you could put whatever name you
wanted to it
he called it Miscreant
hed be the miscreant
What do I do she asked as she
tugged her black athletic top up
no amount of tugging was going to
keep her inside it
she knew it
all evening shed tugged it up
all evening he enjoyed watching
her doomed attempts
What do you do he laughed
RUN!
he startled her badly
her eyes bugged
she broke into a run fueled on
the booze they imbibed and now this sudden panick
nervous laughter and hysteria
broke in her throat
IM
COMING TO GETCHA!
she wasnt athletic
her bodytype didnt allow it
he gave her a headstart a scarce miserable modicum
of hope while taking in her round ass as she
ran
he broke into a lop after her
RUN!
IM COMIN!
he figured hed have her nearly at
the corner under the amber cone of light descending from the streetlamp
her thick black hair
heaving disappeared against her tank top and the night
only the white stitching on her jeans
back pockets were evident stride stride
stride
she ran in a disorganised panick ahead
of him
then he saw her silhouette against the
light
he GROWLED
as he beared down on her
he could hear her panting
then through her panick she asked What are we
doing
he GROWLED more ferociously
nearly at the corner he was nearly on
top of her when she slipped awkwardly on the gravel and almost fell
she screamed
he grabbed a handful of her curly
hair
she screamed again screamed as
her feet started out from under her
he threw his arm around her his
free hand clutching her full right breast his forearm crushing her left
he kept her from falling
he could feel her heart pound against the veins in his arm
he yanked her off her feet up
against him
he began to slip
the gravel
among the gravel were emptied
green husks
acorns maybe
an oily smell
no olives immature olives
there were larger orbs scattered
too
dark brown galls
he wondered why the squirrels
bothered with them
then obviously
they galled them
the laughter in his throat was
menacing
she screamed again
SHADDUP!
then out of the darkness sculled
a pale pinfeather
like a birchwood canoe bent on
dumping its nonindigenous rider drown them in the fast deep river where
eventually their flesh would split and tatter and their bones abraded by grit
and flow would become slick and smooth as the hulls and gall
off to their right was a grassy
incline under slivered shadows
and with less effort than he
thought or by the strength of his inebriation he staggered steps and twisted
falling so she would land on top of him
the grass was long and aromatic
because of the incline and collected
fallen leaves it cushioned their fall
he still had her by the hair and
breasts lessening his grip he turned her body towards him by her hair
she cried out
not a painful cry
her eyes were wide
her mouth wide
he pulled her face to his and
kissed her
he let go of her hair
with both hands he pushed her
shoulders up and away from him
her legs went to either of his of
their own volition
he could feel the heat and
hardness of her pubic against his
leaning over him she shook her
head
he could make out her large black
eyes peering out through her tendrils of hair
Now you kiss me
her hands on his chest she did
then she arched her back and was off his
mouth again
he reached up and yanked her top
down tearing it at the neck
the clasp to her black bra was between
her breasts
he sprung it and like batwings
parted its cups
he grabbed her breasts and pulled
her down to him down to his greedy mouth
he bit the inside of one and then
the other
he could feel his cock growing
against her groin
releasing her breasts her pulled
her head her mouth again to his
kissing him she ground her hips
against his cock
then breaking their kiss her
hands to either side of his head her breasts crushed together between her
biceps her nipples erect thin spittle like spiderwebs between their faces
wordlessly she looked into his face
asking What
she smiled wolfishly
wolfishly he smiled back
they understood their mute language
her hands went to his jean buttons
his to hers
the oily olive smell gave way to their
musk
they turned over and again
over over again on the cool long grass
fucking each other above the
intersection in the ribbed blind the tree limbs threw on them scarcely secreting
their animal runting
two miscreants
1313, Friday,
10 6. 16
