That carefree woman is going to be the death of me. That’s a fucking fact. She’s got my mind all twisted and my cock rising to no end. Normally, I can be crude to women. But even though she can get all full-blooded and lively, she’s got an air of innocence to her.

I have to admit, it turns me on. The problem is that it brings out the worst in me. Just when I’m supposed to be hiding, I’m out looking for that curvy body of hers. I’m prowling the area, just to get one glimpse of her again. She’s got those perfect lips and beautiful voice, the smile of a fucking angel, and the body of a goddess.

I just want to experience all of her. I want to feel her warmth and wetness. I want to feel her tits smash into my face. My god, I just want to dive into her. It’s fucked up. This feeling of need and lust, is not exactly something I want to be ruled by. I just want to go about my day, but I’m forced to dream about her constantly.

I’m so fucking revved up, I could fuck all day.

There’s a knock on my door. The knock turns to pounding. The pounding turns to kicking. I grab a bat from my closet and I hold it in front of me, ready to knock the person on the other side’s head right off.

“I’ve got a gun pointed right at your chest,” I lie. “State your name.”

“If I tell you, you’ll just pull the trigger,” he says.

“Gabe?” I set the bat down and open the door. “Fuck me.”

“I had a feeling that would be your response,” he says. “Heard you were in town. What’re you doing back here?”

“Just came back to check on some things,” I lie again. Gabe doesn’t need to know jack shit about my life. I swore I’d never talk to the bastard again, years ago.

“Can I come in?” he asks.

“No one’s stoppin’ you,” I mutter gruffly, and walk inside the kitchen. I grab that same bottle of whiskey and I pour myself a glass with three ice cubes. I sit down and eye him carefully.

“Mary tell you I was back?” I ask him, patiently.

“Of course she did,” he laughs a little and rubs his chin. “You know how that woman is. She’s always living in the past. Just wants to bring the family back together.”

“That’ll never happen,” I tell him. “Anyone know where Jim is these days?”

“Dad? Shit, man. He’s probably in some Casino in New Mexico or something. That, or he’s dead,” he says. “I could care less about that asshole.”

“Well, there’s something we can agree on,” I say, holding the glass up.

“You got something for me?” he asks. I groan and pour him a glass, leaving the ice out. He doesn’t seem to mind.

“You came here for the money I gave you, didn’t you?” he asks after some minutes pass.

“Fuck no,” I say, feeling ashamed. Fuck yeah, I took the money. Of course, I did. I’m in dire straits right now. I’ve got nothing going for me. I’m being hunted.

“Bullshit,” he says. “I saw that beat up, old truck down at the repair shop on Brookshire. Anyway, it doesn’t matter. That money is for you. It’s been a while. I didn’t think you’d ever grab it.”

“Someone will, someday,” I say, looking away.

“Sure. Whatever,” he says. “Look man, I’m sorr—” Whatever it is he has to say, I don’t want to hear it. I’m not in a place to forgive. Forgiveness is God’s duty, not mine. I’m just someone who’s trying to make a life for himself. I’m just trying to get by.

“Save it,” I tell him. “I don’t care.”

“Alright, brother,” he says. He walks into the hallway and looks at all the pictures, still hanging on the wall. “Why did Dad keep all these up?” he laughs. “Man, we look goofy.”

“Jim probably just got lazy. I don’t think he gave it a thought in the world,” I tell him.

I watch as he downs his whiskey and nods. “Yeah, I suppose you’re right,” he says. “Well, I guess I should be going.”

“Yeah, I guess you should,” I say.

He laughs angrily and walks to the door. “You know, I’m getting pretty sick of this petty shit,” he says. “You can do whatever you want, man. You can run off to Buffalo. You can scorn my name. You can fight me again and again, but it’s not going to change anything. I’ll still be your brother. I’ll still be here.”

“Great,” I say. I just want him to get out of my face, before I punch it in. He knows what he did. He knows how much he wrecked my life.

“Someday you’ll have to forgive me,” he says, swinging the door open. “Because if you don’t, you’ll be alone forever.”

He slams the door shut and I’m left in the darkness of my house, holding my nearly-finished glass of whiskey. “Fuck it all,” I whisper.

There’s nothing left for me in this world. That’s the sentiment I had coming into this town. That’s the same sentiment I feel today. Nothing, except for Emma’s smile and round, luscious ass. Those two things, I swear, are the only things keeping me going these days.