she didnt say
made him guess
they met once before
afterwards he found he was looking
forward to when he might see her again
Joe, Id like ya to meet Spike. thats how her friend introduced them
she thrusted her hand into his
gave him a good firm handshake
Spike
Yes.
Makes me muse
she smiled broadly
If you don't mind, while you’re
musing she motioned her head in the
direction would you mind grabbing me a
beer from the tub beside the picnic table? As I came into the yard Janey grabbed
ahold of me walked me over to meet you. I’ll
hold down the fort.
We have a fort
Not ifya drag your feet. she chuckled
Hmm he smiledbobbed his head Guess I better get on it wha beer woudya like
You pick.
Bold This a first step in a gauntlet
Could be. Let’s see how it plays
out.
there were sixseven types of bottled
beer under ice in a large galvanised tub his mother bathed him in one like it during summers when he was a kidHell when he was older he bathed his little brothers
an sisters in kind the Ivory soapbar floated
he chose the one he wanted grabbed
two she didnt like itwasnt interested he wouldnt be
either gauntlets can be run by two
returninghanding her a beer Look at you . knockin’ it out of the park. I
was curious. We share similar tastes.
they did
Id say queer quirky
Quite. she grinned
I’m not usual fare, I put people off.
On purpose
I don’t think so. I am who I am, I
don’t play games.
None
Not usually.
You got games you think I
might play.
I got games youd play with me
Not afraid of hanging yourself
out to dry?
No We have similar tastes
You said
they did
it was raining
drops
rolled down the bedroom window playing before an intermittent sun that threw their
shadows an curlicues about the room
on her way to the bathroom she strippeddropping her clothing piece by
piece to begin a shower for them
he went to the windowbuying her some time a head start
and looking out he marveled raindrops were
climbing a rosebush they fended off others falling from the sky sidestepped
insensate dripping ones they climbed to
blooms and nestled in them remained
separate
before he
could call to her she called him
hed tell her
shed believe him
then strippingdropping his
clothes among hers he mused if the water
might be playing with her
she stood under the showerhead
back to him
elegantly tattooed to either side
of her spine at the small of her back Es cursive ornate the one left was
reversedtheir spines back to back reminded
him of Man Rays Le Violon d’Ingres
Beautiful
Thank you.
he put his arms around herheld her
breasts they stood under the spray breathinghearts pounding
he whispered into her ear Theres
a story
There
is.
Will
you share
Some
other time.
Ive
a story for you
A
bedtime story?
Yes for bed
she
giggledleaned deeply into him sighed No one
has told me a bedtime story since I was a little girl.
6AMish, Monday,
13 3. 23
1204, Monday
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