We could be friends
icewater ran in his veins
he
mimicked We could be friends
Yes Ill dance you sing
the B52s Love Shack had began as she and a friend entered the liquorstore where he worked the friend heavilytatted was man or boy a male howbout the opposite sex what tribe he was of wasnt distinct or were his tattoos thematic he had come to accept body art as eclectic she had none she recognised the happy storm of Love Shack and broke out into dance
the B52s Love Shack had began as she and a friend entered the liquorstore where he worked the friend heavilytatted was man or boy a male howbout the opposite sex what tribe he was of wasnt distinct or were his tattoos thematic he had come to accept body art as eclectic she had none she recognised the happy storm of Love Shack and broke out into dance
from the rear of the store he saw
her dancing he called up to her Atta grrl let er rip
she didnt break strideshe smiled she was too involved
her friend neglected her prancing
he continued up into the store without
either notice pleasure or bemusement a real
cold fishtoo cool for words playing to an
audience in his head
he didnt put the two
together they were from separate jigsaw
puzzles if they were together eventhough
he wasnt a betting man hed bet if they tried to make it work itd fail not today
tomorrow this yearnext in the long run one or the other would wakeup and realise their
partner and disconnect he had been right
about Christie Brinkley and Billy Joel who the fuck was kidding who as
hed been right about her meteoric riseabout Dorothy Strattens risewho should
have been Playboys 25th Anniversary centerfold rather than Candy Loving as hed
been right about Anna Nicole Smiths rise then a print model for Guess Jeans to the
froth of Playboy nobody listened to him probably becauseby his own admission he was adverse to blondes he couldnt rally a soul to buy into his prognostications
for the very reason that blondes didnt make his cut usually finding them glass baubles as compared
to earthy women who wowed himsnapped his neck it was hard to beat 60s 70s natural and bush
he missed both desperately
We could be friends
a buxom Rita Hayworth blackanwhite
edition whispered that to him through her chattering teeth as they frolicked in
the Pacific surf he was teaching her to
catch a wave with a boogie board because she needed the help and for whatever
reason the young bucks left her to flounderIdiots
never to leave a woman in
distress
or neglect an opportunity he offered his assistance I can help if you like because at your pace youll either turn blue
or drown before you catch on or catch a wave
Ppappaleeaase
Yes Yah
You may go purple beyond blue if I dont help
a smile came up over her trembling teeth
I admire your tenacity girl
she was a capable student listened well inside ten minutes with the help of sets of obliging
rollers she hung right in beside him either
their exertion to catch the next wavetheir keen attention to each other or they
grew too numb to care they were provided a respite or it insulated them from the
cold salt sea
it never occurred to him she might have been playing a part
it never occurred to him she might have been playing a part
when her lips did go purple he
motioned her to head in
running up onto the sunwarmed
beach his blanket and towels closer to the water he took her board from
hertucked them under up his arm then took her hand in his
they stopped short of the blanket he grabbed a beach towel for herwrapped her in it then grabbed another for himself
her shaking seemed only to
escalate Aw kid here lets opt for body heat I have it
on Holocaust authority two people can warm themselves together faster than
separate
opening his towel for her she
opened hers and stepped into his armsher body against his he wrapped them up and pivoted around so the
sun struck her backside
together despite the chill of where their suits
separated their skins he could feel an ascendant warmth gather then beyond it a sensual heat simmer
Better he asked into the top of her head
Yes Better
they held each other longer than
they needed to to annihilate their chillsher shaking they stood oblivious to their surroundings wrapped
together talking aimlessly her mouth at
his chest and throat his at her thick
auburn hair the seashell curl of her ears
she was visiting the coast on her
own Two weeks she said
she spent three with him she reminded him of someone someone beyond Rita
they wrote letters for several
months then she moved in with her mother on the East Coast to help consolidate her finances
her letters stopped abruptly
after several more months without
receiving return lettershe wasnt going to stop until he had a reason he wrote family and friends letters and they never
wrote back letterwriting didnt play into
their lifestyles because
they were too lazy
then he received a letter from her
mother Giselle curious name he had only known or met a single Giselle in
his life Giselle her name brought back fine memories white sand Florida beaches at night swimmingsnorkeling in the Keys barbecued fish cold wine sexual abandon
Giselle wrote that Sofia could
not continue her relationship with him
he read more
then as he turned to the fourth
pagethe foreplay at an end the meat revealed
Giselle admitted she was his Giselle from Miami her pictures of him compared to Sofias were
irrefutable he
didnt remember either of them taking pictures of him like mother like daughter
Oh
Oh
like mother like his daughter
We could be friends
the startling young woman still
bounding before him to Love Shack the
heave of her breasts mesmerisingwarming him
he felt a flush
We could be friends he said but tell me your mothers name
isnt Sofia
Her name isnt Sofia
Youre not lying are you
Why would lie about that
I dont know seems some women have a bloodhounds scent to them
Does Sofia look like me
Did I wouldnt know I just prefer prefer you arent Im . .
. .
Youre attracted to me
I think our chemistry is obvious
. .
.
. Yes Ill dance you sing
And him he motioned with his head to her friend still
among the stacks
Him Hes an acquaintance I wanted to take some fresh air and he was running
out for some wineWhy do people out here
drink winestupid
You prefer spirits
Damnright This time of year its cold at home and nurtured
in the East wine hasnt much of a place or appeal in my world
East
Yes
Your mothers name isnt Sofiaseriously
She isnt Though I sense theres a story behind your
trepidation
Yes
Id like to know it Be my friend
Youre bosom buddy
Maybe
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night, 8
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