Friday, August 31, 2012

Original Short - Suicide Mission

“But Grams,” I pleaded. “I’d rather have a hot poker shoved up my ass than go to that bingo hall. It smells of Ben Gay and imminent death in there.”

“Listen, sonny boy,” she chided. “I never ask you for anything. I’d go myself, but I already have tickets to go see Anthrax.”

“How about I go see Anthrax, and you go play bingo?” I suggested.

“Not a chance. I already have the perfect pair of panties to toss up on the stage.”

“Fine,” I said. “Tell me what to do.”

“I know that bitch is cheating, I just can’t figure out how,” she explained. “Nobody is that lucky.” Grams proceeded to lay out the plan. She said Stella Garcia had a thing for younger men, so I was to “make nice” and watch her and the bingo caller.

I sat in the parking lot and twisted open the Peppermint Schnapps. If I was going to humiliate myself, I’d have to be halfway schnockered. I also made sure to pack my heavy duty, double layered condoms. If anything happened, I didn’t want to catch any 19th century black death version of herpes from that old hag.

Feeling no pain, I put on my dark sunglasses and staggered through the front doors. I stood there and scanned the room. Stella was by the stage “whoring it up” with the bingo caller. I waited until she sat down, then brought over a couple of drinks. Double Jack for me and Sex on the Beach for her.

“Hi Stella,” I flirted. “Is this seat taken?”

She giggled, which came out sounding like a zombie with lung cancer. “Please,” she replied. “Thanks for the drink. But I have to warn you, when I get tipsy, my hands tend to roam.” She winked at me and my stomach lurched.

I downed my Jack and said, “Bring it on, baby.”

“Oh my,” she said. “We may have to skip bingo tonight.” She winked again and put her hand on my thigh. I don’t remember anything else after going back out to the car, finishing the Schnapps and smoking a joint, but when I woke up, I was in Stella’s bed.

“What the fuck did I do?” I said, my head pounding and a painful heat already burning in my groin.
Stella turned over and said, “Oh baby, what DIDN’T you do?”

She reached over to stroke my package, which immediately retreated out of terror. I got up, grabbed my clothes and ran. When I stumbled in the front door, Grams was making breakfast. “You must have had some night,” she said. “How did it go?”

“Well,” I hesitated. “Stella didn’t win any money last night, but I didn’t catch her in the act, either.”

“Well damn,” Grams replied. “You’re just going to have to do it all over again next Monday.”

I turned down breakfast in favor of a shower, where I spent the next hour scrubbing and crying.


  1. I have laughed so much while reading your story. I sat here and wrote a long comment.. I don't think it went through to publish here.

    I saw where I'm your first member... I felt it'd be fun for you to have a first member that really is a 'granny'.... Granny Gee!

    Don't worry, I'm happily married to Skip... so, I'm not after younger men. Oh.. I smell like White Diamonds and don't feel old, ha!

    Joseph, I hope you will visit and follow my primary blog, also. I write to remember my only child, my son... Tommy. Also, about the colors/stories of my life. Happycolors and Granny Gee... That's Me!

    I will look for you, I really hope to see you there. I'd be honored to have you for friend, too.

    Granny Gee/Gloria Faye Brown Bates :)))

    1. Thank you Granny Gee! I appreciate your comments and glad you enjoyed this short; it was fun to write! I visited your blog and clicked on become a member; haven't had a chance to read anything yet though.