Post by nualex21 on Dec 23, 2009 5:12:40 GMT -5
September 29th, 0079
Note to self: Some women will NOT accept payment for random sexual acts…For some reason?
Bigby had just settled things with his “second” date of the night. He’d been placed in a holding cell after a peace officer responded to a domestic disturbance call, involving his actual date, and Bigby’s refusal to present a form of identification other than “the crack of his ass.” But without an actual crime being committed and Bigby’s date having gone on official police record as saying, “ Hell no I don’t want to press charges. If I never see him again I might be able to guarantee my mothers moral sanctity; but if I do happen to cross paths with that monster again I’m willing to perform a female castration on her and myself if it would discourage his interest in either of us. Just get him out of here.” His release was unconditional.
The war had worn the city of Seattle but the weather had remained the same. As Bigby walked the night streets the pouring rain carried his already lucid mind to another place.
UC 0065
“Happy Birthday B. Jones said you could have on this old pickup. It doesn’t work but you can tinker around with it here in the barn and by the time you’re old enough to drive you might even have it running. Wasn’t that nice of him?” Elaine meant well by her words but Bigby knew it was his stepfathers half-ass attempt to feign care.
Jones had been told about Bigby’s infatuation with all things mechanical but he had no belief in his ability to fix the truck. Bigby knew this and that only fueled his desire to get it running as soon as possible. He hated that his mother had married so soon after she left his father, he hated that she was having his child, and more than anything he hated that he wouldn’t be able to go into space; especially after hearing earth for earthers propaganda for hours at a time all these years.
UC 0066
“I need a set of tires, a starter and ten gallons of fuel.”
“Hell kid you’re keeping this place straight and you expect me to know where to find that shit.”
Bigby had found an old parts dealer named Solomon and kept his junk yard organized in exchange for tools, parts, and advice. Between the two of them they’d decided that the old trucks engine was better off being retrofitted. With Solomon’s experience and Bigby’s enthusiasm the truck was almost ready to roll out of the barn.
“Alright boy I’ve helped you fix up that old heap cause I know you think you and your momma can just drive away from all the hell your daddy been puttin you through, but that ain’t the case. Women hear what they wanna hear and she don’t wanna hear the sound of his hand hittin you and her all the time. All she wants to hear is all his sweet talkin “I love yous” and promises of a better life if she just holds out a lil bit longer. What you gone do when she tells you she don’t wanna go nowhere he ain’t gone be?”
“If that’s what women respond to then I’ll learn to do the same. I’ll just drag her outta here kickin and screamin.”
“The hell you will. You’re to young to start thinking its ok to start swinging your fist at any women just to get what you want. You'll end up like that pa of yours you hate so much. Now you listen here, any women that just rolls over and takes what you throw at em ain’t worth your time and hell that might include your mamma. Al you do is say what’s on your mind to her and if she can keep up wit you then you give her the light a day along wit the tip.”
“What’s the Tip?”
“I’ll tell you that part when you’re older.”
0067
The rain began to pour as Bigby sped from the barn. He left with a single tear in his eye, Jones’ gun on the floorboard and the resolve to never turn back. He’d find a way to thank Solomon; because of him he had learned enough to get by on his own, and along with that, no women would be ever be worth as much effort as he had wasted trying to save his mother.
Bigby would’ve stayed lost in his thoughts all the way back to his heavy transport if the pistol wipe hadn’t been enough to get his attention.
“Don’t turn around. I will kill you if I have to. I’ve been watching you and I know what your hiding.”
His attacker sounded a lot sexier than most of the muggers he’d met this far, so he figured he would take a chance and see about ending his night on a high note; “Sweetheart what I’m hiding can be all yours if you just ask a little nicer, unless your into this kind of thing, then the nice part isn’t necessary.”
“Shut it you pompous ass. I know you’re a mobile suit pilot and I want you’re GM.”
“Hey call it whatever you like…”
The sound of the gun cocking cut Bigby’s response short and he decided that this particular female required a little more finesses than he was used to giving most women. “Listen love a loaded gun to my back doesn’t give you access to my suit and it’s not doing to much for my libido either. Why don’t you tell me your story and maybe we can work something out; hell maybe before this is all over I can give you the Tip.”
“Fuck Me! I don’t have time for this, but your right. I’ll tell you why I need your suit if it makes you feel any better about giving it up, but first you have to tell me what the Tip is. I have no idea what your talking about and I’m not taking anything unless I have a better grasp of it.
Bigby tried to hold back his laughter, but he managed to sneak out, “It’s the tip of my dick babe. Learn to keep up.”
