As the door closed behind him, Gary felt the school’s biggest bully had just beaten him to a pulp. He felt defeated and wondered if he should ever go back to Lane’s for sex. When he was standing at his kitchen counter he opened the small bag and peeked inside. He saw a new bar of soap, a new canister of deodorant, a new tube of toothpaste, a new toothbrush, new bottles of shampoo and cologne he never knew existed, and two sticks of butter matching the brand he gave Lane.
“Okay, you big titty sexy bitch … I get it,” said Gary as he plucked each item one at a time out of the bag and lined them up on the counter, “but what do I do with the stiff dick in my pants until then?” then he had a thought; ‘how do I explain to Suzy I suddenly started using this shit?’
After Gary found a place to store each item he sat down at the table and looked at the stack of bills. He could never figure out how there was never enough money to pay for everything, but he wrote a check for each, stuffed the envelopes, placed a stamp on each and defiantly wrote the return address over any envelope having a preprinted return address in the top left corner. When he was finished Gary pondered what to do next, then suddenly it dawned on him.
Gary took an extended shower and was amazed how his skin felt after using the strange soap. Then he shampooed his hair following the directions on the small bottle the best he could. After he dried off, he brushed his teeth, twice, combed his hair, looked at the deodorant, used it then splashed his unshaven face with the cologne thinking it was aftershave. Suddenly he felt his face stinging and said, “Fuck, that’s strong aftershave.”
Next he opened the closet and looked at his meager collection of cloths and decided he needed new clothes to look sexy, but he had no money left to buy any. He decided the best clothes he had were the black trousers and white shirt uniform he had to wear to work. He made a decision to wear them to his next sex class.
Gary made burgers and fries for dinner that night but as soon as Suzy entered the house she seemed nervous. Not thinking the woman smelled something different about him, he had clean hair and his torn fingernails were clean for a change. Gary couldn’t take the pressure of Suzy’s glaring and as they sat opposite each other enjoying the burgers he blurted out, “What?”
Suzy placed her half eaten burger on her plate and her hands in her lap, then asked as she sat back in her chair, “What’s going on Gary?”
Gary was unprepared to answer the question and was caught leaning forward chewing a French fry with his forearms on the edge of the table. He glanced up at his bride and after swallowing he offered, “Nothing, I took a shower and cleaned up a bit, that’s all.”
Suzy grinned a little but Gary didn’t think much of it. After eating, the couple cleaned up the kitchen together, which Gary thought odd then they sat on the sofa and Gary never heard a word as Suzy ranted for an hour about her workday while the television flickered nonstop nothing at them. That night they went to bed and Gary noticed something interesting. Suzy removed her pajama pants before entering the bed. Gary felt his penis rise but for some reason he was thinking about Lane’s tits and not Suzy’s luscious young buttocks inside her white cotton panties.