My Erotic Valentine: Adventures of Maxwell Hunter
By
A. Scott Boddie
Copyright A. Scott Boddie 2012
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My Erotic Valentine
Adventures of Maxwell Hunter
Maxwell Hunter, notably, the toast of the West Village, started his Tuesday morning, Valentine's Day, at Balducci's on 14th street. The grocery store was full of happy shoppers as they greeted one another with Happy Valentine's Day; they smiled, and acted unlike they would on a typical New York City day.
He was in an odd mood, not happy but not awful. As he passed the cookie aisle, he saw a hottie. He whipped around his cart, headed down that aisle, and when he was ready to pounce, he heard a voice from his past.
"Maxwell 'Smart-Ass' Hunter."
"Charlotte 'Break it down' Hemingway, I thought I smelled the stench of a rotted liver."
"And look, a fudge-packer in the cookie isle, how queer.”
“Hey girl!” Maxwell screamed running into Charlotte’s arms.
“Hey, honey, I haven’t seen you since Pete’s party.”
“How the hell are Pete and his cohorts, Delicious, and Minnie?”
“Crazy as ever.”
"I have to call them soon."
"Well, what's been going on with you, honey, are you married yet?"
"Char, you know it is gonna take an amazing man to tie me up—I mean down."
"Today is Valentine's Day sugar; don't you have a hot date planned?"
"Oh, no, I don't do Valentine's Day."
"Why, Maxwell? Valentine's Day is just about love."
"No, Valentine's Day is about shame, and I don't want anything to do with it."
"Excuse me sir," said a man handing Maxwell an advertisement for a Valentine party.
"Thanks," he said.
"Let me see that," Charlotte said as she yanked the flyer out of Maxwell's hand. She read the entire card front and back. "See, this is a sign from the gay Gods, you'll go to this party and meet the man of your dreams."
"No, thanks, and for your information, this is not a cute Valentine party, it is a sex party, and I'm staying at home."
"You have a poor attitude," Char laughed.
"Where is your man, Miss Lady?"