for three years a sound on the telephone 

                                             for three years shed been a sound in his ear

defiantly there was nothing to be defensive of which is how he would have preferred he took it 

                                                                                                     Don try to diminish that

It’s been three years since you saw her.

I didnt see my familymy parents once for nearly five years But we talked every week  Woudya dare try to diminishminimise that

he picked at his cleft chin he was pretty sure he wasnt born with it as also not born with his foot in his mouth

Because its unseemly to you or however you woud characterise it thas you long ago we ascertained critically  You are not me 

         Im solitary 

You fall over yourself being social Yacoudnt be me if ya tried you crave others too muchtheir attention whereas I coudnt care less

But three years.

  Yes 

       An for three years Ive been a sound on the phone to her

I believe you dropped that ball might have hit below the belt  he prided himself on his fitnessathleticism  particularly when expounding on his long gone high school days  youthful prowess  whatever it may actually have been

Frankly, that didn’t occur to me. he was honest

No youll excuse me  it was apparent it hadnt 

                                                 You have a tendency to be myopicsee things through your experiences

we all do but if one chooses they can broadened their horizon or at least argue by looking from another a different perspective wear someone elses shoes or moccasins shoud we embrace the original Mary Torrans Lathraps Judge Softly 1895 or biblically Judge not, that ye be not judged. Matthew Seven King James version

Can't help but citing one thing or another, this or that.

Correct unless its me I prefer credit where credit is due 

                                                           I also read a lot An reading helps time pass so my three years are vastly slimmer than yours Toss tha in the mix while yare at it

I’m sorry man, no matter how you slice it it’s a hunk of time.

Perspective dude all a matter of perspective               

1946,  Sunday,  17  7. 22

1455,  Twosday,  16  8. 22

Judge Softly  https://jamesmilson.com/about-the-blog/judge-softly-or-walk-a-mile-in-his-moccasins-by-mary-t-lathrap/#:~:text=by%20Mary%20T.-,Lathrap,a%20Mile%20in%20His%20Moccasins.%E2%80%9D

he hadeveryone has a method to their madness

   routine 

             he had divined his routeblazed his trail  only if he beckoned a change a reordering did he take it 

                                                                                                                    she said So as she crawled under the enormous diningroom table cloaked beneath a crispwhite embroidered tablecloth did you have a plan for bringing me up here? he hadnt she seemed to have followed him although he didnt discourage her

maybe he should formulate one 

like a salesman she had one foot in the door

he watched her pleasinglyround fanny disappear under the cloth

                                                                       she wasnt his kindnot really however he was intrigued  she packed a fantastic shape on her small framelucky if she broke five feet she was tawny blackhair Mexican maybeIndian 

Well? her voice muffled she shook the chair that stood directly before him What’s the plan? seemed there was a pout in her voiceperhaps a seduction on life support 

                                               a woman with demands under an heirloom table that belonged to the family but that none of the them wanted  he had room they said  It’s Mom’s.

                                                                                  family twists wrists 

Are you pouting

Maybe I am . . I thought you wanted to play with me.

   Play 

         I love to play

Good. 

       Then make up a game and I’ll play, we’ll play.

Youre entering an subterranean underwater grotto Leave your clothing behind it was his game he wasnt asking Push them out between the legs of the chair in front of me

sounded like she sighed 

                           Ohmy . . it’s getting warm.

Warm Is it my little heathen   Very warm

Yes.

he began to hear little grunts from beneath the table between the pedestals the chair legs it was a confined space she bangedup against Ouch them on occasion he saw her feet shins calves 

                                                                            then her bundle presented                             

You feelin better  cooler

Yes.  Cooler. 

               If I stretched out spread . my legsmy arms . I’d feel better. Unencumbered.  

You can do whatever you wish  youre a nymph a naiad  

                                                           Youre unconstrainednothing  nothing  can hold you back

I could emerge?

Nothings stopping you

Can I make myself invisible?

Youre a female spirit you can do anything

I am making myself invisible.

I understand

Remove the impediment from before you.  her game she wasnt asking

Yes he snatched it away by its arms

she emerged head first

she had taken the ties out of her hair

it was long unbrushed unfurled in curly strands  hung like seaweed

she crawled slowly

her shoulders

the furrow of her spine 

Venus dimples

roundbottom

completely emerged she held an arm up for him to take

taking her by the forearm she lifted her headtheir eyes met  she smiled

as he helped her stand 

                            I’m invisible.

he groaned in his throat

standing close to himher full breasts at his belly she began unbuttoning his shirt I’m making you invisible too. I love your game.

0904,  Monday,  15  8. 22

1000,  Twosday,  16  8. 22

Nelly  Hot in Herre  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GeZZr_p6vB8 

Gioacchino Pagliei  The Naiads, 1881  Naiadshttps://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Naiad#/media/File:Gioacchino_Pagliei_-_The_Naiads,_1881.JPG