he didnt come by the forest preserves too often anymore

when he was younger his family held picnics there polacks as far and wide as the eye could see and he was related to every one

as a teenager at one such picnic his mother found him Come, I have to introduce you to someone. she took him by the arm and walking over to a pavilion where men were playing accordions people were dancing she talked about a distant cousin she used to write as a girl and when she had emigrated to America they lost track of one another  Oh look, there’s Maria’s daughter; come. when he looked where his mother was looking the girl had turned her back and was facing the pavilion the festivities as they approached her his mother called Stefanie! Stefanie! Stefanie turned I was looking for your mother. I’d like you to meet my son, Joseph. Joseph, this is your cousin Stefanie.

Ah he saidhe nodded to Stefanie her colour rose Weve meet Mom though nice to formally meet you Stefanie he took her hand warmly and shook it

Oh  hello  Joseph; nice to meet you.         

informally they had met down by the dam part of a looseknot of teenagers gathered to get high

they got stoned together

immediately liked one another

slipped away from the clutch

had sex by the river on the blanket Stefanie wore over her shoulders because she wasnt keen of the blouse she was wearing her mother insisted she wear it

the blouse was a little square

what was inside the blouse wasnt

one thing had lead to another

it was hard to say who laid who

they hit so many postureswere on top as often they were down

Thats an unique blouse Stefanie though it doesnt quite compliment you

she smiled widely deepdeep dimples

                                        No, I don’t think so either. Thank you for noticing.

Heck youd look good wrapped in a blanket

She would, wouldn’t she. his mother said Stefanie, you’re such a beautiful girl; someday you’ll make someone very happy.

Some day he said

You’re killing me Stefanie whispered

Ya nearly killed me 

 

 

he looked around the woods horse paths open fields a pavilion brick barbecues the light was brighter at one side beyond a stand of birch where the river was wide and reflected the sunlight like a mirror

                                                                                              some trouble was taken to sand it the water ran shallow the bank was gradedsanded too it made for a small attractive beach to sun on water to wade or swim in

colourful blankets old worn chenilles picnic baskets pinning them were scattered across on the luxurious grass hard to beat Illinois grass made one dream of being a grazing animal  a happy lost ruminator

he crossed a horse path through some high weeds then to the woods edge near the river upstream from the beach 

he laid a blanket down anchored it with a cooler inside sandwich meats cheese fruit beer he smiled to himself the blanket was dappled by shade sunlight nearly 50/50 he took off his shoes striped off his shirt bundled them into a rough pillow he had a couple of books pen and paper in his knapsack

                                                                          though first he was going to lavish himself do nothing think of nothing sip a beer close his eyes 

he hadnt finished half his beer his eyes were closed  the dark inside them grew darker 

it remained

it wasnt a cloud

he opened one eye lazily

it was a shadow

                   Hello he closed his eye

Hello to you; you’ve quite the spot. a womans voice

Thank you

It’s my spot.

Your spot Well in the past youve had quite the spot

                                                       Id be happy to share your spot

Share?

Novel ideahuh Itas you can see is a huge blanket

                                                      Yare welcome

Welcome . . to my spot

Correct

         I aint moving Im settled comfortable Im relaxing musing Yare also welcome to the cooler beer water fruit sandwich Help yourself  Consider it a tribute

A tribute?

Yes

     Either the internationally recognised historic tribute an offering or we can schlapp recognise it as a Tenacious D Tribute

Tenacious D?

Uhhuh

I don’t know what that is.

Be very careful yare risking your tribute

                                            Ill take it you have a smartphone Take a gander

she sat downquit throwing shade

                                     he could hear her tap

Oh, Jack Black the actor.

Careful revealing your age

My age?

         Did you peek?

No Im relaxingmusing Ill sputter the first thing that comes into my mind cuz Id rather not

                                                                                               Accepting my tribute

she said something he didnt quite catch it  stir  made no sense  ster  hyphenated  –ster  monster  spirit sprite  forest spirit  –ster is not spirit sprite fuck it  he felt like a nap

                                                          Help yourself sister maybe it was sister maybe he cracked the code

he almost nodded off the breeze lapping him held him conscious it was nicecame off the river the water an woods smelled goodhe almost wished he left her room so the breeze could have come off of her too

                                                                                                salad of scents

Are you awake?

I am

Did you fall asleep?

No hypnagogic

Hypnagogic. Hypnagogic . . what’s that?

First D then hypnagogic

                           Look it up doll

she said something he didnt quite catch it again

                                                   Im sorry I missed what you said

Nothing important, I was mumbling.

Earlier you said –ster or something like that when you sat

Yes.

An

Maybe . . mister?

Joe Im Joe

Joe, I’m Ginny.

Short for Gennieve not Virginia

Yes, you're right.

rolling onto his hip to face her he opened his lazy eye again wider

                                                                        focused    Oh man yare a youngsterHa

Someone younger than you’s a youngster she sighed I’m no youngster.

Could have fooled me yare very beautiful

Thank you; you’re in my spo . .

. . Edumacating you

he opened his other eye to take her in stereooptically

                                                        gym shoesno socks short shorts tanned softlooking scoopnecked pullover she shifted  braless 

Ginny

Yes?

–ster

      It wasnt mister I didnt call you sister Didnt know you were a youngster  Wha

I was upset.

Yare no longer upset

I’m not, no I’m not, Joe.

Good

       Have a beer Tell me whaya said

Ginny opened the cooler her breasts tussled like a pair of puppies  very becoming

You?

In a bit thank you

she used the attached corded churchkey uncapped her beer took a deep draw

headback an attractive throat freckled  a freckled chest

                                                             she brought the bottle down smiled at him dimples green eyes  reallystrawberry blonde

                                 Ah, that’s refreshing.

Part of a worthwhile tribute

her smile grew wider

                       Part of a tribute.

Excellent now were getting off on the right foot

                                                  Whadidyasay   –ster Not monster either

No. colour rose in her face  Not monster.

Yare killin me

I called you a cunt, a cuntster.

Cuntster havent heard that beforesuppose we cant Google that

No.

Creative Im a big fan

                       Whadoes cuntster describe

You were a cunt, I use cuntster, I’m adverse to saying cunt.

I understand butah   no more

No. You’ll like this . . you’re a good egg.

First a cunt then an egg

                          Yare turning me inside out  How do I look

You look like I like you.

I like you too

               Says the cuntster to a youngster

Stop.

Ive only just begun

AMish,  Twosday,  7  9. 21

1424,  Thursday,  9  9. 21

Tenacious D  Tribute  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xy5S8s6rTH0