Misery Loves Company

I first saw her reflection
In the shop window of that absurd little doll store
The one on 5th and Main?

Tragically gorgeous in that B Movie kind of way
I couldn’t take my eyes from her
Her curves and edges
The porcelain perfection of her complexion
And those lips. Full and pouty
Red in that almost garish porn star way
On her it was fresh cherries of the tree
I was willing to bet they tasted as good

And there I stood
Stunned into silence with my cock at full mast
Holding a half-naked children’s toy in my hand
It felt like I was smiling but likely I was leering
And be goddamned if she didn’t return my lustful stare
And flick her tongue out like some living thing
And taste the right of the lollipop she’d been playing with
Before pushing it slowly between her wet looking lips
Never dropped her eyes

I thought I had died, just then
When she smiled at me
And called me forward with one black tipped finger
And I came. And went to her
Cheeks burning
The front of my jeans beginning to show a dark spot
I wanted to run but she put her hand THERE
Put her mouth on mine and I was sure I was in hell

When the shopkeeper cleared his throat
And she stopped licking my teeth
To look at him, hand squeezing my tortured dick
Nodded and released me,
Saying come see me if you want company.
The man snickered and finally guffawed
Before staring me soberly in the eyes
Take an old man’s advice, he said
Lighting his match with a worn fingernail
And holding it to his home rolled cigarette
She loves company. Don’t be her next conquest.

I handed him the doll I’d ceased fondling
Thanking him for his sage advice and his time
Turning, I saw the most amazing thing
Full sized dolls, dressed in 50’s clothing
So realistic I laughed in spite of myself
And the Shopkeep said
Remember what I said.

I didn’t listen, of course
And followed her home in my old green pickup
Watch her struggle with her playthings
Cursing and spitting vile and deviant admonishment
It shocked me, and intrigued me
So I jumped out of my truck
And ran to her rescue and she smiled
Kissing me full on my mouth and
pressing her firm breasts to my chest
All the while hearing the shopkeeper’s raspy words

I wondered about how much company she kept
I wondered what her name was
I wondered how HE knew
As I stepped through her front door

That was forever ago
Before I found that I loved her
My captor, my demon, my wife
And my questions were answered
In more detail than I care to remember
Mustn’t frown! She wants smiling happy people
My father in law you have met, briefly
You really don’t want to make his acquaintance
Or hers, because it’s like Pops, the Shopkeeper says, my wife,
Misery,
Loves company.
Melanie McCurdie
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