the beast was backshe visited him in his dreams

                                               Ohyea this girl eminently tickled his sleeping fancy 

his mind reeled as he remembered the dream although its memory was easily facilitated by his imagination and by a whisky at hand beside his mornings black coffee

she had acquired beast-status he thoughtfully aligned her with the first beast he was ever introduced to through his father-in-law in the last century

relaxing in Santa Barbara beside the pool his father-in-law came out of the house and asked him if hed like to come with him so he could make a small bank transaction

his father-in-law smirked  You won’t regret coming with me. 

his brain was an ember easily fanned and conflagrated  the suggestion was too tantalising to pass up    

She’s a beast. he said.  

he had utmost confidence in his father-in-laws definition

they exhibited negligible variance that summer while in Anchorage ostensibly for fishing salmon on the Kenai  their ratings went tit-for-tat in regards to their admiration their keenly-ascribed values of the girls who danced at The Alaskan Bush Company where they went for drinks at his encouragement for their masculine entertainment

Ronda  A nice Americanised namehuh? she said  a small-titted Western Airlines flight attendant had recommended The Bird House and The Bush Company a few years back  she demonstrated how a small titted curlyhaired Persian girl could make up for having less breast and cleavage than other women 

he was impressed

inadvertently  to Rondas dismay  she also introduced him to his to-be-wife

Ronda hit the spotshe was also spot-on with her genuine assessment of Anchorages premiere strip club she told him her father had mentioned it to her in passing and she couldnt help herself to see if his taste in women correlated with what she understood about him 

she was a bastard but never a bastard for want  or her halfsisters

she was curious she admitted her father had a pronounced tacky side A sleaze she said  he was also an easy touch 

so on layover in Anchorage she went to see for herself to gauge his farflung tastes

she was impressed

he was accurate Tried and true she said telling him so defending herself  because her father greased every relationship he ever had with a woman with money  money from a trust fun that sustained him and herher halfsisters  A trust fun, he called it. FUN; not fund. Ever since he turned legal age. Can you imagine? His life someone has to do it he remarked was all about fun to be had. Year after year after year.

she admitted he was generous 

she didnt bite the hand that fed her 

though she did slap it on occasion       

he couldnt help but lay his eyes onconfirm his father-in-laws beast who he had happened to stumble upon when researching new banks 

she was a teller at Bank of America  

She’s probably the only reason why I took my business there. Sex sells, boy.

in fact his father-in-law wasnt errant she was a beast

                                                          and any beast he assigned beasthood had to meet his memory of her beastliness Ivanka he remembered wondering that he didnt think bank tellers were allowed to wear either low cut tops or dresses or tight-around-the-fanny skirts  but maybejust maybe corporate exceptions were made for women who could maybe an undisclosed pay differential to boot

Ivanka she was a beast

Ivanka though had nothing on his dreamed beast

she sat in the back of a buckboard wagon with the immense blue Western sky behind her

her blonde head was haloed by the sun

it was hot

she picked up a wooden bucket from the buckboard that he couldnt see and dumped it over her head

silverwhite rockets riven with sunlight and prism splayed off her head and shoulders

she caught him looking at her out of the corner of her eye

she smiled like a ravenous wolf

she turned slightly towards himstripped her doused white cotton blouse over her head and sat halfnaked  erect  and proud

leaning over the edge of the buckboardgrowing three times the size of o normal womannot that she was normal to begin with probably six feet she picked him up off his feet like a Cyclops and clutched him to her enormous breasts 

if he had a sheep to hide beneath he wouldnt have

if she was going to eat him alive hed have no remorse

then in her armsclutched to her breasts she transitioned staccato inch by inch and returned to her actual self and size

the eating and licking that was was had on equal terms

he couldnt match her beastliness

                                   he could only be grateful and gracious she shared herself with him

2000, mid-September, 2018

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