
One night after trying really hard to fuck each other to death in their luxurious penthouse in New York, Sebastian casually flipped on the TV to see what was happening in the world. A man named Jerome Keating had fallen off the balcony of a fifth story window of a very famous Hollywood hotel, frequented by a great number of international celebrities, and was rushed into the hospital in critical condition. Evidence found on him showed that he had been working for a sleazy tabloid magazine and had direct orders to steal a pop singer’s phone.
Clara unplugged the TV, plunging their room into darkness. Sebastian saw the nude outline of a woman’s body, and sat placidly thinking of how thing improved his wife’s appearance. Maybe, next month, she should put a bag over her head. “Have you considered celibacy?” she asked.
“Never,” Sebastian responded.
“Well, that’s a shame, because the next slut you fuck dies screaming.”
I, the author of this narrative, would like to apologize for all this ugliness I’ve exposed you to. Enough of this marital nightmare. Let us return to the picturesque cottage, and the beautiful young woman skinning dipping in the lake.
Is there anything more romantic than a little cottage by a lake? Maybe there is, but what if you were to add a lovely forest, filled with squirrel and deer and other friendly creatures of nature. This lovely picturesque scene, where nothing bad could ever happen, is where our story takes place.
This was the property of Sebastian Brooker, no trespassing. He had acquired this land by marriage, it being his father in-laws summer cottage. He loved it so. He found it the most relaxing peaceful place on the planet, provided that his wife was not around, but then again, why would she be? She hated the place. Miles away from everything, this little cottage offered nothing but isolation to her.
Sebastian and Clara met in law school, and bonded over how much they like to argue with each other. They eventually got married for tax purposes, and spent the next 20 years trying to stay out of each other’s way. Clara worked for a magazine notorious their libel suits. You’ve probably seen their issues in the supermarket, the ones that state that the first lady has walked out on the president, taking their kids with them, or that some celebrity has a baby bump. When the subject of the article’s decided to file a suit against the magazine Clara and her associates were charged with bullying the plaintiff into settling for a small sum, or else.
Sebastian worked for a very genial televangelist known for making controversial comments about who god loves and who he hates. Since the Reverend Gary Blick was actually an atheist with no principles, he did not argue with Sebastian over what could be grounds for law suits and what was fair game.
The couple loved their work, and hated each other. They had sex once a month, and it could not possibly be called making love. They had not kissed each other in 20 years. They had discussed divorce, but found it would cause too much trouble, so they carried on.
Yet, for some odd reason, they were insanely jealous of the others affairs. Sebastian gave Clara a $75 make up kit, and mentioned that the young woman who had assisted him was very sweet, and could do the splits while standing on her hands. Sebastian later found out that the girl was fired for being rude to a customer. A young Journalist Clara had spoken very highly of got caught trying to plant cocaine on a movie star, and sentenced to 14 years. A young teacher at a catholic high school was accused by one of her female students of sexual assault, and though no charges were brought forward, she lost her job, could not get another, and has ever since has locked herself into her mother’s house, not returning Sebastian’s phone calls. The student later had a bright career in journalism.
Some time after, Clara texted a picture to her husband. It was her naked body, but her head was cut out of the picture. And she was riding a black man, whose head was also out of frame. Sebastian texted his wife back “Good for you.” He allowed two months to pass before hiring a private investigator. Though the detective had yielded enough information to lead to divorce procedures, including 8 incidents in one month with six different men, Sebastian was only interested in his wife’s dealings with a well-endowed African American gentleman. Eventually, his man came up with the identity of a bell hop in a very famous Hollywood hotel, frequented by a great number of international celebrities. Sebastian thanked the detective, and for another month, nothing happened.
One night after trying really hard to fuck each other to death in their luxurious penthouse in New York, Sebastian casually flipped on the TV to see what was happening in the world. A man named Jerome Keating had fallen off the balcony of a fifth story window of a very famous Hollywood hotel, frequented by a great number of international celebrities, and was rushed into the hospital in critical condition. Evidence found on him showed that he had been working for a sleazy tabloid magazine and had direct orders to steal a pop singer’s phone.
Clara unplugged the TV, plunging their room into darkness. Sebastian saw the nude outline of a woman’s body, and sat placidly thinking of how thing improved his wife’s appearance. Maybe, next month, she should put a bag over her head. “Have you considered celibacy?” she asked.
“Never,” Sebastian responded.
“Well, that’s a shame, because the next slut you fuck dies screaming.”
I, the author of this narrative, would like to apologize for all this ugliness I’ve exposed you to. Enough of this marital nightmare. Let us return to the picturesque cottage, and the beautiful young woman skinning dipping in the lake.
