Strictly Sexual Page #6

Why do people always ask this?

I don't...

Who cares about

somebody's brothers and sisters?

- Do you talk to your parents a lot?

- No. We got an understanding.

What kind of understanding?

I left when I was 17.

I gave them one of these.

What's that?

What does that mean?

My mom and dad weren't

very bright people.

Which would've been okay

if they were nice...

I mean, there's plenty of dumb

but sweet people in the world.

But, I don't know, they were shitty

too. They were just mean people.

- How were they mean?

- They just always said mean things.

You know, told me I was a f***ing liar

and a goddamned bullshiter.

I go to a therapist. I've been going

for three years actually and...

I've learned that you have to move on,

that you have to forgive them.

Right, yeah.

I mean, I forgive them. Like I say,

they weren't bright people.

They had me.

They didn't abort me.

I mean, they raised me, kind of

a f***ed up way to do it, but...

maybe them being so harsh

made me the way I am today...

you know, like resilient?

Gotta thank them for that, huh?

Yeah, so whatever.

That's why I gave them one of these.

'Cause what it means is...

you did your best to love me.

I did my best to love you back.

We just reached a point where

there's nothing left to say, so...

...good luck.

- I like how you explain things.

You ever thought about writing?

- Me?

- Seriously.

- Come on!

- Seriously.

Seriously. You definitely

have a way with words.

I think you should write stuff

down, you know? Not to...

not to be rich or famous

or anything, but to...

to express yourself.

I'm gonna get you a notebook

and a pen. Just try it.

Just jot stuff down.

Okay, yeah.

Good luck with the show.

We can't wait to see it.

Thank you.

See you on the front row!

Thanks.

"See you on the front row"?

How ass-kissy was that?

Honey, you don't even

need to be kissing her ass.

She's just a manufacturer.

I gotta go.

- Thanks for coming.

- Sure.

You know, I think you're

making me addicted to sex.

Thanks.

And, you know, I've never...

given a blowj*b to a guy in a car.

I'm just gonna... I just wanna...

You've gotten really good at that.

When you're through with that can

you please call the silk place back...

and tell them that you're

repped by me? They'll knock off 20/.

Where is everybody?

Joe's helping out Christi Ann

at her store.

Good. Did you get

any writing done today?

- Yeah, yeah, no, it's really cool.

- So what you writing about?

Never mind.

Just keep getting it down on paper.

Okay.

Had the printer print up like

Getting ready to send it out

to agents.

- Great.

- Tell you what...

when you're ready to take a break,

why don't you come inside?

Okay. I will.

I'm sorry! I know, I'm a bad little slut

and you're the big strong man!

That's right.

I'm not done f***ing you.

I'm gonna f*** you harder

and you're gonna like it.

Oh, no, no!

Don't punish me! Hey!

- Baby, I can't do this anymore.

- Why? What's wrong?

This... this whole routine

of me holding you down and...

your begging me to stop...

it's f***ing weird, I don't know.

It's just...

Well, you seemed to enjoy it just fine

every day for the past three weeks.

I know. Look, at first I did.

It's just lately...

It's 'cause I care about you,

and I don't wanna do that...

...to somebody I care about.

- Look, we're just playing. Come on.

I mean, we're just...

Why are we even having

this conversation?

You have a simple job, Stanny.

Are you telling me that you can't

fulfill it? Because, you know what?

There are a lot of guys in this city

that would be more than happy...

to do this without complaining.

Are you f***ing kidding me?

Is that all that I am to you?

I think you'd better

take the blindfold off now.

I'm such a f***ing idiot.

I'm an a**hole.

I mean, I was like ready to tell...

What?

I think I'm falling

in love with you.

Okay. Can you untie me, please?

I think you and Joe

need to move out.

Joe, get up. We gotta go.

Seriously. I'm not f***ing

around, man. Pack your sh*t.

Stanny, what did you do?

I didn't do anything shitty. I stopped

being shitty. Figure that one out.

Come on, we got a pretty good deal

going on here, man.

How long did you think this was

gonna last, you know, seriously?

Okay, it's been a fun month

or two, but...

we milked this for as much

as we could. The milk's gone sour.

What did you?

Joe, what the hell's going on?

- We're leaving.

- Hold on!

- Did you get in a fight with Donna?

- What the f*** you think?

I guess we're gonna go and try

and find our own place.

No, I don't want you to go.

I don't want either one of you to go.

Well, you don't always get

what you want.

- Take care.

- Wait! Wait!

Hold on one minute!

Hold on.

- Donna, what's going on?

- I guess they're leaving.

And you're just gonna sit there?

Yeah,

what am I supposed to be doing?

What happened?

It was just getting too...

...I don't know, too weird.

- Too weird?

Why is it that every time you like

a guy things get too weird?

- Who says I like the guy?

- You're full of sh*t.

And I don't have time to sit here

and listen to you lie to yourself...

because they're leaving!

What do you wanna do?

- Well, Joe doesn't have to go.

- Joe goes wherever Stanny goes!

And I'm not about to let him do that

because you got this thing about...

What? This thing about what?

I don't know,

but you've got this thing!

And...

if you look at me and tell me

that you don't like the guy...

fine, I'll say goodbye

to both of them.

Tell me what happened.

He said he thought

he was falling in love with me.

Okay. Well...

the guy who loves you

is walking out the door right now.

Is that what you want?

Let's get out of here.

This is friggin' humiliating.

She asked us to wait a minute,

so we're gonna wait.

- It's been over a minute. Let's go.

- It's an expression, Stanny.

Okay? It's like "hold on a sec".

It's more than a second.

Okay, it's a stupid f***ing

expression then.

Just...

don't ask me to say it to you

'cause I can't, Stanny. I'm sorry.

- I just can't say it to you.

- Just... just let me love you.

I was close.

It's alright.

I'm sorry. My mind's just

on the fashion show.

Don't be sorry.

Joe, how come you never

slept in my bed?

You never asked me to.

Well, will you sleep here with me?

I mean...

just for the next two nights

until the fashion show.

Well...

sure, girl.

Be happy to.

- What about the cuteness?

- What about the dumbness?

- You're dumb.

- No, you're dumb.

- What about the sweetness?

- Guys, do it in private! Jeez!

You guys, really.

Why don't you just

give each other hickies?

You have rug burns on your elbows.

You broke your nails

scratching his back!

I chipped my tooth last week...

'cause we were doing it

doggy style...

and she friggin' jerks her head

back right into my jaw. You did!

My God, Christi Ann!

Remember back in college...

when I was giving a blowj*b

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