3.9.22


. . . there’ll be iggs for the brekkers come to mournhim, sunny side up with care.
                                                                                    Joyce gayly gibbeting
he had to admit he liked iggs for eggs

Shay said so on her left breast embroidered in scrollystitch he wondered what she named her right breast their in-between was deeply cleft freckled  he would have been very happy to crawl between them and call it home  
Shay lastly please the iggs sunnyside up makeem jiggle whenya walk

Jiggle, sir? she seemed perplexed though it looked attractive ifnot foreign on her face

Jiggle

Jiggle. Yes, sir. 
                  she then stood upright from the bow from the waist that she made to take his order her perplexion changed its complexion now looked thoughtful thinkful full of clammitty clamgloves an clamboots clamjuicy clammyhands perhaps hams an loins too clamjuicy  not tightasaclam 
                                                                            tititightas a clam  Shay convinced herself Jiggle, sir, yes, sir.

Good childher
               happy not a childhin neveraneed of a him hymn hum  Awhell ahum by aher redfull lickslips whitecanines incisors inspirsors flickering redlicoriceous tongue 
Yessir. 
Jiggle.
Got it Shay
            Gomad
O bliging
O bling!BAM  VA VA VOOM
                                Offto the cookingroom to the grease and sizzle and griddles toasters bowls of chilled butterballs
O vens
O hens 
        piggs saddlestripsstripes sausage unpeeled tatters hashed countryfried onions greenpeppers     

So true is it that therewhere’s a turnover the tay is wet too and when you ketch sight of hind make sure but you’re cocked by hin.
                 Jgibbeting agin
                                   . . . she is on her behaviourite job of quainance bandy . . . we may take our review of the two mounds to see nothing of the himples here at elsewhere, by sixes sexes and sevens, like so many heegills and collines, sitton aroont, scentbreeched and somepotreek . . .

the diningrooms filled

he hadnt noticed

he was musingamusing hisself

the portholed white door from the kitchen swung out

he faced it

Shays coming with his platter of heapedbreakfast a coffeepot 
                                                                shes jigglingbreathtakingly jiggling he had dollarbills if she wore a garter shes jiggling  


Shaysashayed up to him

bent deeply
             breathy Jiggly enough, sir?

she and the iggs were
                        Divine Shay

Sir, I seek to please.

I am very pleased Thank you

You’re welcome, sir. 
                     she stood erectnot alone poured him fresh coffee
                                                                       I’ll leave you the pot. Is there anything else I can get you? he enjoyed her predatory smilesnarl

One thing more please threefourmore butterballs for my blueberry pancakes

  Butteryballs. Yes,sir.

   butteryballs  he watched her walk offdisappear through the portholes then turning to his breakfast he ate ravenously 

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