Who Had A Mind to Disagree?

Dinner

According to Mr. Manson, Skold would come over for tonight's New Year's eve dinner. He said I'd have to clean up just a little bit then cook up something special. Those weren't the words I'd like to hear, but it was communication enough. He hardly ever talked to me. Maybe I should let him hurt me more often...

Or no. I preferred to hear Brian "Baby, I love you so much. Lets get married & I promise my previous actions will never be repeated."

Maybe he could just pin me down then fuck me as hard as he wanted to like a wanton bitch. Which, as a matter of fact, I could be or already became. He hasn't had intercourse with me for more than months and I miss his attention in bed. Sometimes I'd dream of him... touching me again. His strong arms holding me in place as he caresses every inch of my body. I touch myself to those memories whilst listening to his growling voice. That's more information than you'd want to know, but it is wise to get more information. Besides, I wasn't ashamed. It's not like anyone would know. There is no CCTV camera or a chip in my hippocampus. Unless the government is that insecure about the nation they're dogging. If there was a chip then the entire board of schmucks are laughing their large heads off with the fat under their chins jiggling like jelly. Repulsive.

This was getting off topic. Like I was saying, I did miss Manson being here for me. Blah blah blah. Those were the only thoughts running through my mind these days & I was sick of it. A change wasn't all too bad.

For tonight's dinner, I cooked numerous dishes. I made mini corn dogs, Alfredo fettuccine, well-done T-bone steak, and some sort of shrimp dish with garlic that was soaked in sprite. I set the dishes down on the glass table in the dining room then changed the wooden chairs to the black bar stools we had in the attic. In the middle of the table, I placed an overpriced black marble vase that looked like a rectangle that was squeezed in the middle. I then placed plates, napkins, and utensils in their right places. I went back to the kitchen to make cream of mushroom soup. For drinks, I was thinking, Skold would drink vodka while Manson would drink his much favored absinthe. I'd have a whiskey in the kitchen and eat Manson's scraps on the bathroom floor or Later. Nah, he's not that much of an ass hole. I get to eat with him sometimes. I got ready, wearing a bright red sleeveless dress that showed off my rather feminine figure. Shiny black stilettos served me as a great accent. They weren't hard to walk in. For a male, I was graceful. I wore neater and prettier makeup than usual. I looked so much like a girl and I loved it. Tonight I looked so pretty. Yes, I did.

It was 10:10PM when the doorbell rang, announcing Skold's arrival.
"Twiggy?" Mr. Manson called from upstairs. "Go get that." I was already on my way to the door. When I opened the door, Skold stood outside with a bottle of absinthe for Manson. He looked hot in his black tux & red tie. But cocky nonetheless. Fuck you, Skold.
"Aren't you gonna let me in?" He cocked an eyebrow. Go dieeeeeeeeeeeee!!!!!
I opened the door wider then stepped aside. "Come in," I spat bitterly.

The Swede strode into into the house. He eyed the place. Our living room looked descent. We had black leather sofas, a black lamp made for high ceiling rooms which had little diamond crystals like tear drops, a glass coffee table which also doubles as a cage, and shelves. Above all, I favored the black wooden shelves and it's leather bound books. I read the collection all the time.

"Nice place you got here."
"Thanks."

Thankfully, Manson ran down the stairs before any further chatting was made. I couldn't stand Skold. He made me feel like I was just dust particles in the air. He was wearing a red button down shirt with a leather tie. He wore black jeans with his 12 inch high platform boots. God damn, my eyes felt like they were witnessing Jesus himself.
"Hey, man!" Skold greeted.
"Glad you made it."
The swede scrunched his nose, "I almost didn't get here. LA traffic is a bitch."
"At least it wasn't nagging at you. That I wouldn't be able to take."
"Guess why I'm not married."
Manson grinned at this before leading us to sit on the leather sofa. Skold to the right, Manson in the middle, and then me on the far left.

They had a while to chat whilst I sat by Manson looking and feeling bored as Hell. They were joking about and whatnot. Suddenly Manson said something about needing help with the band from him. What the Hell was he saying? Wasn't I enough? Manson said something about needing a new sound. MANSON, I COULD HELP YOU! I wanted to scream out that he didn't need Skold to be in the same recording studio, but what good would that do? It was what he wanted and I was in no position to contradict. He'd only think of me as a bothersome wife figure in a sexy red dress that he'd soon undress me from later in the night. Something to that effect.

"What time is 2015?" Skold asked.
Manson turned the TV on to the News channel where people are gathered somewhere in New York. The clock said it was 7 minutes until 12. Hm. Time flies by when you're just sitting there. I sighed. New Years kiss won't be with Manson or anyone. And then I had to spend my fucking time with Skold. The last person I'd want to see at the beginning of the year. Well, after that thought, I just didn't give too much of a shit. He would be gone soon enough.

The countdown began a few moments later but none of us gave as much thought to it. So what? It's another year to waste away without any form of love to be received. I was tired of giving all of my love to Manson with no avail.

"HAPPY NEW YEAR!!" Cried Mr. Manson. All of a sudden I was pulled into Manson's arms and then before it even registered, his lips were briefly atop mine, soft and slightly familiar, just as I remembered. Warmth crept onto my cheeks and there seemed to be a pounding in my chest. Butterflies fluttered in my tummy.
"Happy new year," I mumbled with a slight smile painting my face full of joy and pinkness.

Apparently someone with the name of Skold noticed this.
"Someone's new year is going great. Huh, Twiggy?"

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