Life's Entirety

By Michael Paterson

Stan didn't seem to care that everyone in the diner had stopped eating and was turned in their seats, watching the unfolding drama. He loudly continued his explanation, "Well, Dee, it ain't like there's anybody else been wanting you. You ain't exactly the kind of girl that guys are banging at the door to date. Don't act so all fired high and mighty. You're just lucky I took pity on you and have been taking you out. At least you weren't sitting at home, wasting away. Course," Stan, stopped talking for a moment to scratch out his ear canal before he gave her plump body a meaningful glance then continued, "With a body like yours you could Stand to stay home a few nights and do a little wasting away."

• Language: English
• Publisher: michael paterson
• Release date: Nov 3, 2018
• ISBN: 9781386673620

Michael Paterson

I write from my childhood for the love of adventure. My imagination has never changed writing is part of who I am.

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Life's Entirety

michael paterson

Published by Michael Paterson, 2018.

This is a work of fiction. Similarities to real people, places, or events are entirely coincidental.

LIFE'S ENTIRETY

First edition. November 3, 2018.

Copyright © 2018 michael paterson.

ISBN: 978-1386673620

Written by michael paterson.

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Life's Entirety

Chapter one

Roxi Mathews looked across the booth at the man seated on the opposite side. Although she had dated him for five years, at that moment Roxi thought that Stan Foster looked like a complete stranger. And in a way, Roxi had to admit that perhaps he was.

It had taken all of Roxi's courage to work up the nerve to confront Stan. Although they had dated for so long that people often thought that they had always been together, Stan had yet to ask Roxi to marry him. As a matter of fact, for the duration of their dating years, Stan had yet to ask Roxi to do anything. It had taken him over a year to work up to their first kiss, and in the subsequent four years, there hadn't been any further progress in their physical relationship.

At first, Roxi had told herself that Stan was just a little shy. But after having spent countless hours with the man, watching him fish, play pool, kick back at the lake and shoot the breeze with his buddies, Roxi just couldn't convince herself of Stan's shyness anymore.

And tonight, she had decided to take action. When Stan had asked her to meet him at the diner for supper, she had agreed, although doing so bothered her. It had been forever since Stan had stopped picking her up at her house and making an effort to appear to be dating her. Now he just assumed that she would show up when he asked her to. Tonight she had agreed, but it was because she had an agenda for the evening.

Well, Roxi repeated, Are you going to tell me where this relationship is going, Stan? Roxi watched as Stan's face flushed red in his anger and embarrassment. Now, Dee, this isn't the time or the place . . .

Stan, I'm tired of looking for the right time and place. Just lay it on the line for me. Do you have any intentions of us getting married? If she had suspected Stan's reaction, Roxi would have ducked. As it was, the sweet tea that suddenly spewed out of Stan's mouth, across the table and into her face, came as a complete shock to Roxi. Stunned as she was, it was the laughter that hurt the most though.

Stan didn't seem to be amused about having just sprayed her down with his dinner drink, he seemed to be roaring with laughter about her question. As Roxi picked up her napkin and began mopping the tea off of her face, she looked at Stan, in confusion. If the tea incident wasn't enough to draw everyone in the diner's attention to their table, the volume of Stan's next question would have done it.

Where the hell did you get the idea that I would want to marry YOU? Stan bellowed. It was at that moment that Roxi suddenly realized the man's callousness. She sat in stunned silence as he continued. Hell, Dee, I was doing you a favor, taking you out all these years. What the Sam Hill do you want to go and mess it all up by getting all serious and crap?

Roxi felt the blood rush to her face. Doing her a favor? Trying to remain calm, Roxi said, Stan, what do you mean, you were doing me a favor? Stan didn't seem to care that everyone in the diner had stopped eating and were turned in their seats, watching the unfolding drama. He loudly continued his explanation, "Well, Dee, it ain't like there's anybody else wanting you.

You ain't exactly the kind of girl that guys are rushing to the door for, to get a date. Don't act all high and mighty. You're just lucky I took pity on you and have been taking you out. At least you weren't sitting at home, wasting away. Course, Stan stopped talking for a moment to scratch out his ear canal before he gave her plump body a meaningful glance then continued, With a body like yours you could afford to stay home for a few nights, and do a little wasting away."

