Just Fabulous

Stan entered lounge and took his seat at the bar. A young brunette bartender approached.

“I had a feeling you’d be here tonight, Stan,” she said smilingly.

“Hi Tina. Could I get my usual margarita on the rocks with salt?

“Why certainly. How was your day?”

“Besides almost being hit by a bus, narrowly avoiding a read end collision, and getting into a fight with two thugs in front of my apartment building, it’s been just fabulous.”

Earlier, Stan’s workweek had seemed long and tedious. Thank goodness it was Friday.

At five o’clock, he bolted out of his office building, sprinted up the sidewalk, then halted abruptly when a bus flew by inches in front of him. He stood frozen for thirty seconds before proceeding carefully across, then ran full speed to the nearby subway station.

He galloped down the escalator and quickly tapped his fare card before barreling through the gate. A train was waiting twenty feet ahead has he approached the platform, but not for long. Stan sped like he was running a marathon. He heard the bell chime, then the automated voice saying “Doors closing.” He caught up and bolted into the last car just a split second before the doors shut. Stan slumped down in the nearest seat and breathed sigh of relief.

The train operated smoothly for five minute for coming to a sudden halt. A voice on the intercom said, “The train on the ahead is experiencing mechanical failure. We will be holding until that train clears.”

Stan screamed, “RATS!!!”

For ten minutes Stan took in his surroundings. In particular his observed the attractive women on the train. He thought, if only I was twenty years younger.

Finally the train began to move. After what seemed almost eternity Stan was at his stop. He leaped off the train, up another escalator, and out of the station and into the adjoining parking lot where his Toyota was parked. 

Stressed out, Stan sped along the road braked hard upon noticing the rear of a vehicle ahead fast approaching. His car came to a screeching halt inches behind the other car. He thought, what next? 

Stan drove into parking lot of his apartment building and parked in his usual spot. The Sun had set and it was dark.

He got out of his car and was approached by two young men appeared to be in their early twenties.

“Give me your car keys,” one said. This was Stan’s last straw.

“Not happening!” Stan replied.

The man grabbed Stan’s left wrist. Stan twisted his arm loose, broke into a fight stance, back handed the man in the nose and then used to right to give him a punch to the temple, thereby knocking him out. The other guy approached. Stand lifted his right leg, leaned sideways to this left, and gave him a swift kick to his groin. Stan then ran toward his apartment, leaving one man unconscious and the other stunned. As he entered the building, Stan pulled out his phone and called the police.

He waited outside and by the time they arrived, the man who he knocked out had regained consciousness and both had fled. He described the perpetrators to the best of his abilities but said nothing of his counterattack.

Stan went back into his apartment. After eating leftover pizza, he showered, out on a nice outfit, and walked to his local bar. Time for a drink.

Stan had been nursing his second Margarita when he noticed the woman short dark blond hair sitting two stools down.

“Haven’t I seen you in here before?” He asked her. She looked vaguely familiar.

“Gee, I’m not sure,” she said giggling.

“Stan Clark,” he said, reaching out his hand.

“Candace Jones,” she replied, accepting his handshake.

“Are you from around here?”

“I’m from Delaware. I’ve lived here about two years.”

“I live a couple of blocks away. I’ve been around here most of my life.”

“A native,” she said, smiling. “I live down the street as well.”

The two continued to converse. Stan, deciding to be a gentleman, bought her a drink.

“Would you be so kind to walk me home?” Candace asked.

“It would be an honor,” Stan replied enthusiastically. He hadn’t been expecting this.

After settling the bill, the two exited the bar and when they were a block away began holding hands. About half a mile later they reached Candace’s doorstep.

“It’s been great to make your acquaintance,” Stan said.

“Leaving so soon? Why don’t you come in?”

Stan graciously accepted the invite.

They went into her house and sat on the couch. They locked eyes and inched closer together. Soon their lips were joined and their tongues were rubbing up together.

“I guess I should go now,” Stan said after ten minutes of making out.

“Why now?” Candace asked curiously. Stan just shrugged. Candace took Stan’s had, stood up and Stan followed her lead into her bedroom.

The two stood and began making out again. With her assistance, Stan lifted her blouse off and unsnapped her bra before taking off his own shirt. Soon, they stood together naked and kissing before slowly lying down on Candace’s bed. With Candace on her back, Stan when down, slowly penetrating, and now the heat was up full blast for what seemed like forever. After wearing each other out, they drifted off to sleep.

“It was really great to meet you,” Candace said. It was seven o’clock AM and there were sitting at her dining from table drinking coffee.

“I hope we can see each other again sometime,” Stan replied.

“I don’t see why not,” she said, rubbing her fingers under his chin. By now they’d exchanged phone numbers and were already Facebook friends.

Candace escorted Stan to the front door. They gave each other a little kiss and then Stan left. He had quite a walk home, but he didn’t mind because he was on cloud nine.

Stan had had a rough work week and a wretched Friday afternoon. He had almost been killed three times, first from nearly being run over by a bus, then from almost crashing his car, and finally from confronting two hoodlums after getting home. However, he ended the day with a very hot, unexpected date.

Just Fabulous.