Max and Steve were construction workers in their thirties who had both worked on a large building three years ago. Max did welding and heavy lifting, Steve was a cement worker. Steve was married and on Fridays felt he needed a break from his life and would go out alone, sometimes just driving around. If there was a baseball game at the high school he might go sit in the bleachers. At times he’d stop at a Seven-Eleven, buy a tall Schlitz, park his pickup on a deserted street and drink it slowly. One night he was driving through a part of the city he didn’t know, trying to decide what to do since he wasn’t yet ready to go home. He passed a bar that looked like a saloon and sat back from the street with parking in front. He stopped, backed up, saw the name was “Spotty’s” and pulled into the lot. There were several empty spaces, so he wasn’t surprised when he walked in that there weren’t many customers. He ordered a Schlitz, which they didn’t have, so he settled for a Bud. There was a game on the TV, but he didn’t know who was playing so it didn’t hold his attention. A guy was sitting three barstools away, and he glanced at him because he felt he was being watched. The guy was big and rough- looking with a mean looking face. Not ugly, more sort of angry. Even though Steve could hold his own in a bar brawl, he didn’t want any trouble. When he looked again the guy Avrupa yakası escort bayan said, “Didn’t you work on the Mid-City Bank construction job?” Steve frowned slightly, pointed his finger and said, “Yeah, I remember you, a welder, right?” Max said, “Yeah”, stuck out his big square hand and said, “Max.” Steve met his strong grip and replied, “Steve.” Max moved over to the stool next to Steve without asking if it was okay, but Steve was okay with that. Steve asked, “You workin’?” “Yeah, I’m on those condos over on Euclid,” Max answered. Steve whistled, “Wow. That’s a big project.” Max said, “What about you?” Steve smiled, “I’m workin’ on the new interstate extension.” Max nodded, “Workin’ for the state. Sweet! I never seen you in here before.” Steve commented that it looked like a nice place when he was driving by. Max said, “Yeah I come here all the time.” Steve chuckled, “Your wife must have you on a long chain.” Max snorted. Steve asked, “You are married, aren’t you? I remember a looker used to pick you up at the site.” Max scoffed, “I was, but not anymore. She dumped me two years ago. Had her reasons though.” Steve just said, “Yeah?” Max said, “Yeah. What they call the seven-year-itch I guess. I started screwing around with other gals. One of her girlfriends saw me, told her and she put Escort Ataköy a tale on me. Didn’t take her long, she got the dirt, took the kids and almost everything else I had and split.” Steve said, “Tough shit, man.” “You?” Max asked. Steve said, “Yeah, I’m married.” Max frowned, “You don’t sound very happy. Problems?” Steve said, “No, not really. I like being married, but…” He had never talked to anyone about this before. He had never even put his feeling into concrete thoughts. Now he wanted to hear the words, but he wasn’t comfortable talking about sex involving his wife. He couldn’t use words he used all the time. Words like ‘fuck’, ‘cock’ or ‘pussy’. And words like penis and vagina weren’t in his vocabulary. Max sat looking at Steve expectantly, and then asked, “No sex?” Steve said, “No, we do it whenever I want it, but she, well, doesn’t seem to enjoy it. It’s like she’s doing one of her wifely duties.” Max just looked down and shook his head. They went on talking about other things. The talk came easily and the hours slipped by. It was closing time and Max asked if Steve wanted to go get some coffee, but Steve said his wife was going to be pissed and he’d better get on home. Max said, “Well like I said, I’m here a lot, every Friday for sure. Maybe we can get together again sometime.” Steve only said, “Sure.” Şirinevler escort All week that chance meeting would pop into his thoughts. Friday morning he told his wife two of the workers were sick and he was going to have to work the night shift too. He’d be home for supper and take a shower and then it was back to work. When he finished showering he put on clean jeans and a T shirt, hoping his wife wouldn’t notice he wasn’t wearing his work clothes. He drove to Spotty’s, wondering why he was doing this. Max was there as he said he’d be, and seemed pleased to see him. They easily picked up where they’d left off, talking bullshit. Among other topics, Max asked Steve if he bowled, but he didn’t. Steve looked around and said, “I like playing pool. I’m surprised they don’t have a table here.” Max said, “No room. There’s a spot a couple blocks down the street though. The Hayride.” It was almost closing time when Max asked, “Ain’t you gotta get home?” Steve shook his head, “Not tonight, no. I’m on my own tonight.” Max smiled, (Steve noted he looked mean even when he smiled. You really couldn’t go on looks alone.) and said, “Why don’t I buy some beers and you come over to my place? We can hang out some more.” Steve said they’d never make it to a liquor store before it closed, but Max knew Spotty would sell him the beers out the back door. When Steve got in his pickup he thought he probably was already past the legal limit. He hoped Max didn’t live far from the bar. Max’s apartment was simple with rental-type furniture, but neat and clean. The only place to sit was the black leather sofa. There was a big, square, white, box-like coffee table and a large flat-screen TV.