I think I'll try something new this evening. I think instead of writing about me and my life, I'll just take this opportunity to write about someone else. I'm going to call her April. I always like that name. So, April was a very pretty woman with a great body and a sharp mind. ( sound familiar, hint, hint.)

Once upon a time April was desperately head over heels for a silly old guy who thought he was king of the world. She loved him so much she even teased him that she would iron his underwear for him just like his mommy used to do. She would do anything for the king. But, thinking he was too great to be with just one woman, he used April at his convenience and kept her at bay when he was "busy" with somebody else.

This used to hurt April alot. She was so sad at times that she couldn't even cry anymore. She would just lie down on the couch and wonder what was wrong with her and what she did wrong. Always blaming herself because the king wouldn't love her back and he would hurt over and over and over again.

Yet, it seemed everytime the king got hurt or wasn't feeling well he would call on April and she would run to the king and mend him back to health. She was certain that he would love her now, she prayed in her heart, but after a while he would tell her (if she was lucky) that he needed a break and disappear. And, just like every single time before, April would leave, with trembling hands and a broken heart and cry and be sad until the king needed her again. And so it went for years and years. April always willing to give it another shot, and the king always willing to take it. And sometimes it would last for a very long time and be wonderful.

But one day all this changed. The king met a young ugly gentleman with a lopsided eye and a very cold heart. He was scary, April knew from the beginning, and he tricked the king into thinking he needed him more than April, that he could mend the king back to health and make him better and he could be the king's friend and the king didn't need April anymore. Alas, the king did have strong feelings for April and he liked having this young beautiful sexy wonderful woman by his side, but the ugly man took control of the kings temptations and preyed on his weaknesses and convinced the king that he was better for him than April and that he could do better than her. So, one beautiful morning while April was asleep in the king's bed, he got up and told her he didn't want to love her anymore and she would be banished from their home forever.

Now, April was done. She had no more fight left in her. All the promises that the king had made to her were forgotten. All the plans they had talked about were now being made with this ugly man. Whatever the ugly man said, the king would do. April tried hard not to cry in front of the king and she left, she thought, with grace. But, alas, the pain was just too great, and the tears began to wash over her face like waterfalls and she broke down.

It took many months for April to get herself back together again. It was a long and hard journey for her to make but she was doing it. She never heard from the king, the king wouldn't give her belongings back to her. All the work and labor and beauty she so lovingly bestowed upon the king's home and garden was now to be shared with the ugly man and the wenches that the ugly man approved of. Never would he approve of April. And this bothered April more than when the king would leave her on his own accord. April saw right through the ugly man to his cold heart and his dark ulterior motives. The ugly man knew this, so that is why he had to make sure the king thought it was his idea to get rid of April. And, the king did. The king was so happy that the ugly man would do anything for him, that he never realized he could have ulterior motives. He made the king think all differently and compulsively. He feasted on the weaknesses of the king and thrived on the pain he caused April, until the ugly man decided that the time had come for him to finally have the king all to himself.

And that is when the king threw April out of the palace and onto the streets. And days turned into weeks and weeks into months and April went from sleeping in the kings bed to sleeping on the street and in people's chairs and basements.

And then she got up. She brushed herself off , cleaned herself up and stopped crying. April took very hard and determined steps to overcome her sadness and give herself a chance to enjoy life again. But it was not easy, and the pain and suffering she had to endure was something that would take a long time to forget. She had to learn to forgive herself for believing that the king would see through this ugly man's lies and deceit.
The ugly man even used his young children to help him make April feel bad and leave. But the king never said a word to the ugly man to stop hurting his loyal partner. He would just laugh and give the ugly man a nod of approval. And April saw it all and it was most humiliating for her, and she prayed that the king would stand up and be a man for her and all she did for him for so many years, but he never did. He never saw it. He let her go, for once and for all. Forever. She would never go back to the king if the ugly man was still there. He plied the king with promises of riches and wenches and fancy trips and nights at the bars. He was lost to April forever.

April wanted to kill the ugly man so much, but that, she knew, would make the king sad and she would never do that. But she did, she wanted to stab him and kick him and pull that lopsided eye right out of his hairy ugly face and throw it into the ground and stomp on it till it squished into a million little ugly peices. But, alas, she was a lady and she couldn't do such a thing. She even thought of paying someone else to do it, but she didn't have the money. She was pissed. Really , really pissed. But, that's another story.


So April cleaned herself up and got her life back and started to enjoy waking up in the morning and living life again. Without the king. Then one day, the king fell ill and he needed someone to help him feel good. Someone who he knew would take care of him and rub his tummy and play with his hair and make him better. Someone that would love him back to health. Did he call the ugly man? Hell no, that stupid guy wouldn't do that for him, and neither would any of those skanky wenches. No, he called April of course.

He told her of the horror he went through for two days sitting in the dungeon, in a 6x9 cell, eating bread and being humilated and April laughed and laughed and laughed. ( Two days, she thought, what the hell is that? I would have gladly stayed in the dungeon for two days after what I went through these last four months. Is he kidding me or what? He doesn't even know what a real prison is. Please.) And the more he told her of his ordeal, the more she laughed. It wasn't because she thought it was funny, it was because she never thought the king would get his payback. He probably wouldn't have lasted any longer than two days, anyway.

So the king wanted to take April home, so she could take care of him. So she can make him feel better and love him back to health and good spirits. But, she said no. Not, of course, before teasing the hell out of him and making him want more, but because she finally could. She had herself again, she had the light at the end of the tunnel and it wasn't the king anymore, it was her. Besides, the ugly man was still there, lurking in the shadows of the king's mind, and probably the bushes outside his bedroom window too.

And then after she got the king all hot and bothered, she spoke softly "You know, your highness, I will always be here for you, I will never go away" and you think that the king would have said something nice back to her, especially since he really wanted her back in his bed, but no, he was an idiot and he said "That's why I can't be with you April, your too smothering" What an ass! Come to think of it, April herself had to ask the king how she looked because he never even told her how beautiful and sexy and radiant she was.

April didn't cry this time. No, not a drop. Maybe the pain and the heartache and betrayal she had endured made her stronger and more self-confident and finally accepting of the fact that she was better than that and she deserved more. Alot more. And for once, for all the years she had known and loved and cared for the king and his children and his exes and his ugly, ugly friend who he would never dream of betraying, she was starting to love herself more and there were better places to go. But still, the only real fantasy she had was that the ugly man would die a really horrific death and the king would snap out of his twisted and demented way of thinking and realize that he's 19 years older than April, he's playing in the end zone of his life and he's a complete and utter jackass not to want someone so incredibly beautiful and brilliant and funny and sexy and ready to grant his every wish.

And so it was.


See you on Saturday Rog.