SEXTROPOLIS: S1/CH7/"HEATHEN"

Season1/Chapter7
"Heathen"

It's Friday evening. The nightlife in downtown Fort Lauderdale is out of control. The venues are endless. All you have to do is pick  a spot or go to multiple spots during the evening. I had a good writing day. My work-out was long and intense. I feel good. When I got home, I called my cousin, Adrian. He was out and about but he knew I would call. I like hanging out with him because at our age, not too many of us are single. Single guys over forty have to stick together. Hoorah! He's an independent insurance broker. He loves it. Why? I don't know. He just does. The best part he says is that he makes his own hours. I guess that's pretty cool. He works for himself. So, he has no boss. Like I said, He loves it.

"Mr. Adrian Paul, How are you this fine evening." Adrian was at home now. He said, "I'm fine. What's going on? If your calling, that can only mean one thing. What's up for tonight?" I laugh and said, "You know me so well. I was thinking the usual." He said, "The Blue Martini." I said, "Yes sir, you would be right." He laughed. He said, "What time should I be at your place?" I said, "The usual, nine thirty." I could here him thinking and I said, "No need, I'm fully stocked, just come over." With laughter in his voice, he said, "I should have known."

"So what have you been up to?" I said, "I've been seeing someone." Adrian laughs and shakes his head. He said, "Uh oh! Here we go." I said, "Yeah, you can say that again." "So what's the problem?" I said, "It's not a problem. It's just that everything has been going well. The sex is great." "But!" "Yeah, but. I really like her but she's all about church. She's been trying to get me to go." Adrian said, "And you don't want to, you heathen. You like being with her but you don't want to do the church thing, dilemma, dilemma, dilemma." I head to the kitchen and make myself another drink, a screw driver. I ask Adrian if he wants one also. He said sure. I make the second and take it to Adrian. He said, "You have to make a choice. Go to church and remain with the girl. Or, tell her your not interested in church and lose the girl. What's your call?" I sip from my drink. I said, "It's not a tough decision. I'll decide tomorrow." I get up and raise my glass. I said, "Let's make tonight a night to remember."

The Blue Martini is worth the price of admission. Adrian and I make it there around 10:30 PM. The place is packed. Of course, we make our way to the bar. I see an age-appropriate woman who's having drinks with a friend. I head over to where her and the friend are. Adrian isn't far behind. I smile and start a conversation. I say, "Hello. How are you?" She smiles back and replies. We do the friend introductions and spend the rest of the evening talking. She's from out of town, visiting. Her friend lives in Fort Lauderdale. We dance like two couples who have been together awhile. We have more drinks and talk about commonalities. Closing time is approaching. We exchange numbers and promise to keep in touch. We'll see how that goes. As Adrian and I are leaving, I get a call. It's Indigo. She's hysterical and frantic. She said, "I need your help! Please come see me, hurry! It's an emergency!"

SEXTROPOLIS:S1/CH6/"ON TOP"

Season1/Chapter6
"On Top"

Everyone took a knee and bowed their heads. I just stood there at first. Indigo looked over at me and that's when I took a knee also next to her. The host of this swanky party is Jerome Bentley. He had both hands above his head and said, "He is our savior. He is our champion. He will show us the way to eternity." I thought, "Here we go. Down the rabbit hole." Indigo took my hand  and squeezed. Everyone was in silence and appeared to be praying. I was kneeling but looking around. That's when I noticed it. There wasn't any pictures, crucifixes and/or statues of Christ or his followers. I thought, "How strange. What or who are they praying too?" This went on for about 15 minutes. Then Bentley said, "Let us rejoice in his coming. He will show us the way." "Of course he will," was my only thought. The party continued as if that little segment hadn't occurred. Everyone was all smiles and jubilant. I went along and didn't push for answers from them or Indigo. We enjoyed the rest of the evening. After an hour had pass, we said our goodbyes and left.

