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Sex in the Boondocks

I apologize in advance if this isnt as good or scanty as my last post, but A) this is the truth, prefacing what is to come next and B) I have the flu so my head isn't thinking as good as it usually does.......

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During our pillow talk, Brandon had told me that he had gotten another job. He was going to climb cell phone towers to check the lights and change anything else that was needed. It was a high paying job for our area and he was really excited. He wanted to tell our manager, but he felt bad because he liked the people he worked with. After we got out of the shower, I limped to the pile where my clothes lye. I was so sore from all the action that I couldn’t even walk right. We put our clothes on and went to the kitchen, where I made French Toast. Brandon had to work, so after breakfast I dropped him off at his house. Before I dropped him off however, we agreed not to tell anybody about what had happened. He was still engaged, and I did not want to get a bad reputation in this new town.

About a week after we hooked up, I had gotten a call around 11p.m. It was Travis, one of Derek’s room mates. They were having another party and wanted me to come out. However, I had made plans for the next morning to go horseback riding before work. I told Travis I would love to go, however tonight was not a good night. The next thing I know, Travis is swearing at me, telling me that it was okay for me to come to the party even though I was not with Derek anymore. I agreed with him but continued to attempt to explain that it was not Derek that was keeping me from going, but that I had plans for early the next morning. It didn’t matter. Travis was drunk and there was no point trying to explain. He hung up on me eventually and I tried to go to sleep. Tried. A few minutes later, I got a call from Brandon. He was trying to convince me to come out as well, but wanted to know why I “treated Travis like I did.” Once again, I tried to explain I hadn’t meant to offend Travis, but that night was just not a good night for me to go out. However, before I was able to explain myself to Brandon, Derek ripped the phone out of his hand. He then proceeded to call me names and told me to never talk to him or any of his friends ever again, then hung up. I started bawling. Now what??

I woke up the next morning and drove out to the barn. My friend and I saddled up and went for a good run. All of the action from the night before had me still upset, but everything changes from the back of a horse. It was growing close to 8 am, so we rode back to the barn, untacked and I left for work. I wobbled into work, still in my breeches and boots and changed in the bathroom. My whole body was trembling. Between the earth shattering sex from a few days before, the fight between myself and the guys and all the muscles I had used that morning in my ride, I could barely stand. Brandon was supposed to work that morning with me and I had thought it weird that he wasn’t there yet. I saw Garrett, another one of Derek’s room mates and asked him what had happened and where Brandon was. I was astonished when Garrett told me what had happened the night before. Brandon had stood up for me after Derek flipped out. However, this created an argument between the cousins and they got into a fight. Derek accused Brandon of trying to take away every girl he had ever been with. They wrestled to the ground, when Brandon pinned Derek. Drunk, Derek continued to spout off his mouth, so of course Brandon punched him in the head until Derek was unconscious. Immediately afterwards, Brandon told Garrett to tell our manager that he was not going in to work the next morning, and that he would not be coming in again. He left the house and walked away into the night.

Around noon that day, Derek called in an order for a pizza. I didn’t know what to do or say when he came in. However, when he strolled in about a half hour later, he acted like nothing had happened. He had bruises all over his face. He apologized for the night before but said he didn’t remember anything until that morning. I accepted his apology and went back to work.

A few days later, I was working at the video store with my friend Sam. She had noticed that I had been sore for the past week or so and asked me what was wrong. I tried to brush it off on all the horseback riding I had been doing that week, but she quickly put the truth together. Brandon came in later on in the afternoon with a cheesy grin on his face. He began telling me about that night, and apologized for blowing up on me. I assured him I didn’t think he had said anything offensive. Then Brandon showed me his right hand. It was swollen about twice the normal size and colors ranged from the caramel brown that his skin was naturally, to grey blue and green. He had shattered it on Derek’s head when he was beating the crap out of him. Because of this, Brandon was unable to climb the towers and thus ineligible for the job he was counting on. The pizza place wouldn’t take him back, so he was staying at Derek’s house while his hand healed. Sam went in the back to put away some XXX movies that a customer had brought in previously. Brandon leaned in and kissed me. I saw stars again. He asked what I was doing that night and I told him I had to work at the pizza place. Brandon gave me Garrett’s phone number since he didn’t have his own and told me to call him as soon as I got off work. I knew what was in store. I couldn’t stop smiling the whole rest of the day.