A Cockroach Pays for Lyssa’s Taxi (Part 2) – Mad Chaos: March 3, 1999

One New Word a Day

Wednesday 11:40 p.m.

Each day, I would like to think that I have learnt something new in this quest of time. There would be days of little reward, days of big reward and days of lesser reward but each will teach me a lesson of life. My poetry has the same building blocks in respect to me learning a new word each time I write.

Language is a great key to a higher end and if I were to know and understand every single word in the English language, I would truly be grateful. Above that, if I was able to act upon these words like they were all the basest of a language, that would be better. But, I am fond of learning and if one new word a day was my strive, that I shall strive until the mass of words understood is not a pond, but an ocean.

A Drizzly Lift to Campbelltown

Without further ado let me to chronology’s sake. Surprisingly, Monday morning I woke up at 10:00 a.m. My alarm was set for half an hour after that and I only had a few hours of sleep but yet, I awoke. Getting something to eat from upstairs I asked dad if he would give me a lift to Campbelltown and back, he was alright with that. The only problem was that he was having something to eat so half an hour sounded good to me.

Heading back downstairs I went back into a light sleep and when 10:30 a.m. arrived I heard my dad outside my room’s door. Hearing that he was ready to go I readied myself, completed my form and put some clothes on. Drizzly outside I was glad that I was getting a lift and soon after we left for Campbelltown.

Handing in the Form

Driving to the large car park behind the link, I jumped out in the rain and made my way up to hand in my form. The line was fairly long and the wait was also the same but it was all done in ten minutes, no skin off my back. Lucky I was that my form was handed in early for that day otherwise my payment would have ceased early.

Jumping back in the car with dad we headed back home and once there I enjoyed the warm comforts of my room. Within the next ten minutes of arriving back home I received an early call.

Lyssa Plays Sick Again

Who else could it have been but Lyssa calling and hearing that it sounded like she was on her portable phone I gathered she jigged a day of College to stay home. “You don’t understand, I was feeling sick and mum told me to stay home” she uttered and I was just ridiculing her in a loathing way.

Lyssa took off Thursday and Friday from College and on Sunday night I told Lyssa that she would probably do the same on Monday and she did. No matter how hard Lyssa tried to clarify her innocence it was unbecoming of her to stay home. The defense solely laid rest on her mum telling her she had to stay home but as this has happened countless times before I know Lyssa only tells her mum she’s feeling sick so she can get permission from somewhere to stay home.

A Favor Too Far

“I’ve got a favor to ask you” she let out in a whim and hearing this as countless as her excuses not to head out for College I knew to expect the worst. Lyssa wanted to know if I would head down to Campbelltown with her so she could go shopping for some pants she really favored but I know I’ve done too many favors for Lyssa to stoop down to this one. On top of that, I told Lyssa that I was already in Campbelltown and she started to get frustrated and in a way she started to blame me.

“I don’t want to head up to Macarthur Square with all those weirdo’s up there, come with me please” she begged but I knew quite well that Lyssa’s moaning was pointless. For a starters, I don’t like it when Lyssa always turns to me as the first and last person that can always help her out. I don’t like being Mr. Perfect who will always help Lyssa out and because she deems me that way, I always get the frustration upon me when I deny her favors.

Secondly, I know that Lyssa can head up there and take care of herself, she’s done it before (On account of me saying no), she can do it again. Resting her argument after ten minutes of irritating persuasion she asked if she could come over later in the day, to that I reluctantly agreed.

Waking to Lyssa at the Door

With only a few hours under my belt I got myself back to sleep after my phone call with Lyssa that ended around 11:30 a.m. but seeming that I was lying down I might as well have been sleeping. Waking back up at 1:30 p.m. I was alarmed by someone at my door and with her soft voice and blonde hair hazy to my immediate sight I knew it must have been Lyssa. Questioning Lyssa on how she got in she informed me that she knocked and knocked and knocked and then finally came in.

Waking myself up I invited Lyssa in and still somewhat sleepy I jumped back onto the floor where I was asleep. Lyssa had the pictures of her Saturday night party with her but although I was tired and sleepy I had a look at them with her.

Comparing Faces in the Party Photos

What I noticed immediately is how Marley (Who was the 21 year old birthday girl) had a resemblance to Lyssa with the same sort of facial features. I thought that Marley looked like a younger Lyssa and in the face she looked like cocky Lyssa when she was only young, not even fourteen. However, this Marley had a beauty about her that adorned the wealth of her age and with her white teeth, she was beautiful. What else I noticed in the pictures was how everyone had beautiful white teeth but Marley’s teeth did show more and it was attractive.

Knowing that Lyssa has beautiful white teeth the other girls stood out more with their smiles so Lyssa’s smile mustn’t have been that great. Then there was Bronte who is the one that has to wear two bras to work, the one with the great hairdo. The Italian black hair bombshell with the great bra that could be seen, I think her name was Shayma.

Flicking through the photos these four girls seemed to be the most dominant in all the pictures and through the night and the photos the girls had changed clothes up to three times. Lyssa was wearing pants in some and a skirt in others and because of that they’ve plastered blown up photos of Lyssa all over the office because she never wears a skirt to work. This was seen as a joke by the girls but I think it could increase men’s libido down there.

Lyssa Keeps Her Buttons Done

Once the pictures had been viewed we started watching television with me still lying in bed and relaxing. Inviting Lyssa to come up and sit with me I started to touch her body hoping she had the same urges as I did, she didn’t mind. After a little while I began my venture into trying to take one of her pants buttons off but Lyssa stopped me in an despotic way asking me to stop.

