January 16, 2003

• How I Spent my First Saturn Return
  (Part One: Sex)

  
  

  This comment is from Angie:

  
  

  “Charlie must of really chilled out a lot to be willing to stay with you when Hulk came. Did they get along well?”

  
  

  I think that by the time Hulk got here, Charley had realized he’d never be able to keep up with my libido, so he was receptive to my suggestions that we try a group marriage.  We hoped to find a few others to join us.  Charley was especially hoping to find a curvy little blonde to join us.  It was an idealistic New Agey idea that was being practiced by some of our generation, and had been discussed by virtually everyone in the Hip subculture.  Hulk and I had talked about it a lot during those Saturday morning visits when he was in the big Big House and I was next door in the little one.  We were three kinky people, and I was bonded to both of the men.  If I had chosen one or the other, there would have been an amicable but uncomfortable (and inconvenient, considering our economic interdependence) parting of the ways.  I chose both.

  
  

  Early in the morning after our first night as a threesome, Charley lay asleep on the side of the bed by the window, and Hulk was on the other side of me.  He was awake already, on his back staring at the ceiling, when I awoke.  I snuggled up to his side, put my head on his shoulder, and we started catching up on each other’s lives since we’d last been together.  He talked a little about how he had been living since he got out, and then he asked me what happened to Stony.  I talked about the abuse, and the stillborn son, the final blow and my abortion to cut the last tie I had to Stony.  I said I guessed he was still around town, I hadn’t seen him for a while.  I told him that Steve and Skip had talked to Stony, told him that if he messed with me, he’d have to mess with them.  Not that I’d asked them to do it, but they were macho guys and took it on themselves.

  
  

  About at that point, I could tell that Hulk was getting steamed and was contemplating taking some avenging action onto himself.  Then, Charley stirred, turned over, and joined the conversation about Stony.  So, instead of just lying there and enjoying the tired and sore sensations from the night’s activities, or stirring up a little more action, I ended up arguing with the guys.  I finally told them they’d be welcome to stand between me and Stony if he ever tried to attack me, but otherwise I hoped they would just leave him alone.  He was history.

  
  

  Below is the only picture I have of the three of us together.  We took a lot of shots of each other, but always with one of us behind the camera.  Those shots are almost the only pornographic pictures ever taken of me, and the only ones in my possession.  One weekend we went to a flea market and had three pictures taken and turned into “button” badges.  I wasn’t sure how the scanner would do on this, since the surface is convex, but I’m happy at how it came out.  When we got the three buttons, I took the best one.  I now have it, and Charley’s, in my button collection; I wonder if Hulk still has his.  I suppose I could call him and ask. 

  
  

  We didn’t have much time or energy, but when we did, we had fun.  Cheap thrills at home, or burgers at the White Spot, and the rest of it was work.  I had found Charley a series of jobs and he had offended and alienated each employer in turn.  He’s about as unemployable as I am.  Hulk got here just in time to go to work, along with Charley and a bunch of my other New Start clients, at Reconstruction, Inc., the contracting business that had been organized by New Start Center and the Palmer C.C. Jaycees.  It was being run by a pair of brothers with contracting experience and drunk driving records.  One of them was missing several fingers from accidents on the job.

  
  

  My two guys competed for my attention all the time.  I’d tell them to knock it off, and they would try, a little, for a while, maybe.  It was irritating, but not intolerable to any of us.  We worked out some accomodations to make things go more smoothly.  Charley is deaf in one ear from an accident with a can of black powder and a cigarette, so he wanted always to walk with his good ear toward me, and that was the side of me that Hulk was accustomed to walking on, but we worked it out.  In the traditional nature of addiction, the more we got the more we wanted, and each of the guys generously cut the bottom out of one of his pockets, on the side nearer me, so I could reach in for a surreptitious public nut fondle occasionally.

  
  

  It has never seemed to ruffle Charley’s feathers when he and I get into a screaming argument, but he couldn’t stand to listen to Hulk and me yell at each other.  One night, he rammed his fist through a wall and broke some bones, while suppressing (!?!—let’s make that diverting, sublimating…) the urge to punch Hulk.  Considering the challenges involved, and the various individuals involved, the guys behaved with admirable self-restraint.  As for me, I just let it all hang out.

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