We road in silence on the way home. Indigo likes to drive fast. She drives as if she is an hour late to an important appointment. This is quite stressful for me. I've been accused of driving like an old lady, one who is driving on Sunday morning. So, you can imagine my angst. The drive is short but she takes every corner like her name is Andretti. We get to my apartment and she parks next to my car. She gets out and heads for the entrance. I follow because what else am I suppose to do. We enter my apartment and she heads straight for my bedroom. Inside the bedroom, she begins to undress. To say that I was pleased with this turn of events would be an understatement. The words ecstatic comes to mind. I undress and get on the bed. She follows. We kiss and caress. She stops and then said, "I like a lot of foreplay." I give her the whatever you want look and said, "Okay." We proceed. Eventually, she gets on top and we enjoy each other some more. I'm not a fan of "her on top." But at this very moment, I'm not complaining. It probably has something to do with being average. OOPS! Forget I said that. Moving on, I climaxed. She might of, one can only hope. she rolled over and said, "Are you okay?" I said, "Just fine. Thank you for asking."

We are laying next to each other staring at my ceiling. She said, "About tonight, I wanted to apologize for not completely being honest with you." I look over at her and said, "Oh, you mean the church social and the praying. That caught me off guard a bit." She was still looking at the ceiling when she said, "Yeah, about that, we are true believers. I wanted you to be a part of it. I'm hoping you will want to learn more and maybe come to our church." I was silent for a while and then said, "You want me to come to your church. Service is probably a marathon." I shook my head and she looked at me. She was now laying sideways. She said, "You'll enjoy it. It's fun. Our worship is beautiful and we want to share it with you." I give her the inquisitive look. I said "I'm Catholic. I enjoy being Catholic. Being Catholic is low stress. You go to church for 55 minutes. In and out, it's like taking a college class. And if things get really bad, you go to confessional and all is forgiven. You can't beat that. Why would I ever want to leave that?" She smiles at me and I melt. She takes my hand and said "It will be enlightening. What have you got to lose?" I smile back and said "I didn't see any representations as to who you were praying too. You were praying to the Son of God, correct?" She gave an even wider smile and said, "Come to church with me and find out." My pubic hairs curled up unnaturally and I said, "Yeah, sure. Why not?"

SEXTROPOLIS:S1/CH5/"HIS COMING"

Season1/Chapter5
"His Coming"

"Oh goodness! Is that my cell? What time is it? The clock shows 6:00 AM. Who in the hell is calling me at 6 in the morning?' I roll over and sit up on my bed. I answer the cell. "Hello." The voice is sultry and vivacious at the same time. It can only be one person. "Good morning Indigo." She laughs a little and I can hear her expression. She said, "Good morning again handsome." I shake my head and say, "Kind of early isn't it?" "Early for what," she said. I don't take the bait. I say, "Just early. What are you up to?" "I'm getting ready to go to work and I wanted to talk to you before I head out." I say, "Okayyy." I can feel her smiling. She said, "I need to ask you something." "What is it?" She continues, "I'm getting together with some friends this evening and I wanted you to come." I was still drowsy and waking up. I said, "Let me check my incredibly packed social calendar." I pause for a bit and then say, "I'm free. When should I pick you up?" She laughed. She said, "Nope. I did the inviting. I'll pick you up. I'll be by your place around 7:00 PM." I laughed and said, "Okay then, it's a date."

I head to the bathroom and then I head to the home office. I do my three hours of writing and head out for my work out. It's Wednesday, so it's work out day. I get back home from the gym feeling tired and soar. I get a call from my best friend, Justin. He is his usual happy and go -lucky self. He begins by asking me what's new. I say, "Nothing, the usual." He laughs and said, "That means something is going on. What's going on?" I say, "Nothing is going on. I'm behaving, being a good boy." "Bullsh*t," he said. "I know something is going on." I break down and I say, "I met a girl." With that, he yells out on the other end of the phone, "Hallelujah!" I laugh and he laughs. He said, "I knew it. When you didn't say anything, I knew it. You must be serious about her." I'm shaking my head. I tell him, "I just met her. Things are going well. We'll see." He takes a minute to stop poking fun at me and said, "I'm happy for you. It's time you met a nice girl and settle down." I say, "Whoa! I've only known her a few weeks. Let's hold off on the wedding bells." Justin laughs some more and said, "Okay, okay. But, it would be nice if you found someone." "Why, so I can double date with you and the wife." Justin said, "Exactly, just what the doctor ordered!" We talk some more about our friends, sports and politics. We end our conversation with a promise to get together this weekend.

