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Forward: I originally wrote this in 3 different parts, so I decided to publish them together (and edit them) over here. i have several ideas for where this story is headed so if you like it, don't worry this wont be the last time we see these 2.

Thanks again for reading,

                              "T" a.k.a. the Hermit Villain

   

Sitting naked on the edge of the bed, the clock radio says its 2:43 am through its cracked plastic lens. Fragments of blue-white light from the street lamps sneak past the makeshift blackout curtain on the rooms’ only window. Days, weeks, years of memories replaying in a confused state, no logic no order just chaos...startled from thought, feeling a hand on the small of his back, he had almost forgotten she was there. She asks what's wrong and he lies to her telling her it's nothing. Turning to look at his bed mate, he catches a glimpse of her soft hourglass figure in the stray light. Laying back down beside her and pulling her close, his fingers tracing random shapes across her rounded smooth belly. She grasps his hand and gives it a reassuring squeeze...she knows he lied. "Want to go get breakfast?" she says. He knows he doesn’t deserve someone like this.

 Early dawns purple shadows, an awkward walk with a belly full of cheap pancakes, and the displeasure of having to let her go work as a morning shift bartender at a run down, low class 24 hour strip club. Back to their single room, 3 stories up in a cement canyon that was once something called a motel. The last room, all the way at the back, against the sound wall of the now silenced unused freeway. The room is still warm; he still notices her clean sweet smell from the shower they took before leaving for their random 3:30am breakfast. He really does care for her, more than he probably should... he thinks to himself “Can I be honest and let her get to know the real me?”

 Lying face down, sometime mid-day, on a stained lumpy mattress in the false midnight of ratty converted motel room apartment. She tries of enter unnoticed, but the relentless heat from the summer sun is foiling her surprise. She gently lies down on the bed and moves closer to him. He playfully feigns sleep. She smells like her workplace; stale beer, whiskey, cannabis smoke, sweat, and sex. She kisses between his shoulders and playfully bites at his neck before he acknowledges she is there, letting her think she got away with sneaking in. He moves to kiss her, to welcome her home. He can see in her eyes she doesn't want him leaving in the morning for a seven day shift, but it's what he does to keep this place, and stay honest. He has a different life now, the past needs to stay there.