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The good times are not going to last - winter is coming. The time when work will be short and hard to find. The time when a lot more time will be spent at home. I must go out and find a person that will sleep with me.

Pete sat on his couch in front of his screen playing a game that he had mastered over the summer after he'd gotten off from work and came straight home.

Girls don't like me for more than anything but a friend. Besides, where am I going to go?

Pete wasn't much for going out. Beers were his company and pot was the trick to get his imagination working. His masturbation had reached a peak, twice a day for the last three weeks as he thought about what he'd do to a woman if only they would give him a chance.

"Fuck it," he said aloud as he put down the controller. "I'm going to get myself some job where a cute woman is working. I've had enough." As he said the last line, he looked at the birdcage on the desk, a reminded to him of all the dreams he'd put in the vacant birdcage for safekeeping.

Now is as good as time as any.

He grabbed a jacket and headed out the door. Going around from place to place, he found that the only place highering was a Pizza parlor. The position that needed to be filled was a dishwashing position. He looked around when he walked in the door. There, serving food to customers, was a girl he immediately found attractive.

This is my shot. This day could not get better.

He found the person who was doing the highering and was able to convince the woman, one that he considered but rejected on the account of her age, that he would be the perfect person for the job.

Pete was hired and he started the next day.

The waitress he was attracted to took well to his flirting.

I'll be getting laid in no time.

She was depending on her mother. That might have been a mistake. But, he wanted to overlook this fact. That fact would only get in the way and he could be too picky if he let little things like this detract him from getting what he wanted. He, also, was depending on his family to support him while he figured out a way to make it in the world.

Fuck it. She will do.

He passed behind her as he stacked the dishes and remarked how excited he got when she wore nothing but a skirt. Making sure she wasn't in front of the camera, she would flash him a peek of her bare cheeks.

Pete got really excited and had to grab ice from the cooler and put it down his pants to keep his erection under wraps.

If only she would follow me into the back room and stop teasing me.

He whispered in her ear what he would like to do to her if she would follow him into the back room where there were no cameras and they could lock a door. She took his hand and led the way like she had done this a million times before.

A puppy yelped from out the window as she moaned to his hard cocked deep inside her. The puppy howled when he busted his nut inside of her. The puppy grew silent with him as she turned to face him, putting her hand on his cheek.

"I want to thank you," she said. "I never thought I was going to get laid again, not with this horrible STD that I have."

Pete's mouth dropped wide open. "What?" was all that he could think to say.

Instead of filling him in on what STD she had or what was given to him, she left the room and the pizza parlor.

Pete left work too. The hiring lady pleaded with him to stay because losing two people in one day meant that she was going to have to close down for the day and lose out on the money that she could be making. Pete didn't respond as he solemnly walked to his car.

I got what I wanted and paid a heavy price.

He went to the doctor and found out that what the woman had said was true. He now had a STD and was given pills to manage the symptoms that would be occurring frequently.

Pete returned home. He played more games. He drank more beer. He smoked more pot. All that he wanted to do for the rest of the winter was to forget the mistake he made. He wished as hard as he could that time would turn back so that he could rethink his initial wish of wanting to get laid. He forgot to be specific and ended up getting hurt in the end.

All that he wanted to do now was to forget and die. The problem was, life wasn't going to let him off for another fifty years.

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