The Boarding House - Fitz

 "Oh, I know she wants me," Fitz grinned from ear to ear as he spoke into his Android. At least he had somebody he could trust in the outside world: his friend Grady, who ran the gas station on the outskirts of his hometown. Nobody remembered Grady; he was the quiet type, but God, some times, he asked way too many questions, thought Fitz. 

"Shouldn't you be worried about...you know?" Grady said instead of wanting to be enlightened about Miss Olivia.

"You know? What the hell! Grady, have you been talking?" Fitz yelled, but remembered to keep his inside voice like Miss Olivia had asked.

"What's there to talk about?" His good buddy laughed. Now that was the Grady that Fitz knew. 

"Look, I've been lacking..I know..especially my love life," although the more he thought about it, he wondered what LOVE had to do with it. "But she's so nice to me, giving me extra helpings at dinner, telling me I'm a growing boy." Oh, it felt like a ONE HIT WONDER kind of song that he couldn't get enough of. How could he get so lucky? "If this keeps going, I'm going to be in that lair of hers, and once I get her liquored up-"

"What do you suppose she has to drink?"

"Hell if I know," Fitz cracked up at the thought. "Hell if I even care."

All that was on his mind was peeling off those layers of Miss Olivia's sexy tunics and cammies and getting to know her in her bed. After all, he needed to practice his sex skills before he forgot how.

 Fitz imagined MGMT's Electric Feel coming on when Liv entered the room and he'd know the truth to that lyric "She gonna teach me how to swim."

It was such a cool feeling. Damn, he thought something might need his attention in his pants already. Cursed, it happened every time, rising to the occasion when he thought of that woman. Yes, she was a woman and needed her.

Grady kept talking, but Fitz couldn't listen. He looked to the ceiling wondering if he'd ever get his chance with Miss Olivia.

"Grady, it's time for you to shut up now," Fitz sighed. He clicked off his Android, not even thinking. He wasn't in his room but the main livingroom. There was something else he had to take care of. He needed to get to the bathroom quickly. 

It didn't even register he was going to the Women's where not only were their bathrooms but the showers too. Only he was on a mission. He needed to take care of this matter which needed extra care. With one hand in his back pocket where his phone was concealed, he hurried to see to this other head of his that always had one thing on it's mind. 

It's name was Sid. Although, he'd never really introduced it to anyone yet. It could get vicious, but he didn't think about that. Now in the Women's restroom. All he needed was a place to be alone. Only there was the sound of a shower which was not alarming, but perhaps inviting as he found his way down the shower stalls. 

Someone was in the last shower. Of course, Sid made him laugh as if he might be a jackal waiting to pounce.

 Behind the plastic floral curtain awaited a delicate beauty with wet hair clinging to her elegant back. But wait, he wasn't really focused there.

"Nice butt," he started to say, but she turned with a crazy look and screamed.

All he could remember was that Sara wasn't as perfect as one might think. One of her breasts was bigger than the other. 

Fitz couldn't even blink. He made a run for it, before she could see his own precious pink.