they went into the house off the front
porchout of the sunlight carrying their empty pint glasses
Another beer babe
Yes. That’d be nice, it’s certainly
hotter that I thought it was going to be.
walking into the kitchen Would you like me to turn on the air for you If you like Id be happy to
Thank you. No, it’s not
necessary. There’s a slight breeze coming through the screen, we’re in the
shade, having a cold beer . . I’m fine. Thank you for thinking of me.
from the kitchen above opening
the refrigerator doorloose bottles jangling on it Im thinking of you always baby Youre my favorite pastime . .
. . When you’re not writing . .
.
. When Im not writing or reading Split
another bomber or would you prefer something else
A bomber would be fine.
Want me to pour or would you rather
exhibit your skillyour inimitable skill of splitting a bottle perfectly
Flatterer, you trying to butter
me up, get in my pants?
Mebbe I am
Pour. And come in here. I’d
rather you butter me up in the same room so you don’t miss a spot. Nobody has
ever buttered my bread like you, baby.
Man listen to whos buttering up who
Stop. This talk of butter is
making me hungry. I’m hungry for you, an then maybe afterwards, scrambled eggs
and mushrooms, toast. the
first time they made lovemade love all day long he made her scrambled eggs
mushrooms shallots shed never had eggs
for dinner never waffles for dinner or cold cereal or jerky
We can do that Want me to wait on the beer
No. I promise, after our beer.
Ill take that You try an renege Im taking you anyways bitching or not
You’d take me against my will.
I am your will Youre minemine to
do with what I want when I want how I want You told me youd be my sex slaveyou crossed your heart he entered the living room a pint in each
hand she was smiling up at him laying on
the couch her legs parted her blouse unbuttoned she was crossing her heart
I’m
yours. I am your sex slave.
he laughed a bellylaugh set the
beers on ceramic coasters on the cedar chest they used as a coffee table You knucklehead we didnt split the twentytwo Idve juggled an spilled
beer on you the carpet
Dont you move
he climbed on top of herkissed
her deeply he clutched her left breast
and kissed its swell This is as close I
can get to kissing your heart I love you
she cradled his head to her
breast I love you too.
kneeling between her legsrighting
her onto her fanny he handed her a beer
he held his beer out to her A toast then obviously looking at her firm ample breasts Heres to lookin atcha
kid she dropped her eyes to his cock
yearning at his buttonfly And here’s
lookin’ back atcha, honey clinking
glasses they laughed lasciviously
licking the foam from her upper
lip What is this?
We havent had it in a whilewe
wouldnt a seasonal Hopnookie
Kern River Brewing?
Damn youre a monster
We love this, haven’t had it, for
what, two years?
Yah We missed last years iteration It being a seasonal makes it special
Anything with you’s special. she
took another sip Coming inside you said
you wanted to talk about something?
Yes Ive been giving it some thought Some thought when we have a baby
A baby?
When we have a baby
Im not ready to have a baby.
Or am I But when we do
Okay. If we do.
Okay if we do
What were you thinking; although
I must say I am very happy you were thinking of us having a baby . .
.
. Shed be a knockout Your looksmy brains
. .
. . Hey! . .
. . Im teasin your
brains aint nothing to sneeze at babe you
didnt have em beyond your obvious carnival carnal rides an attractions we
wouldnt still be together Neither you or
I would settle for less Thats been
apparent since we met the second time
she laughed
the first time they met
there was no chemistry drab no magnetism
magic it was mutual
So tell me what have you been
thinking about our baby girl; why a baby girl?
I only make baby girls
You don’t think you could make a
baby boy?
I wouldnt want to make a baby boy
I’d love to have a little girl
with you
Awright Then if we have a baby our orders already
inyah
Okay. If we have a baby she’ll be
a girl.
A knockout like her mom
Stop.
And later built like her mom
Stop. You’re incorrigible .
.
. . Ive been accused
Scewball. So what have you been thinking?
Thinkingyes an why I wanted to sharewanted to hear your
thoughts
You’re killing me.
Id like my daughters to be her
godmothers
Wow! That’s some thinking.
I cant think of two people better
to raise our girl if we werent able to
her eyes searched the room
she
was quiet
Honestly.
I can’t either.
There’s no one on my side of the
family that I would entrust to raise our baby.
However, don’t you think that
asking them, you’ll excuse me, might be coercive?
I thought of that too Halfsisters raising a halfsister
I wouldnt mean it to be coercive
And thinking hard Id accept what they decided
Some people, you know people, the
big scheme of things, might consider you being coercive.
When have I ever cared what some
people might think
Not ever.
I love you and your hardtack
ethics. You’re unshakeable.
he smiledfoam on his lip from
sipping his beer Theres nothing loose to
shake
she smiled Ya wanna make love to
me, now?
Baby Ive always made love to you
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