he came down El Camino Real
a
couple of klicks quicker than the posted
25MPH
and slipped into the righthand
lane to make a right at the light which would then let him
to an anticipated
left onto the 101
he slipped in behind a woman driving a
towncar
which as evenings approached and
sunlight faded could be easily be mistaken
as a
police patrol car
work in concert and easily take him around the corner in her vast wake
she took the right
he curled in behind her
she stomped her brakes
at
nothing
and sat dead
in
the middle of the street
then her right taillight
turnsignal came on
hed almost kissed her ass (enthralled
as he was with the beauty of his physics and
momentum)
-- Wha the hell
-- Wheres my patient guy his girlfriend asked
-- Theres nobody in front of her
he could see a lifted three-quarter-ton red pickup truck sitting at the right at the
mouth of a stonestrewn alleyway between two high curbs
the three-quarter-ton gobbled up all the drive into the alleyway
its
left directional spasmed but the lane leading up the road they turned onto was
filled
with traffic waiting a redlight
however
there was an empty driveway to
the left of the truck to the towncars
right that she
could use
it
once provided access to The Muffler Shop that had been out of business almost longer
than it had operated
-- Aw comon Honey
Use the drive You can make the
alley from there
evidently things took considerably
longer to matriculate through her brain
through the considerable rear
windshield he took in the back of her head
-- I think Honeys dyed her hair
once too often
-- Now youre being rude
She
obviously wants to take the driveway the trucks in
-- And Honey has made out theres no room so she ought to take the muffler shops
driveway It aint trespassing
-- And she has to be a Honey to you
-- Wha the hell
Honeys polite for me I nearly
rearended her and now shes stalling
traffic behind us Its around the corner and the lights green
Besides
I didnt call her cunt
I didnt call her cunt
he felt her head turn and her
eyes burn holes into the side of his head
some words simply dont play well with women (and yet he was still
wondering what
the words were that would upset him)
I do like Honeycunt though
her voice bordered on incredulity
-- Did you say Honeycunt
Honeycunt
-- I did
And I got to admit it I really like it
Honeycunt
Sounds delicious
Like
a ripe melon
-- Stop!
I kinda like it too
they laughed out loud and then smiled
at one another
almost eagerly (and if pushed for an admission hed allow he moved in his jeans)
and then Honey or Honeycunt took the initiative and the right up the
driveway onto the
vacated muffler shop property and ran up the alley behind the three-quarter-ton
2304, Friday,
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