At a time when
much is being made of Malcolm Winters interfering in the lives of his
estranged family, it helps to go back to a time when his half brother,
Neil Winters, gave Dru Winters permission to have sex with other men.
"They are my bitches" the noted soul-shriveled beady-eyed Dru with skin
like a petrified sea cucumber might have said that February 7, 2003, day.
Her eyes rolled up into their sockets in a sexual haze just as an expected
orgasm with cue ball Dr. Wes Carter was about to burst forth and cause a
sticky mess all over the sofa, Neil walked in.
"This is my apartment!" Neil bellowed, interrupting the two practically
chained together like mangy sex-starved dogs, and kicked himself for
thinking that when he begged his former wife to move into the 2-bedroom
crash pad with their daughter he'd turn the place into his very own sex
dungeon with him as the master.
"How can you be doing this?" Neil asked Dru, noticing too that Carter was
in a state of heightened awareness. What would his daughter have thought
had she walked in and caught the two writhing snakes?
Angry that Neil had walked in right when she was on the edge of orgasm,
Dru scolded Neil for "spoiling our moment" and hissed that she and Wes had
got "carried away."
"You knew Dru and I have something special," Wes chimed in as if to say,
listen fool, next time knock so I won't have to punch myself in the crotch
to make this erection go down. The cue ball also noted that just because
Dru moved in with Neil didn't mean she'd stop having sex with other men.
And not in his wildest dream did Neil think to ask Wes, gosh, didn't you
go back to Paris? Why are you back? How can your afford those plane
tickets and that $400+ per day Genoa City Hotel room when you don't have a
job? Why can't you have sex with my woman somewhere else?
Just the freakiest barometer of the human condition, what bothered Neil
most wasn't why the sex fiends were using his sofa as a love nest, but
what that twisted position they'd got themselves into was.
"What were you trying to do?" Neil asked.
Realizing he was truly in the company of a missionary style only man, Wes
grabbed Dru and was about to split the scene when Neil ordered her to stay
where she belonged.
Like two weasels fighting over a dead mouse, their massive titanic egos
totally out of control, Wes and Neil got into a mini-shoving match the
likes of which are always broken up by the tasteless women involved.
Pushing Wes out the door, Dru's eyes flashed as Neil wondered again what
he had stumbled onto.
Dru told the disillusioned sap that what he witnessed should have come as
no surprise considering he knew the ground rules when she moved in. She
was free to have sex with other men when she wanted, where she wanted.
Like the disgusting excuse for a man he is, Neil tucked his tail between
his legs. In doing so he felt nothing that might signify manhood. It was
all good. If Dru wanted to bring home men and have sex on his sofa or in
his bed or wherever, it was okay by him. He'd put up with it for the sake
of his daughter.
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