If Roxi could have melted into the woodwork, she would have done so at that moment. Roxi had always known that she weighed more than Stan thought she ought to. But, in the bigger picture of their relationship, she hadn't let that bother her too much. It had been more important to her to take care of Stan's needs and wants. And there had been plenty of them to focus on without leaving a lot of time to worry about her weight. When he had brought up the subject before, Roxi had just shrugged it off, figuring she would deal with it later.

But now Stan had made his opinion public. He had not only embarrassed her, she was humiliated. And he had done it on purpose to put her back in her place because she had made him uncomfortable.

Roxi had always struggled to handle situations in her life with integrity and poise. Roxi knew that this was a defining moment for her and she had to handle this in a way that she could live with. With a heavy heart, Roxi realized that there was nothing she could say to salvage her relationship with Stan at this point. It was best to leave quietly, while she still had some dignity remaining.

Standing up, Roxi calmly reached down and picked up her purse. She first turned to face Stan, then, shaking her head, pivoted on her heel and started to walk away. But suddenly, something snapped inside of Roxi. She had lived her whole life in the shadows because of her desire to never be inappropriate. But in the blink of an eye, her whole life had come down to this, a man who thought that he could belittle and insult her and still have her give him a lift home afterwards.

The fire of humiliation shot to her very core. And from her core, she felt a response. Like a lightning bolt through her body, she realized that her life as she had known it, was over. Nothing inside of her would ever be the same again. And it was time to let a few people know that, starting with Stan Foster.

Returning to Stand in front of Stan, Roxi leaned forward to look him in the eye. Using a tone that sounded genuinely sympathetic, she said in a quiet voice that grew louder as she continued, Stan, after you told me about your little problem", I have been trying to lose weight. I realize that having a penis so short that you are afraid you won't be able to penetrate me because of the extra inch of flesh that I have can be somewhat embarrassing.

But, honey, after you finally showed it to me last night, I realize that it would only be by an act of God that I could ever get skinny enough to get close enough for you to stick that tiny little nubby thing in me. I hope your next girlfriend is small enough to squeeze really close, so she can at least hump the damn thing." And with that, Roxi took her own glass of sweet tea and poured it over Stan's shocked face.

Roxi quickly walked out of the diner and over to her car. Everyone inside the eating establishment were roaring with laughter and clapping hands,  she wanted to make a rapid get away before anyone noticed her absence. Popping the boot lid on her car, Roxi hurriedly emptied it of all Stan's sporting equipment, his prized fishing rod, his custom made pool cue and his box of hand tied lures. There were also some coolers full of God only knew what and at least one dried up box of bait.

Stan had always stored his fishing gear in Roxi's car, claiming that it was safer there than in his truck. As the smell of rotting fish guts hit Roxi's nostrils, she realized yet another truth about the man. He was a compulsive liar! Roxi put the equipment on the ground behind her car and jumped into the driver's seat.

She figured that Stan would see his stuff on his way out to his own truck, which was parked nearby, and pick it up. Roxi's car was pointed out of the parking lot and Roxi wanted to get away from there as soon as possible. Taking the time to carry Stan's stuff over to his truck would take up precious moments.

But fate has a way of changing even the most well made plans, and Roxi's plans weren't that well made. Just as she started the car, Stan, burst out of the restaurant and yelled across the parking lot, Well, Gemma sure as hell thinks that what I've got is enough to satisfy any woman, and she would know a hell of a lot better than you, bitch!

Shock washed over Roxi. Stan, was sleeping with Gemma? Gemma Chambers? Her best friend? Well, duh! Of course they were sleeping together, how could she have missed the signs. They had been making eyes at each other for months. With her mind spinning with this new information, Roxi was not really paying a lot of attention to her actions. She automatically put the car into reverse to back out of her parking spot and to get away from Stan.

As soon as she heard the loud crack of wood and the crunch of plastic, she realized that she had just backed over Stan's most