Man In The House


For any of you that didn’t know Karl stayed at my place the previous two weeks during work term coverage at a woman’s prison in Kitchener. I was very disappointed to learn there are no beautiful convicts offering up blowjobs through chain link fence. Think I saw it in a movie once… One of Karl’s first impressions between male and female convicts is that the women want stuff. Surprised? Karl was offered; if you give me something (the “something” was not specific) I’ll tell you what the lesbians do in here at night. Makes one wonder what you’d discover with a whole carton of smokes. It takes some getting use to having an extra person live here. My place is small so Karl has to adjust too, with people eating on his bed or sitting on it watching tv when he’s trying to stretch out for the night. John is making the biggest adjustment, going to bed at a 10 o’clock. Karl and I have grown a lot alike when it comes to an early bedtime. "Grown" being proper and I’ll just leave off the word “old”. Actually it hasn’t been too bad having him stay here. It was nice to come home to clean dishes and steaks ready to throw on the bbq. If I could find someone to do that every night ...and love to suck dick… I’d throw Karl’s ass out in a second and get re-married tomorrow. But I know that's not how it works, to bad eh! Anyway Karl’s ass will be back on my couch for another week and a half starting Sunday night. I'm going to pick him up a carton of smokes and a tape recorder to take to work. He’ll finish his work term with a puffy chest and an inflated ego because every time he enters a convict’s residence they announce to all, “man in the house”.


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