he walked across a concrete apron
that slippeddescended to meet the asphalt street and spanned the mouththe threshold
of an alleyway fixed to the west by an uninspired painted concrete block commercial
building and east by a line of young trees which delineated the business park property
from the Church of Christs graveled parking lot compound and open grass field
the wind swept south anointing
him with its breath and the freshfallen leaves from maples plums aspens and
sycamores they spun across his path and
gently pelted his feet and legs caressing himhe imagined as an old woman might who
hadnt made love in a long time and was unsure how to touch him
Hey baby he mused aint nobody so old that theyve forgotten how to ride that bicycle
she cringed No. Not since my
husband died. And that’s been a long time.
Then you were uninterested in
men His death stole life from you
No, no. I was fortysix. My children were grown; they were off living their lives. However what they
said, how they acted, made me feel as if I were to go out with other men I’d be
tarnishing their father’s memory.
Did they say as much
No, not outright. They hinted. Their
father, they knew, left me without any need or want; he left me with generous resources,
the house was paid for. They urged me to remain in church, to donate my time to
the disadvantaged, the needy.
Maybe they thought you owed him And maybe they didnt recognise you were a woman
My children, as we raised them, are devout. They believe the church could sustain me, provide for my needs.
Are your children selfish That seems selfish to meto assume what someone else might need To assume for their
mother As if you hadnt a brain in your
head A heart beating in your chest
No, theyre not selfish.
If your children dictate to you for
their comfort I have to disagree
No. My children care, they care. My
husband provided for them too, they’re secure.
Okay I wont press the point Are your children in relationships
My daughter is married. One of my
sons is married, the other is in a long relationship.
And your husband is dead
My husband is dead.
Well as I said we dont forget how to ride that bicycle
he took her to bed
afterwards she told
him that was the first time she ever took a mans penis into her mouth
gently he remarked The first time ever
Then
youre a natural baby
But lets call it what it is
What it is?
Yes
What is it?
Its a blowjob giving head
That’s a blowjob? I’ve always wondered what a blowjob was. Huh.
she
smiled It was nice what you
did between my legs.
You have a nice pussy Tasty too
she blushedshe smiled bigshe didnt
cover her mouth then she snatched the
pillow from out behind her head and covered her face
he wanted to kiss her
she kept saying No through the
pillow
Alright alright Then you leave me no choice
a muffled No! came through the
pillow No!
he went down on her
No! No! she wiggled her hips No! Yes. Yes. Ohyes. Yes.
he couldnt
hear her anyways she had him my his ears then his hair his ears his hair
she
almost busted his lip
he figured now shed be alright
screw her kids
if she wanted the world could be
her oyster
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