Bute split town early today. He is driving a truck he bought in Las Vegas back to Houston - "How long is it going to take you to get back to Houston?" He's made the Vegas to Texas drive many times - "In this little rice burner," he is referring to the 2001 Mitsubushi truck he bought in North town - "From door to door. I will be in Houston in twenty hours. Maybe twenty one. It depends on the weather." He loads his things in the back and says - "Well, good buddy. I will see you when I see you." We bump fists and say are final farewells. As I am watching him drive away a thought goes through my head - "I sure am going to miss that goofy son of a bitch."
"Why are you calling Jethro? We have talked about this before." I know Roxy doesn't want me bothering her, but it's hard. When you love someone you love someone - "I think you are the cat's meow beautiful. I feel like I am the luckiest guy in the world when we are together. I miss you so much and want to be with you sweet thing. When are you coming back to town wonderful?"
Roxy is a professional. I understand it. I don't necessarily like it, but I understand it - "Jethro, Jethro, Jethro," she has a habit of repeating my name when she is about to say something pleasant to me...I like it - "You are the sweetest thing on two feet. Every time I think you can't get any sweeter - You do. Oh Jethrro, I really do wish I was there to pinch those chubby cheeks of yours right now. My darling hillbilly from Kansas. You are one of a kind."
"Beautiful, you have got to come to town soon because I miss you so much and don't know how much longer I can go without seeing you. I know you probably got a lot on your schedule, But please gorgeous. I want to see you." The allure of a women like Roxy is too much for any man to resist. She knows it as well - "Jethro, I am a busy girl. I am hoping to get to Las Vegas soon. When I get there I might look you up."
We chat about the weather for a minute and then I say - "I wish you could have made it to town when Bute was here. He described you to a tee and hasn't even seen a picture of you. Do you think I could post a picture on Face Book telling everyone you are my girl?" Roxy is a pro. I get it. I just thought maybe she would let me try to make an honest women of her...not happening - "No you may not post a picture of me on Face Book. First of all, I am not your girl. You can't get that through your head for some reason. You know what kind of girl I am." Before I can respond, she says - "Look, I have got my other line going." - She then hangs the phone up without saying goodbye.
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