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It had been around a week or two since Bernadette had broken up with Howard. He was not dealing with it well. He was sad, but not shocked. He knew he sucked. The old ways he tried to get rid of for Bernadette were all coming back to him. He started hitting on every woman he could again. Objectifying comments kept jumping out of his mouth. After it landed him no hookups, he started hiring a lot of sex workers hoping it could somehow get him over her.
Each night, some new girl he'd hired would usually meet him in a hotel, but if his mother wasn't home, he would invite the girl over to his house. This was expensive, yes, but he really thought it'd help him. But it didn't. He couldn't keep track of how much women he had hired. On Monday it was Jen, on Tuesday it was Lynn, and after that, he cannot remember.
He at first enjoyed all the sex, but now he was tired. None of it was particularly memorable. Just another girl he had hired. And each time he finished, he just thought of the angelic, blonde curls that he had played with and kissed. The cropped cardigans that he felt when he hugged her. The light blue eyes in which he could gaze into forever.
Just then, he heard two knocks on the door, and some awful yelling. He opened the door to a girl with tanned skin, clearly bleached bright, blonde hair and a hot pink leather dress. She was not impressed. Her stare was sharper than a knife. She could probably slit his throat with that stare. Her eyebrows were furrowed, and her mouth was in a pout.
"Can I help you?" Howard asked.
"Did you forget you hired me?!"
"Huh-"
"I'm Therese! The sex worker!"
"Oh. I'm sorry. Come in, Therese"
It happened again. Him, and another girl he hired on his bed. Her arching her back as well as he could, and him making sure he pulled out. His back ended up hurting at the end, and the girl marched out. Sweat dripping down his face - not from enjoyment of the act, but from regret. Regret that he threw Bernadette away. The fact that he was stupid enough to get into this situation sucked.
He'd give anything to find Bernadette. To have her permanently. To only have sex with her. He was certain she was his love. His girl. Yet, he threw her out because he would rather have sex with someone in World of Warcraft and ignore Bernadette than spend time with her. God, regret felt horrible.
Him years ago would've thought this was a loser thought, but he realized now instead of having sex with someone new everyday is not as good as being with someone he wants permanently. Of course, he was too much of a fucking coward to talk to Bernadette now and probably would have sex tomorrow.
"Well, we are done here." Therese stated, with her unimpressed and mad tone.
"Yes. Yes we are."
Howard walked her outside
After Therese left and he greeted her goodbye, he flopped onto his bed and Bernadette's voice kept echoing in his head.
"Howard.."
She called out in his mind. He needed her back. Maybe he would reject the next worker.
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The next night with another bleach blonde named Louise. He did not reject her.
He was down on his knees eating her out like a Thanksgiving dinner. She moaned and yelled as if she never could again after this. Then, he looked at her for a brief second and saw Bernadette. He blinked, then it was back to Louise.
He really needs to toughen up and get Bernadette back.