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"Until It Hurts" by Crimson Dragon (ff romance) 10, 10, 10
"Until It Hurts" by Crimson Dragon (dcrimson@yahoo.com). Have you ever awakened at 5:28 AM, feeling like shit warmed over, with a painful headache and a feeling that you don't know where you are and with a strange woman's hand cupping your breast while she sleeps next to you? Well, I haven't - not all of the above, that is. Not at 5:28 AM anyway. This story falls under the category of Things That Your Mother Was Probably Right About When She Warned You About Them But Which Sound Like A Good Idea Near Closing Time And Which Might Work Out OK If You Get Lucky As Hell. The Dewey Decimal System used to have a number reserved for books on this topic. The title is taken from advice to runners, which goes something like this: "If you wanta become good, you gotta run until it hurts." It's an adaptation of the "no pain no gain" theorem - and also a metaphor for life. The basic plot deals with a woman who has violently broken up with her fiance after he confessed that he had been boinking his secretary. She gets drunk, finds herself in the arms of another woman, and adjusts and goes on with her life. It's an excellent story. This story brought back memories for me. One of my all-time favorite songs is "Jose Cuervo" by Shelly West. That song's opening lines will tell you why this story reminded me of it: Well it's Sunday Mornin' And the sun in shinin' In my eye that is open And my head is spinnin' I was the life of the party I can't stop grinnin' I had too much Tequila last night Actually, it's not all that great a song, I guess. But that singer really turned my husband on, and that turned me on. For about a year all I had to do was pop that tape into the stereo - no it wasn't an eight-track tape - and I had him eating out of my hand: Jose Cuervo you are a friend of mine I like to drink you with a little salt and lime Did I kiss all the cowboys? Did I shoot out the lights? Did I dance on the bar? Did I start a fight? Yep, Things That Your Mother Was Probably Right About When She Warned You About Them But Which Sound Like A Good Idea Near Closing Time And Which Might Work Out OK If You Get Lucky As Hell. Now wait a minute Things don't look too familiar Who is this cowboy Who's sleepin' beside me? He's awful cute, but how'd I Get his shirt on? I had too much Tequila last night Our daughter who was conceived around that time was lucky that she wasn't a boy. We were considering naming a boy JC. My mother thought those initials stood for "Jesus Christ." She didn't drink much or speak Spanish. Nor did I, for that matter. I watched a news show the other day in which some "experts" were denouncing "the porn industry" for causing all kinds of problems in society. This song is a perfect example of how wrong they can be. I didn't frequent honky tonks, I had never awakened next to a cowboy whose shirt I was wearing, and I didn't even like Tequila. Even though I listened to that song about a thousand times within a year or so, none of this has changed - except that I speak a little more Spanish now. My husband is in for a wild time tonight. I'm going to find that tape. Ratings for "Until It Hurts" Athena (technical quality): 10 Venus (plot & character): 10 Celeste (appeal to reviewer): 10 |