Part 3... Chapter 17...Unexpected Expectations…

So here I am with Pen in hand ready to pour out the spoils of unexpected expectations that have been charging at me from all directions, but slightly out of range for me to grab and give a dam good shaking too. 
I haven’t written anything for months and I hear the paper shouting out, ’Let’s be ‘aving it then’, lol.
 
It’s been a very long and slow agonising few months. This time more on the mental and emotional than the physical. Presumptions with actions going around and around on a carousel that no one can find the generator to switch it off.
 
May of 2009 has arrived just as quick as yesturday ended and as slow as tomorrow attempts to break into my dreams before I’ve even gone to sleep to wake up with its dawn. I’ve been a paraplegic woman for 26 months now, with the last two being wheel-loose and fancy free... Single.
 
Both Him and I had put a lot of time into trying to find somewhere for Him to afford to live which would mean claiming benefits. Or He could work more in His garage as well as the cellar job in Crowleys and wouldn’t need to claim benefits. That part we didn’t talk about, the rent landlords charge these days are ludicrous for the smallest of rooms, so it was Him who decided He would look to share.

I was fine with that at the time but over those coming days He was on the computer chuckling and tapping away on the keyboard quicker than words ever came out of his mostly muted mouth... Hmmm. Never underestimate a woman, no fuk that, never underestimate me.
 
I felt a woman in His thoughts. Running through His veins. The feel of His lust was making Him all aflutter and flirty with the pulling power of pussy behind an avatar. I asked Him who He was engaging with that made Him laugh so. He answered ‘No-one’.
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Hahaaa, yes, He’s talking with a woman. Fuking idiot.
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I asked again a few days later as I placed a mug of tea next to Him on my desk, that He was sitting at using my PC as usual. After He had stopped the keyboard finger dance He grinned casually half glancing my way, and replied with ‘No-one,  just one of the boys’. 
Which meant that there was someone and not no-one. For Fuk Sake Mun....
 
Come Now Mr Liar, are you His demon? Keeping all His affairs privately locked away in His head? Body language lets Him down. His balls must be bulging by now? After all, He has been in a sexless relationship with a cripple for what seems like perpetual eternity lol.

I haven’t heard Him, self-pleasure so I can only estimate the mass volume of swim away sperm getting very eager to fuk beaver. But then again, I can’t say our sex life before the accident was that riveting on the max control of my pussy, so whoever it is He is talking to, she is welcome to His quick dip.

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With no luck on the accommodation front, I sat in the summer sun out in my shit hole of a back-yard thinking of a friend I hoped would step in and help. After all, that is what friends are for, right? When in need an all tha’. 

Plus, I had helped him out in the past mostly by listening to his woes and of course by giving him a car, for free. So he could go and see his children and get around from A to B.
The Fat Fuk disrespected me by never looking after the car or fixing it when needed until it worked no more... Some People!!!!!
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You know that stupid old saying ‘You don’t give to receive’. Well, I have never felt the necessity of the wanting and needing to receive, until now. So, putting dumb and dumber
together deserved a slap to the forehead for not thinking of this before.

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I was first introduced to this guy at my home down in Mumbles years back. When a friend and the owner of a pub that I was the manager of, brought him down with them for lunch. It was also to announce the news that he would be working with me. I was the manager and felt that there was no need or reason to hire more staff.   
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I didn’t ask any more questions or point out the obvious, I just handed him a ham sandwich took a draw on my spliff followed by a slurp of my coffee.

He is tall, big, fat and ugly. Thank god, his personality allows you to see past all that and I say all that because he is big, fat and fuking ugly. On our first night of working together I was sceptical of how he, me and the rest of my team were going to move around each other behind the bar.
By the end of a very busy night I praised him well for his work and said, ‘You move well for a fat cunt’. The shock on his face from my words was priceless, a second later we both laughed and became friends from that point.
 
So, he was the one I got in touch with to ask if he would be willing to take in a lodger for a wee while. Fat Cunt, Me and Him all met up and headed down to the Langland Brasserie to discuss further.
After food and drink the conversation took a turn and began an awkwardness of silence between friends. Mainly implemented by Him being slightly and notably silent, but in agreement as usual with every word I skillfully played out for Fatty’s ears. 

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I am sitting opposite Fatty, looking at him straight in the eye, talking a load of shite about ‘Our’, his friend’s, situation. I kept it light and to the point as to why ‘I’, ‘We’, were asking for his goodwill to shine through.
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With a few adjustments made on the actual truth and reason of why I was asking Fatty to take ‘It’ in. I done it my way to save face for both Me & Him.

Trust is a big issue with me especially when it’s about my private, personal, behind closed doors life. And just how much I divulge is purely grounded to the ears of which it is put upon. I haven’t known Fatty long enough to trust him to keep our affairs between the three of us. What I do know is that he is the only person I must ask.