he had to have a bear suit
something akin to Smokey Bear
sans the capthe Smokey inscribed beltbuckle the snug bluejeans a bucknaked an anatomically-incorrect bear
suit
a brown bear
Griz
it was his preference not prejewdice Save your breath
he needed ithad to have it it was necessary
he didnt just want it
his wife godbless her was a freaking saint
she didnt question him
they always supported each othersupported the others needs
thats what people who love each other dowhat they provide
if either needed something the other pulled out all stops to help it happen
L O V E
Stuff that in your pipe and smoke it
Not so fast you silly boy she saidcopping it from the Mothers – she knew she would pique him You’re set on a Griz?
I am
Alright. Well then, curiously snough, I know exactly where we can go to get one.
she amazed him Yah
Yah, baby; you’ll have to trust me.
Trust Stop Lead on
she smiled it was a curious smile he wasnt going to ask everyone has their mysteries if we didnt have our little secretsthey were utterly exposed wed bore each other to death
she certainly had hers
he returned her smile Youre something else babe
You arent telling me something I don’t know.
No Im not More I dont know an I dont mind
You’re a good boy.
An youre sensational
Thank you.
they got into their car and rolled out into the countrysidewent over dirt roads she got him turned around an getting him turned around was half the gamegetting him lost getting him that he couldnt track back where they were
Where the fuck are we
You lost?
Yah But you know I dont mind being lost
No you don’t.
We’re almost there.
Thatd be between lost and thoroughly lost
I imagine.
he nodded affirmed
she smileddimpled up real big
Say love I owe you a huge kiss when we stop movin
You do.
You wont have to remind me
Never have.
he smiled he wished he had dimples
within ten minutes they rolled up on a decrepit homestead a faded babyblue Ford pickup stood under a shabby lean-to hung off a leaning barn how they hadnt fallen over was beyond him
she killed the engine
he slid across the benchtook her in his arms and kissinggroped her too
she giggled he kissed her deeper and quieted that
he got hard
he released her
she patted his laphis cock Save that for later, baby; we’re on an errand.
Yah he croaked its yours later
she smiled devilishly On our way home.
she patted him once moregave him a squeeze
Yah he closed his eyestilled his mind with blueseas icefloats penguins fuckin tuxedos always flattened his heart rate
she leaned on the horn it planed outdidnt catch or echo off of anythingdissipating into the arid disused fields didnt even rattle the slack barbed wire
he watched the doorway beyond the screen door the front door was apparently
pulled backaside way back on its hinges or
it wasnt there
a grizzled old man one strap of his bluejean overall over a shoulder a stained longsleeved thermal probably held up by the single strap appeared
he smiled a broken tooth smile through the screen then held up a finger he disappeared back into the maw
his wife didnt say anything to him
he didnt say anything to her
they sat waiting
he finally came out onto the porch
the toes of his boots curled up
he walked like they were too big for him
he waved
when he waved his wife got out of the car and made a beeline for him
Hey, girlie! he heard him say
his wife left her door open the keys in the ignition
he slipped out her side
as he approached the old man and his wife they were chatting amiably familiarly
he didnt know him from Adam
Ernie his wife said as she stepped aside as he came up on themshe hadnt looked to see him approach This is my husband, Joe.
Ernie stuck his hand out like it was loaded on a spring Joe.
he took his hand Ernie
Wifey tells me yare lookin for a bar outfit.
that stunned him a might
I am
Well, she brought ya to the right place; I knows where we can go to get ya one.
Go Not here
Here? Why would I have a bar outfit here? I got outfits, just not bar outfits. We’ll roll another fivesix minutes from here; sure Wally’s got one yall like, that’ll fit ya.
that was an assumption he thought I hope so
Wally loves his bar; he’ll fix ya up, won’t cost ya an arm an a leg, ya know, ya being a fellow enthusiast.
Huh maybe he was an enthusiast he hadnt given it any thought beyond needing a bear getup
We’ll take my truck. If I tried to give ya directions I’d just gitya lost; sometimes the words come out wrong. Best to shaddup and roll, like a duck to water, duck cant tell ya how to git there either, smells it.
they werent rolling a minutehis wife
sat between them and he was thoroughly lost
dust smoked everything
he didnt say so Great place to lose a dead body
Ernie was spot on
six minutes
but whos counting he was
Dis be da place! Wally! Ernie cried
Fuckin carbon copy he thought their homes might have been part of a tract project
Ernie asif reading his mind I shared my blueprint with Wally when he arrived out here. That way Im able to find the can; Wally’s a miserable hoarder, shit stacked everywhere, but damn if it aint insulated, staves off the cold when it gets cold; I hang with him when it gets inclimate.
Inclimate Enthusiast he wouldnt have guessed Ernie knew the words Quit with your judging he thought Who the fuck are you
chastised he put it away
Lookin for Griz, yah? he hadnt even taken Wallys hand
Yah Thank you
I prefer black bar; Griz overrated.
Sew em, myself; keeps me mighty busy. If I had to depend on black bar though, I’d starve. Come in.
hoarder floor to ceiling piers pylons walls fuckin neatly stackeddamn near organic asif they grew there
Y’let me know ya need the can said Ernie Sorry, I apologise, city folk, the facilities.
He can go shit or piss in da field said Wally Needs fertilizing.
Wally winked at him
However I can helpIm happy to
Excuse me said Wally I’ll be back; I’m positive I got just what
ya need.
damn if he didnt knock it out of
the park like
it was custom made he admired himself in a full length mirror slivered between two stacks of newspapers This fits like it was made it for me
Saw ya coming, boy, saw ya in a dream. Glad ya dragged yer feet before saying anything to yer wife. Few days earlier it wouldnt’ve been finished.
it was reasonable as his wife said
he didnt have to have her negotiate for him
on the way homehowever she found her way he told her to pull the car over Get your ass in the backseat baby
they went over the back of the benchseat
he thought they might bounce the car off its tiresflipping it
in the golden hour the sun setting
a stripe of sunlight across her face and breasts those marvelous breasts she
said breathlessly Wow, that was a sensational fuck. Want to treat me again later tonight?
Your wish is my command
it wasnt the first time he thought his wife was a witch
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The Eagles Witchy Woman
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