The Bedtime Tales of Be287m

Sam Again

"Would you? Could you?" Her eyes lacked the emotional depth of her pleas to be anything other than bad acting. Bill frowned, exasperated.

"I could, but I won't."

"Aw, come on Bill. It's Julianna's birthday. It'll be fun."

"No, it won't. Most of the time us guys will just be standing around, waiting for our turn. And there are going to be how many guys? 10? And Julianna is turning, what, 40? That means she'll want each of us to fuck her four times. No way. No fucking way. I'm not that good and that's no longer fun-it's work. A shitload of work."

"But Bill, I want to watch!"

Kathy quieted as the waitress approached with his food. While it was damn good here, he might need to find a new breakfast spot. Too many of the swingers came here, which is how Kathy had spotted him. Kathy looked at his plate and made a face.

"What is that stuff?"

"Spinach scramble. Spinach. Eggs. Tofu. Cheese. Some onion and other vegetables. I get it with a side of ham to confuse the vegetarians." He grinned but Kathy didn't share it. The waitress had now receded out of earshot.

"If you want to watch, go watch. They'll let a single woman in.I'm tired of it. Tired of the whole fucking scene." The pun was unintentional.

"Maybe I will. Maybe I'll see if Tom or George want to take me. You're not the only guy around!"

"Nope."

Bill dug into his food. When it became clear he wasn't going to say anything else, Kathy excused herself and left.

He savored the silence before the seat across from him was filled again. It was the cute blonde he'd left that damn hokey pokey orgy to go have coffee with. They'd never exchanged names. She was smiling.

"Hi!" she nodded in Kathy's direction. "She didn't look too happy."

"She's not. I refused to go to Julianna's gang bang." The blonde grinned.

"You really are tired of swinging." He nodded and she continued. "I decided I was too. I broke up with my boyfriend when he started yelling at me because I didn't want to go to another party."

"Maybe we should introduce him to Kathy." The blonde laughed at his conspiratorial expression.

"So what are you eating?"

"Spinach scramble. Spinach. Eggs. Tofu. Cheese. Vegetables. A side of ham for the serious protein.

"Really?" Her eyes twinkled and she reached into her purse.

"I can make those better than they do here." She handed him a business card. "I have to run, but call me." She grasped his hand and squeezed it before sliding out of the booth. He watched her walk away, admiring the view, before turning back to the business card. He burst out laughing.

Her name was Samantha. Sam. Who better to make green eggs and ham?

He looked forward to trying them.

--Fin--

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