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    Kardell
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    A Day in the Life
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    I woke up in bed with a snoring Ronald next to me. I put my hand on my forehead, because I could not believe I ended up here once again. Maybe I was fooling myself by going out and looking for Mr. Right last night. Maybe Ronald is Mr. Fuck-it-he’ll-have-to-do. Is every man a liar and a cheat? Or was I just a magnet for losers? The hell if I knew, but I was surely getting tired of the runaround with these men I’d been stumbling on to.
    I got up and stretched as Ronald shifted in the bed, but he did not get up. Of course he didn’t; what did he have to get up for? He had no job with prospects, that was clear. I sluggishly headed to the shower. After about fifteen minutes in the shower, I was out and drying myself off. While I was in the shower I did have a conversation with myself about being optimistic and sticking it out with Ronald and his flaws.
    As I was in my walk-in closet, trying to get myself a suit to wear to work, Ronald snuck up and grabbed me from behind.
    â€œWhere do you think you are going?” he said as his muscular arms wrapped around me, threatening to break my smaller ones.
    â€œTo work,” I said, while he licked the back of my neck. He eased his hands under my V-neck undershirt and caressed my pecks. He was turning me on. He was very good at getting me hot and bothered within seconds of his touch. I had a floor-to-ceiling mirror at the end of my closet and I looked at the two gorgeous guys who stood in front of it. I wasn’t sure of how long this was going to last, but I liked what I saw in that mirror. I saw a glimmer of hope. “Ummmmm . . . Not now, baby,” I said, struggling to ease my way out of his grasp.
    â€œYou sure?” He started to take of his shirt. His body was almost flawless. His pecks were huge and his abs could wash a couple loads of clothes easily, they were that tight. He stood there in his boxers and a fresh pair of my socks.
    â€œUm. Umm. I have to get to work,” I said, trying to keep the snake in my pants from growing. It was a losing battle. As I looked into his soft eyes and a smirk on his face that made me melt, I knew if I didn’t go now I would be late, if I went at all. It had happened before.
    He eased his boxers down and his manhood, which was curved and hard, beckoned my lips like a mouse to cheese.
    â€œAre you sure?” he asked again. This time he made it jump and slap his thigh. He smiled as if he knew he had me. I shook my head and pushed past him with my suit in hand. It took everything in me not to go back and finish him off in the closet.
    â€œYep.” Somebody had to bring home the bacon. And I surely couldn’t rely on him to get the job done.
    I stood at my dresser as I fixed my tie and made sure my hair was in place. Ronald sat on the corner of the bed and watched me as I finished my ritual. I watched him from the large mirror that was on the same dresser as he made his pecks dance. He knew I was watching him and he also knew that I loved his chest. He was really trying to entice me.
    â€œSo what are you going to do today?” I asked as I walked away from my dresser, out of my room, and down the steps toward my kitchen while he was in pursuit. He came in the kitchen right after me and sat down at the table.
    â€œI’ma go holler at a couple of my boys and then I’m going to check out a couple of spots to see if I can get me some work.” He was drawing circles in the table as he talked, which made me think he was just talking to be talking. I wondered if he was one of those pretty boy airheads. Was I just keeping him here as a placeholder for the man of my dreams or maybe so my bed wouldn’t be cold at night? He was getting on my nerves.
    â€œAll right, whatever,” I said nonchalantly. I made a cup of coffee, made my way toward my office, and got my laptop and some papers for work. I was trying my best to get out of the house before he