Bliss In Concrete: Part I

Harold is 53 years old. He is homeless. Most nights when Harold sleeps under the bridge up in the concrete nearest to the road above, he dreams of when he was able to hold his children in his arms. It seems like just yesterday Harold was driving his kids to the park to throw a football back and forth. Simple events like this Harold used to take for granted, but now he misses them so much he would give anything to be able to relive those memories. Trouble is, he has nothing to give. Other times he dreams of his ex-wife, Jeena, and how after a year of marriage he despised her, and would do anything in his power to avoid the woman.

The ex-couple met in High School. They were sweethearts throughout Junior and Senior year, both being in the same grade, and of the same age. They were married and moved in with each other the day after graduation. In a small apartment just outside of downtown. Harold worked at a local restaurant as a dishwasher and Jeena, a receptionist for a telemarketing company. The first few months of their marriage was great. Laughing and joking every minute they were together, and even though they barely made rent each month, they were truly happy together.

One night after closing at the restaurant, Harold went to a bar to get a buzz going before he got home to Jeena. Harold has been having stress problems lately due to his job, where he works 12 hours days, everyday, to keep up with rent. He has been occupying a stool at the bar everynight after work, for the last 13 days, and doesn't seem to be letting up.

While sulking over his underpaying job, Harold looks to his left and meets eyes with a tall blonde woman. She has big, powerful brown eyes, and a leopard print mini skirt, hiked up just enough. The woman starts smiling. Harold nods, and smiles back. "Hello, I'm Kagney." "Hi Kagney, I'm Harold." "Hi Harold." A few minutes pass by with the two of them in silence. Then Kagney breaks the silence. "Now, what is a good looking man like you doing in a run down bar like this one?" "Well, Kagney, I could have asked you the same thing." "I guess you're right." Harold is now on the verge of falling over. Way passed his goal of a slight buzz for the trek home. "Are you a married man, Harold?" There are several ways to answer this question. Due to Harold's present state, he doesn't have the best mind to decipher which answer would yield the best result. So he blurts out, "Nope." "That is certainly not a bad thing. Especially tonight. How about we head back to my place and have some more drinks?" It has been several days since Harold has been intimate with Jeena. She was informed a few months back, that she is pregnant with twins, and is either planning on how to baby proof the house, or figuring out a budget to allow for extra money to be spent on baby essentials. (e.g. diapers, baby wipes...etc.). Harold needs to let out the stress that has been piling up at work and at home, and what better way to do so, than fucking a stranger. No strings attached. Harold agrees to accompany Kagney to her apartment, under the circumstances that he stays no later than midnight. It was 10pm.