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February Sucks Only If You Let It

An ounce of fierce effort prevents a pound of troubles!

This is yet another story that joins the February Sucks Universe. My admiration goes to George Anderson whose original story was among other stories posted that day. Since then it has become the most written plot-line in Lit history! I am one of the few remaining LW authors who has not done a February Sucks story, but not not anymore! I thought this story up while running errands.

However, I do understand that LW is the worst and most challenging category to write in. I always receive constructive criticism. Since I write for free, troll comments will be cheerfully refunded and deleted. I turned off scoring for this story since it's one of a plethora of Feb Sucks stories which makes scoring irrelevant. Now on to the story of our hapless hero Jim.

My lovely bride Linda and I looked into each other's eyes with the looks of two people still in love after 15 years of marriage. I asked her to the Homecoming Dance 19 years ago, and we've been together ever since. A cliché relationship story of the multi-sport athlete and the cheer captain turned out to be not doomed, but rather a story of eternal love and devotion. She was mine and I was hers.

That being said, it irked me to have to hang out with my wife's morally ambiguous friends. They were of the upper middle class, but their demeanor was that of the trash. Dee and her friends were the worst with their sexual innuendos and alleged swapping. The exceptions ...

... were Dee's husband Dave plus Phil and Ann.

The supper and dancing was a happy affair. I was about to tell Linda that it was time to go to our hotel when Dee shouted, "IT'S HIM. MARK LAVALLEMERDE!"

Everyone at our table stared at the superstar pro tight-end with two of his teammates and a couple of minimally attired sluts. In his white three piece, he looked like a reject from a Saturday Night Fever remake. They took their seats, except for Mark who stood scanning the room. I never cared for professional sports. Pro athletes are narcissistic overpaid jerks. I prefer high school and college sports.

"He's looking around trying to pick his girl for the night. I hope it's me!" Dee gushed. I thought it odd that Dave reacted poorly to his wife's statement.

"What do you mean by that?" Phil asked.

"Mark always picks a married woman to bed for the night. He's done it over a hundred times I heard. The feedback has been he's a hot sex sex machine with a huge dick and he knows how to use it!" Dee said excitedly.

"That's disgusting and immoral!" Ann said in disapproval.

"You wouldn't say that after spending a night with Super Mark," Dee taunted her.

I turned to Linda and whispered, "Time to go honey. Time to celebrate our 15th Anniversary alone in our honeymoon suite."

"Yessss! He's walking this way! I hope he picks me!" Dee said hopefully. Dave's reaction was one of irritation.

Just then, I saw the big guy standing between us. Mr. Superstar himself. He took my ...