Not every kind of a woman could get a way with it. But then again, Nancy was not just another woman. She was Nancy. She ignored the television dictated hegemony of socially acceptable bar behavior and ordered herself an ordinary brown bottle of Budweiser beer.
Nancy was no dummy. She had a complete sense of the potential reprocautions that her selections may have on visual representation of her entourage. Like an ugly sore, her beer bottle took away from the magnificence of her girlfriends’ Cosmo martinis and sour apple vodka drinks.
Ever since she was a little girl back in Odessa Texas, Nancy did not quit fit in with the rest of the group. She was the kind of a girl that always sat alone in that back corner of the classroom.
Nancy did not have blond hair and her breasts did not come out until it was just a bit too late. Her cousin Annie had nice supple ones as early as fourteen. Annie’s mom always dressed her up in those tiny summer dresses that made her look like a California princess. Annie’s mom was born out in LA.
Annie was great. That was what everyone in Odessa always said. As for Nancy, of her no one spoke that often. The one was blond and the other brunette. The one a woman, the other was a girl.
It was cold Friday night back when they were younger when Uncle Jim and Aunt Marilyn went out to the dance in the grand ballroom that the two girls stayed back at home.
Nancy never kissed a boy but Annie did much more. Out of the fridge, they snuck a bottle of Budweiser. Nancy was amazed at what Annie showed her. She never even thought that anyone would ever think of doing such a thing to a boy. When Annie told her that everyone already did, she felt inadequate just like she always did with everything else.
At first she placed her lips on the bottle’s tip and then slowly worked her way down.
“Make sure to breath through your nose”, Annie explain “otherwise you may just end up chocking on that thing, and that would be so embarrassing, don’t you think?”
Nancy took her time. It was more than two years later when she met Lyndon Andrews, the only boy to ever have her heart. Lyndon was an unusual boy. He played the guitar.
Nancy thought that he was much bigger than that bottle of Budweiser that Annie used to teach her about those fact of life. She breathed slowly through her nose but that did not always help.
Lyndon was a sweet boy. That was what she always thought when thinking back. She has not seen him ever since he flew out west to play football in Colorado State.
How she ended up in North Carolina, Nancy never figured. She just assumed that life had its own way of working things out.
Holding on to her bottle of Budweiser, Nancy smiled and pretended to care about what her friends were saying and what the others were talking about. The bar was crowded but hundreds of men but none of them appeared to have a good heart.
When she opened up her mailbox that very morning, there she found that Christmas card from Odessa Texas. Bob, Annie, daughter Melissa and their six year old son wished her a Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year.
Annie’s breasts seemed larger than ever. Her ass grew double in size.
It has been more than three years since Nancy flew back to Texas. There was not much left there for her these days. Nothing left besides those cold brown bottles of cold Budweiser and a smile to match.
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