6.12.14



--   What time is it

in her voice he could hear the rush and agitation even after he told her there was no rush
nothing to be hurried about
--   Its ten till five  Lotsa time babe

--   So were good then

--   Were good now  later  and then some
Theres nothing to rush about
The gamell be there when we get there

--   Youre sweet  but you wanna catch the start

--   Please  Theres no rush  Period
Please

--   I like the way you think
the air was slowly leaking out of her pentup balloon


--   I like the way you think too

And the wondrous container its all wrapped up in

--   You trying to get lucky

--   Lucky   Me
Baby I was lucky the moment I met you and you approved

This now is all ribbons and bows and fresh whipped cream frosting

--   What are you up to

--   Ooh  Suspicious
 
Do I make you suspicious
--   Your teams playing this evening and I know you like being there for the kickoff 
 
Something in your head that makes you think theyll play better if youre there from the
getgo


--   Im pretty transparent huh

Theyre big boys
 
Theyll play how they play even if Im not watching

--   Really
her breath caught in her throat

--   Whacha got going on inside your head


there was a hush of fabric  giggles
Whacha got going on babe


she stepped out into the hall with her blouse open
in her panties
--   If youre watching me  will they still play how theyll play

--   If Im watching you

she started down the hall to the bedroom
she grasped a candle in her hand
the air trailing her smelled fresh and clean
a note of grapefruit
that scent he bought her
and almost fainted at its price

Theyre on their own
They wont miss me any more than Ill miss them



from the bedroom  hushed
--   Somebody might think youre a pushover

--   Well
This aint what I call a pushover



she laughed


sometimes games prove not to be competitive at all




2244,  Friday,  5  12. 14     

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