she startled himrapped at the motel room door usually she scratched like a cat she knew cats pussies warmed the cockles of his heart tickled his nethers that would be his cock and balls  

he didnt lock the door never did  Comonin babe

she didnt

Come in babe

still she didnt

he walked over to the turquoisepainted door to match the drapes -- nobody knew tacky like him and didnt bother with the peekhole she wouldnt fit  he didnt like the fisheye len look either

pulling the door openwithout looking out Whassup babe Didnt you hear me

OHgoodness

          wha a beastwha a chica he didnt know they came in Tall fullfigured curly jetblack hair jungle fullmouth fulllips  black lipstick  penetrating shark eyes  cateye eyeliner

she stood in the doorway she shifted her hips

Excuse me  err er he cleared his throat   Can I help you

Joe?

Yes  Im Joe

Ysabel her Spanish accent spicing her words Ysabel asked me if I wanted to stop by, she is unable to be here today.

Excuse me  asked you if you wanted to stop by

Si.

Si Nice  Understand that thats probably the extent of my Spanish Mexican as my father would say Twentytwo years older than me and theres Spanish spoken in Spain Mexican spoken by Mexicans 

I love my Dad

after a momentary silence laughter bubbled out of her throat bright champagne bubbles iridescent

                                                                                                         she didnt cover her mouth he thought maybe he saw fangs

May I come in?

If Ysabel asked you if you wanted to stop sure  Whas your name  he turned his back and entered the room

Daisy.

Daisy

Si, my name is Daisy.  she closed the door behind her

Family name

she laughed again it bounced off the felt wallpapered walls Gothic Damask flocked to incite lust  or murder

he saw fangs

              he may have gulped out loud

her laughter quit bitten off my her smile her mouth full of white teethbrilliant compared to her complexion he could see his cock in her mouth  Eat it DAISY we all have to die of somethingbleeding out in a cheap motel room sounds mythic

No, not a family name. My parents give me Daisy to upset their parents. Throughout my Mama’s pregnancy they hounded them, kept offering them names. Mama and Poppy figured that they named twentytwo children between them, they weren’t interested; but my grandparents, despite repeatedly being told my parents weren’t interested, they wouldn’t stop, wouldn’t. So they named me what they wanted.

Daisy  Im tickled they stuck to their guns

Huh? I do not understand, stuck to their guns?

Stayed with what they planned My motherinlaws Japanese so I appreciate vernacular swinging and missing Your grandparents were displeased

Yes. They call me pet names. They don’t call me Daisy.

I like that your name is incongruent to your appearance  Youre startling your names startling

That is nice of you to say, Joe.

I didnt say it to be nice Im not nice

Ysabel said you say that.

How do you know Ysabel

She is my cousin.

You share stories

We have been very close since we were little.

Thats nice

Yes, it is very nice. We share everything. There are no secrets between us.

I wouldnt think I was a secret

Not between Ysabel and I, no. Our families don’t know you.

Weve only been seeing each other a few months

Happy months, yes? Ysabel is very happy seeing you.

We hit it off really well an continue to enjoy each other

Yes, and that is why I’m here, why Ysabel asked me to come; to stop.

I appreciate you stopping by to tell me Ysabel wouldnt be able to make it this afternoon.

I didn’t stop to tell you that.

No  You didnt stop to tell m . . 

. . No.

Im  confused

I read people very well, some people, my family, think I can read their minds.

poker face

            Can you read minds

                                       

I should say what you were thinking when we met . . is why I came today. Ysabel calls you . . . voracious.

She told me, which she said you’d find funny, I could pinch hit for her this afternoon.

surprisedhe laughed hard maybe harder than hed laughed in a long time Pinch hit

Yes. Pinch hit.

               I am not seeing anyone. Men who I meet don’t interest me. You, through Ysabel’s words, her smiles, her happiness, interested me.

THAT  interesting

Yes.  THAT interesting.

Ysabel . . 

. . I said . . we share . everything.

1833,  Friday,  3  7. 20

1224,  Sunday,  5  7. 20

CSN&Y  Triad  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-lp5Ope65mQ