he had ideas
about some professional football cameramen they were of his ilk possibly perhaps voyeurs too
ostensibly theyre there to filmcapture
the game
but over the years
a few cats directors
must have agreed put up shots of women from the
audience and of the professional cheerleaders not Catholic high school girls the Minnesota
Vikings sufferedmaybe maybe for
years but tithes went up Catholic girls caved unwedded were giving birthNAH maybe maybe
admittedly its hard to resist a woman in uniform
WAHBAM
suddenly there she was a ravishing shapely redhead smilingshe
knewshe saw dancing seductivelyNAH maybe maybe erotic shakingthrusting
her pompoms grinning playful having a
good time
he and the cameraman had similar
tastes
his buddy sitting beside him at
the bar before the mounted TV screen rapped him on the arm
Has that train left the station?
Huh Red was still on the screen unbelievable not the usual flash she was
working it cameraman and director
were on his side mesmerised when they cut away he would be sad he anticipated his cockWha the fuck?Whered
she go?Bring her back! he and his cock
brokehearted how was he going to console
himThere there buddy Don cry Wait till we get home I promise
Train left the station?
Train
they cut away
he continued watching her
on the vapour in his eyes dissipating
dissipating diss . . . gone
Yes. Has that train left the station?
he took a sip of his beer his mouth still dry he took a deep draught anwhile drinking
caught the bartenders eye held up two fingers ordered pints
setting his glass down Aah Train News for ya babe You saw Red her his cock tugged at him Train would never have been in either of our stations were
not in her leagu . .
.
. heated
Speak for yourself
Okay Ill speak for myself
Yare delusional Not even on your best day ever would you have turned her
head or captured her attention with some youbelieved witty line
the bartender set the pints
before him On your tab?
No jabbed his thumb at his sidekick on him names Little Thank you
he slid a pint to his buddy with
the back of his hand An thank you
Well what the hell?
Price of delusion man
You really think that? Not a shot?
Not ever
Gonna run with Dirty Harrys
line A mans got to know his limitations
he shivered a bitlooked crestfallen
What about you?
Me Ha
Slide over cowboy Were both riding the bench finding slivers cobwebs
up our fannies
Jesus.
Jesus woudnt have a chance
either not even with his mumbojumbo
approximately 2052, Monday, 17 1. 22
1111, Day-between-Two-Ts, 23 2. 22
