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TALL TALE

by Zebulon



This is a work of fiction. No reference to real persons

is intended. It contains strong, non-traditional sexual

imagery and language. If you don't like this kind of

thing, don't read it.



This story may be reposted anywhere as long as (1) proper

credit is given, (2) I am informed of where it is being

posted, and (3) I am allowed free access to the web site

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(MF, Bond)



* * * * * Start of Story * * * * *



‘I’ll never find someone to love,’ Rachel thought in

frustrated anger as she stabbed at the doorbell.

Moments crawled by before Javier answered. He didn’t

seem surprised to see her.



“Date end early?” he asked with a half smile as she

stormed past him into his small apartment. It was

almost comic to see them together. She was six-four

and he was a full foot shorter. From a distance he

could have passed as her son.



“Damn and double-damn,” she said with venom as she

plunked herself down at the table separating the

kitchen from the living area. “All I want is a decent

relationship. Is that too much to ask?”



It was a rhetorical question. He didn’t answer.

Instead he said, “Coffee?”



She shook her head sharply. Glorious blond hair

swished in an angry swirl. But the anger wasn’t

directed at him. Javier had become her confidant –

her best friend actually. She loved spending time

with him when their busy schedules would allow. He

was a great listener and a really deep thinker.

“Goddammit,” she exploded as he took the seat across

from her, “do you know what that fuck-wad said to me?”



Javier half-smiled again indicating with a slight

raising of his eyebrows that he didn’t. He knew she

was extremely pissed. Normally, she never used

profanity.



“He said he liked me as a friend.” Her eyes flamed

and then almost started tearing at the memory. “Last

month he said we had a future together and tonight he

likes me as a friend. Then the jerk starts asking me

about Betsy Grant.”



Another eyebrow lift.



“One of the cheerleaders. Betsy’s shorter than you

for Christ sakes.” Rachel snorted in disgust and

continued, “I finally find a tall guy who seems

interesting and he turns out to be a snake. Not only

that, but he’s a wimp-snake. You should have seen the

spineless rat’s expression while he was telling me all

this. . . .” And she was off. Talking with animation,

waiving her hands, raising her voice.



Javier listened with quiet intensity. Never

interrupting. He offered only an occasional look of

empathy or confusion.