A night in the life of Brendan

A night in the life of Brendan, post-college.


This is the part of the story where I must warn you that it is not appropriate for all ages, or those with any sort of a heart condition, et-cetera… If you do not want to read it, or if stuff like this bores you, you may want to skip to the bold part of the next page.
Now, let us make our way past the “do not disturb sign” to take a look at what the two lovers are up to…

“Jesus that’s big!” she exclaimed, almost shouting. It’s okay though… there’s nobody around to hear… she can be as loud as she wants.

In her excitement, all she could think to say was “top.”

“Of course…” He played around a little bit, teasing her… making her wonder what he’s going to do… when is he going to make his move?

“Condom…” he whispered.

She was practically screaming at this point from all of the exhilaration… it had been months since she had seen him, and she could hardly even think straight. Not that it really mattered at this point, because he was doing so well.

After a good two hours, and a hell of a lot of fun, she said “Oh my God… that was amazing.”
“I’ve been practicing,” he answered.

“Really? With whom?” She asked.

“Braxton.” He replied, as if she might have known.

“Your roommate freshman year?”

“Yeah. He’s really good.”

“C-o-n-d-o-m… that’s, six points… and it’s on a 4X square so twenty-four!”

“Seriously, how did you get so good at Scrabble?”

Hey! I thought they were having sex! What a letdown!

Jeeze, get your mind out of the gutter. You know Scrabble is what all lovers love doing! It’s a fact of life.

Brendan always sleeps really well after a good game of Scrabble. It’s actually recommended that a man play at least twice a week to stay healthy. Look it up, I’m sure it’s mentioned somewhere. If not, consider this a reference.