Indigo proves to be as timely as she is beautiful. I have on blue jeans and a beige linen shirt. I throw on some designer boots, dark brown in color to match. Indigo has on white skinny jeans with high heels for days. Her top is a loose fitting blouse the color of indigo. Well, what did you expect? It makes sense to me. Smiley face. We drive to a spot that use to be an old industrial building. It has been converted to downtown lofts. We enter and there are about twenty to twenty-five people in attendance. The loft is a Chicago style loft with lots of room to mingle. The host has hired a chef and a mixologist. The affair appears to be swanky and upscale. Indigo and I meet some of her friends. They are nice people but a bit peculiar if I do say so myself. There's something off about them. I just can't put my finger on it. All is going well. I should have known, too well. That's when it happened. The host gathered everyone in the living room and said, "Time for us to recognize his greatness. Time for us to believe in him and his coming." I then thought, "Ah hell, I'm at a church social!" Indigo looked at me and smiled. I smiled back thinking, "EXIT, STAGE LEFT!"

SEXTROPOLIS:S1/CH4/"A DAY IN THE LIFE"

Season1/Chapter4
"A day in the life"

Morning is here and I have to wake up. Be disciplined, that's what they say. Yeah, right, whatever. It's Monday morning and the routine is the same. I get up. I stretch out. I head over to the kitchen and take my vitamins and supplements. I finish that and turn on the television to CNBC. I stand there watching the news for a few minutes. It's all depressing. White house this, New president that, it's all going to hell in a hand basket. Don't let it get to you. I say keep your cool, calm and tranquil demeanor. I turn the channel to Music Choice 844, the new jazz channel. The music sooths and relaxes me. Now I'm ready to write. I head over to my home office and begin.

I write for three hours per day, five days a week. What can I say, I have a short attention span. After three hours, I'm fried. I find I can write 1500 to 2000 words in those three hours and also get some editing in. I usually come up with some good stuff. I'm working on my latest novel. It's called "Borrowed Time." It's a thriller of course and I hope it strikes a nerve. We'll see. My three hours are up. I get up and head to the bathroom. I brush my teeth and then go to the bedroom. I change into my work out clothes and head to the gym. I work out at 24 Hour Fitness. Why do I work out there? Well, I work out there because it's open 24 hours a day and 7 days a week. You never know when I might get the compulsion to go work out at three o'clock in the morning. Hey, you never know! Anyway, I'm off to torture myself. No, I meant to say to work out at the gym.

My work outs take about two hours. I love this gym, that's why I'm in here three times a week. It's kind of quiet during midday. Everyone is at work. They don't get in until after work which is usually between 5 and 6 o'clock. I'm old so I use the machine weights. In case you didn't know, that's weights connected to a machine.The dead weights cause me injury, that and they're heavy as hell. It sucks to be old. I use to do the stationary bike but I heard it causes impotence. You kill yourself working out and then you find your manly parts don't work. How's that for life sucking the big one? Now I use the elliptical machine. Yeah I do five minutes on that baby before I'm dying a slow death and asking for my mommy. Yeah, yeah, yeah, I know. I need to toughen up. Please keep your opinions to yourself. There's an elderly woman who's been on that thing for an hour. God, I hate her. I think she's just trying to show me up. My work out is over. Time to go home. Say goodbye to the elderly woman. She's still going, holy f*ck. It's been fun. I'M OUT!

Back at my shack, I head over to the fridge. I grab a bottled water. They were a gift from a friend. I make it a rule not to buy water, seeing as how it's usually free. The faucet stuff is fine with me and plus, it has fluoride in it. You know fluoride, it's good for your health and teeth. I sit down for a minute and turn on the television. It's still on the jazz channel. I get up and head to the shower. I'm done. I get dress and head to my nightstand. I grab my wallet, cell and keys. I'm headed to one of my favorite restaurant and bar. It's called the Quarterdeck  off of the Las Olas Boulevard Strip. I'm going to have a bite, a few drinks and what the hell, mingle. I'll hang out with the happy hour crowd and see what comes of it. Yep, a day in the life of yours truly, Francis Bourdeaux.