DIFFERENT

1 -- Some Enchanted Evening

We join the story, Dear Reader, in Prince Larry's apartment as the hour approaches 7 pm.  His princess, Melissa, has told him to be suitably attired and ready to depart by this hour.  He, however, is still primping and preening in the shower......

Ha had heard his phone ding an incoming message three times already.  He knew it was Melissa, shit !!  It didn't matter how far ahead of time he started getting ready, he was always late.  Just one of those things, he thought, get used to it.

Stepping out of the shower, grabbing a warm towel to dry himself, he caught sight of his body's reflection in the mirror.  His taut, toned six pack and flat stomach glistened with beads of water inching their way down his body, his slender fingers holding the towel to cover his modesty even though he was alone.  He wasn't ashamed of his body, far from it, he had worked hard for it, considering the one he had started out with ....

He looked at himself, almost admiringly, shifting from a full frontal view, to a sideways glance.  "Not bad, not bad for a ...."  he trailed off, hurling the insult at his reflection, caustically, bitterly remembering the bullying and name calling in his formative and teenage years.  His eyes pricked at the memory.  "NO.  No crying, not the time, not now", he scolded himself as he walked quickly into his bedroom to get ready.  

If he was honest, he wasn't looking forward to tonight, at all.  Melissa had blackmailed him with some of the best sex he had ever had to go with her tonight.  She had so badly wanted to see this new ballet, with it's shit-hot choreographer that the whole arts world was up in arms over.  The limited appearance of course was the draw.  At The Kennedy Centre, a one night only engagement, and only 500 invited guests, it had her name written all over it.  She was all into the exclusivity thing, the one-up man ship, the looking down her nose at you, so you had no choice but to admit she was better than you because of it.  Nah, this "relationship", for want of a better word, wasn't going to last long, he thought to himself.  But, God in heaven, the sex. 

Breaking him from his thoughts, there was aloud thumping at his door

"Larry !  Larry, for fuck's sake, we're gonna be late !  Hurry up, fuck !" he heard her ladylike voice yell at him eloquently from the other side of the door.  He opened his door to a visibly angry woman who stood with her unreasonably masculine hands balled into fists at her side.  He had had first hand experience of those fists.  Tightly gripped around his dick, taking him to heaven, or flying towards his face, a bloody taste of hell.   He chuckled in her face, which made things worse, but he couldn't help himself.  Struggling with his bow tie, he turned away from the door to struggle with it some more in front of the living room mirror.

"I've been ready for half and hour" he lied "it's this fucking tie !  I hate them, what purpose do they .... shit !"  Melissa stood in front of him now, helping him with the tie, twisting it into shape in about ten seconds flat.  He noticed she didn't half look bad in a figure hugging red Herve Leger dress.  She finished with a flourish, gave him a peck on the cheek, then ,

"OK?  We ready now ? Done ?  Let's get the fuck outta here, then" she huffed, grabbing her clutch, marching towards the door, not giving Larry much chance to argue.   Now in the car, 

"What we watching, anyway" Larry asked out of politeness, not even aware that they were actually attending one of New York's most anticipated and exclusive events of the season.  She had procured some of the best tickets in the house by giving her body to one of the women on the organising committee on a regular basis, once she knew of the event.  Larry was more interested in the fact that he would be collecting the other half of his bribery reward.  That was the deal, half up front, the other half when this terminally boring night was over.  Melissa was working overtime so that she could enjoy her exclusive life.  He hadn't been paying attention, but she had been babbling for a while now.