This time the pistol came down harder and the street went dark.
Note to self: Some women will NOT accept payment for random sexual acts…For some reason?
Bigby had just settled things with his “second” date of the night. He’d been placed in a holding cell after a peace officer responded to a domestic disturbance call, involving his actual date, and Bigby’s refusal to present a form of identification other than “the crack of his ass.” But without an actual crime being committed and Bigby’s date having gone on official police record as saying, “ Hell no I don’t want to press charges. If I never see him again I might be able to guarantee my mothers moral sanctity; but if I do happen to cross paths with that monster again I’m willing to perform a female castration on her and myself if it would discourage his interest in either of us. Just get him out of here.” His release was unconditional.
The war had worn the city of Seattle but the weather had remained the same. As Bigby walked the night streets the pouring rain carried his already lucid mind to another place.
~
UC 0065
“Happy Birthday B. Jones said you could have on this old pickup. It doesn’t work but you can tinker around with it here in the barn and by the time you’re old enough to drive you might even have it running. Wasn’t that nice of him?” Elaine meant well by her words but Bigby knew it was his stepfathers half-ass attempt to feign care.
Jones had been told about Bigby’s infatuation with all things mechanical but he had no belief in his ability to fix the truck. Bigby knew this and that only fueled his desire to get it running as soon as possible. He hated that his mother had married so soon after she left his father, he hated that she was having his child, and more than anything he hated that he wouldn’t be able to go into space; especially after hearing earth for earthers propaganda for hours at a time all these years.
~
UC 0066
“I need a set of tires, a starter and ten gallons of fuel.”
“Hell kid you’re keeping this place straight and you expect me to know where to find that shit.”
Bigby had found an old parts dealer named Solomon and kept his junk yard organized in exchange for tools, parts, and advice. Between the two of them they’d decided that the old trucks engine was better off being retrofitted. With Solomon’s experience and Bigby’s enthusiasm the truck was almost ready to roll out of the barn.
“Alright boy I’ve helped you fix up that old heap cause I know you think you and your momma can just drive away from all the hell your daddy been puttin you through, but that ain’t the case. Women hear what they wanna hear and she don’t wanna hear the sound of his hand hittin you and her all the time. All she wants to hear is all his sweet talkin “I love yous” and promises of a better life if she just holds out a lil bit longer. What you gone do when she tells you she don’t wanna go nowhere he ain’t gone be?”
“If that’s what women respond to then I’ll learn to do the same. I’ll just drag her outta here kickin and screamin.”
“The hell you will. You’re to young to start thinking its ok to start swinging your fist at any women just to get what you want. You'll end up like that pa of yours you hate so much. Now you listen here, any women that just rolls over and takes what you throw at em ain’t worth your time and hell that might include your mamma. Al you do is say what’s on your mind to her and if she can keep up wit you then you give her the light a day along wit the tip.”
“What’s the Tip?”
“I’ll tell you that part when you’re older.”
~
0067
The rain began to pour as Bigby sped from the barn. He left with a single tear in his eye, Jones’ gun on the floorboard and the resolve to never turn back. He’d find a way to thank Solomon; because of him he had learned enough to get by on his own, and along with that, no women would be ever be worth as much effort as he had wasted trying to save his mother.
~
Bigby would’ve stayed lost in his thoughts all the way back to his heavy transport if the pistol wipe hadn’t been enough to get his attention.
“Don’t turn around. I will kill you if I have to. I’ve been watching you and I know what your hiding.”
His attacker sounded a lot sexier than most of the muggers he’d met this far, so he figured he would take a chance and see about ending his night on a high note; “Sweetheart what I’m hiding can be all yours if you just ask a little nicer, unless your into this kind of thing, then the nice part isn’t necessary.”
“Shut it you pompous ass. I know you’re a mobile suit pilot and I want you’re GM.”
“Hey call it whatever you like…”
The sound of the gun cocking cut Bigby’s response short and he decided that this particular female required a little more finesses than he was used to giving most women. “Listen love a loaded gun to my back doesn’t give you access to my suit and it’s not doing to much for my libido either. Why don’t you tell me your story and maybe we can work something out; hell maybe before this is all over I can give you the Tip.”
“Fuck Me! I don’t have time for this, but your right. I’ll tell you why I need your suit if it makes you feel any better about giving it up, but first you have to tell me what the Tip is. I have no idea what your talking about and I’m not taking anything unless I have a better grasp of it.
Bigby tried to hold back his laughter, but he managed to sneak out, “It’s the tip of my dick babe. Learn to keep up.”
This time the pistol came down harder and the street went dark.