he broke off their kiss
took a long languid moment to looked down
onto her cleavage take her in
he pushed her breasts together
with his wrists
they
swelled under his pressure
he tore her blouse open as she
exposed him . . . . . . . .
she was strong
she
was capable
she
was flexible
she was versed
she was imaginative
she was upside down on top under
on her knees behind him she yelled he groaned he yelled
she groaned he
ejaculated she ejaculated The fuck I
never did You did tonight she buried his mouth under her muffShaddup an use your tongue
they fumbled and fucked their way
through the house to the bedroom
collapsed on the bed
then he was taking her from behind fearfully arching her back
a
handful of hair a handful of hip
she slammed backwards to meet his
thrusts
theycollapsedonthebed
the moonlight laced and straitjacketed their bodies through the
Venetian blinds
Whats
that whats that from the penumbra the shadows of his listing
consciousness
Whats That
she roused him
his arm was across the backs of her legs
a hand at the warmth between her thighs
his cheek against the cheek
of her round ass
What is
that
Whats what
That
a
thin scratching deliberation
pausing
scratching
That
Yes that
Thats indie
Indie
My cat
You have
a cat
I do
I didnt
see him
Hes a cat
Whats he
doing
Scratching
Scratching
what
Ahh sounds like the bottom of his catbox
You
should stop him
Stop him
Stop a cat
You stop a dog you dont stop a
cat
Thats why I dont have a dog
Is
something wrong with dogs
You have dogs
I do
Then you know what Im saying is
accurate
You
ought to stop him It sounds ghastly
Ghastly
Thats not ghastly
Its
ghastly
Then stop listening to it hes
scratching hell stop when hes done
You ought
to stop him
Again hes not a dog
Its
ghastly
Ghastly
Whats ghastly is having a dog his
cold wet nose at my bits or yours when were in bed
And I cant tell ya the last time
I heard the word ghastly once let alone what feels like a half dozen times
Then stops
when
When hes good and ready to stop
Why is
he scratching at his box
You wouldnt believe me if I told
you
It
sounds uncomfortable
Youre listening
Why is
he scratching
Truth of it He hears the chinaman
The what
The chinaman Chinaman
The
little yellow man
You said
chinaman
Youve
got to be kidding me there was something in her voice
What
the Chinese man
--
The difference please
The
little yellow man what the hell
The hell what
Chinaman
Am I racist
Chinaman Little yellow man
Indie hears him rooting around on
his side of the world Drives him
nuts
And
the chinaman hears indie scratching from under him and drives him nuts
Im for indie I say get the little bugger
Digs him up
Brings
him to this side
An Illegal
perhaps but I got things he can do
Hell he can grow rice in the
backyard He can make wūdōng noodles I can hide him in my shoe when Immigration
shows on the complaints of my neighbors Some of them dont like a single guy living in
their midst or misery whichever it is I might
suppose you missed their mushroom heads popping up etched in their windows last
night Thats my Neighborhood Watch My neighborhoods little voyeurs Then I irritate them because now they have to wash their nose smudges
from the insides of their windowpanes
Its a pain yes them wanting to know my business and me completely and
utterly uninterested in theirs Therell
be Immigration Therell be more wideeyed Neighborhood Watch Homeland Security Color Codes Wrong Im sorry I misspoke its the National Terrorism Advisory System N T A S Heard of it
Began April wha 2011 I might be coding a Severe Red with my neighbors and them thinking they can wave it like a
cape before a bull
They got it right Im a bull but Im not a stupid bull
And Ping Id call him Ping unless
hed prefer something else
He can do our laundry Well have fresh clean wash Properly ironed shirts He gets freshly creased pajamas
And maybe what the hell complete the fantasy he throws down and wears pigtails for me
Comon You cant tell me there isnt an upside if
indie unearths the chinaman
I mean right now
Then
No
more scratching
--
Listen
You dont hear him anymore
scratchscratch
scratch
Damn
(the
Tyrantosaurus reared up in him got its toeclaw hooked at the pit of his
throat)
indie probably couldnt hear Ping
over his yakking
1325, Saturday, 10 1. 15
1507, Sunday, 11 1. 15
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