I know that if I had said something like “Let’s have sex” we probably would have gotten down to it but I didn’t because I didn’t want to go there. Speaking out those sexual words would automatically give Lyssa control of the situation and I’m starting to loathe that. Thus, I pursued with my hands journey as Lyssa let me place my hand within her shirt, stretch her top (As she so much complains about) and weave my hands under her top to her breast.

Again I tried to undo a button but Lyssa was defiant once again. Starting to piss me off I knew that I wanted to jump Lyssa’s bones with her ass waving around in my face and I knew that Lyssa probably wanted the same but her attitude was just pissing me off.

Chips at Bradbury Shops

Despite the unrivalled abhorrence I agreed to both Lyssa and I heading to Bradbury shops so she could buy something. What I also agreed on was that I would wear the cargo pants that I had bought with the Gas Station label on them, Lyssa once more with her own way. Arriving at the shops Lyssa bought herself some hot chips from the Chicken Express shop as well as some chicken.

Meanwhile I was sitting down all on my lonesome waiting for the food to be ready and noticing a guy and girl sitting on the other side of the small room, both their eyes were on the opposites of our sex. The guy was looking at Lyssa for all the obvious reasons but his overweight body granted him no favors. The girl he was with who was around my age was above average and had a nice figure, she was looking at me on every second occasion.

This brought me great satisfaction, not that I was getting looked at but that both Lyssa and I were getting looked at. This to me meant that he would look at me as if to say “Wow, look at who you’re with” making me proud on one end and the girl staring at me would top it off.

Grammys on the Tape

When the food was purchased we made our way back to my house and sitting in front of the television Lyssa and I started eating away. Leaving most of it to Lyssa and only nibbling on the chips I found myself slapping her on her delectable butt when she bent over for anything. With this crude foreplay happening Lyssa didn’t seem to mind even though she was playfully saying “Hey, stop it”.

While eating I turned on the tape from the recent Grammy awards and showed Lyssa an soul and R & B song with more singing stars than when you fall over and get dizzy. Loving the clip to the song both Lyssa and I felt better having watched it and Lyssa got emotional when a black male and female soul singer sung together near the ending of the song. To give a hint on the song which I don’t have a name for, there was a blonde white girl singing near the start that pissed me and Lyssa off with her love-myself singing and the guy from U2 was also there.

Once Lyssa had finished her meal and we had watched all that I taped for Lyssa including the surprise ‘Ricky Martin’ song we both headed outside because Lyssa wanted to have a smoke. Mum as usual was on the balcony having her solitude spitting contest, yep fun.

Ally McBeal and Locked Legs

Heading back to my room Lyssa and I lay back on the bed and starting to watch the taped version of ‘Ally Mcbeal’ that I taped for Lyssa we sat back and relaxed. Through the show Lyssa and I would lock legs and she would let me touch her everywhere but when it came to unbuttoning her pants Lyssa had some sort of vendetta against it. Why Lyssa didn’t want to be sexual I don’t know and what’s more, I didn’t care to ask and sound pitiful and weak.

There came a time through the movie where Lyssa started to kiss my neck through the commercial and I would place her hand on my shaft for some fun but nothing would eventuate. When Lyssa first came in the afternoon I was nude under the covers and Lyssa lay next to me as we looked at the photos. I was nude for half of the day as Lyssa lay with me yet, this show of nudity didn’t abet Lyssa to take hers off.

Watching Lyssa Smoke Again

When we finished watching ‘Ally Mcbeal’ I gathered that this would be our last chance of sexual behavior. However, the event of my eyes did never see past Lyssa’s zipper, it was a damn shame to my libido as I had to assist myself in other ways afterwards. Lyssa basically teased me for much of the day with her abiding ways to my forwardness.

Minutes after the tape stopped Lyssa submitted me once again to the perils of watching her smoke out the back. Once more did I endure this emptiness of time’s use and once back inside, more dread to my loins.

Waiting on a Taxi

When Lyssa told me she was going to call a Taxi I started fuming inside my head but I allowed it without saying a contrasting word. Hoping that she faked calling a Taxi I was content when the Taxi didn’t show up for around fifteen minutes.

However, what made the fact worse that Lyssa was heading home was that she started being despondent, thinking that I didn’t like her. Lyssa always gets this way when I’m not doing what she wishes I was doing in her mind, it’s just her nature. Being pissed off I guess she could see a hint of it but I kept a brave face all the way until her Taxi arrived twenty minutes later.

Checking the Redial

Before Lyssa had left I walked into my room while she was standing at the door to see if she really did call a Taxi. Redialing for the last call I was in more of an empty hole when I found that she did indeed call a Taxi and now I knew that I was without sexual healing. The words for Lyssa to stay and neglect the Taxi were going to escape my mouth but I forbade it and with that she was gone.

The last couple of minutes as I stood at the door with Lyssa I mucked around with her and showed her that I wasn’t angry with her in any sort of way. However, the reason she was so self-conscious about my liking her was for the reason that she knew she didn’t please me and I would be angry about the whole ordeal.

The Cockroach Pays

Once Lyssa was in her Taxi I turned from my viewing her, gritting my teeth, clenching my fists and letting out an aggravated shriek. Frustration did not end there as I kept saying in little bursts how much of a bitch Lyssa had been but this of course was the sexual frustration talking. What pissed me off most was how Lyssa held herself back after kissing my neck and touching me places. Lyssa’s whole purpose to come over my house had no real meaning and if she was so bent on seeing me then why not add the carrot to the carrot cake.

Venting my frustrations in other ways I was glad to find a cockroach in the bathroom and finding myself a towel I started to whip it and whip it until its guts were hanging out and it was pronounced dead. Placing him in the toilet and pissing on him as he wriggled around lesser of two legs I gloated at the carnage, feeling better for my slaughter.