the phone rang
and rang an rang an
rang Comeon, pickup pickup pickup rang
Hello?
Sephora.
Ariane. What you doin’calling,
you’re at wor . .
. . I took fiveyou’ll
never guess.
I won’t.
No guess.
I can’t.
Awright. Of all the gin joints in all the towns in all
the world . . . he
walks into mine.
Jesus. Joe?
Exactly what I said.
Jesus
Joe. Exactly.
What
the hell?
Yeah yeah yeah.
You a Beatle?
Quit.
You . . interestedhe interested?
You wouldn’t believe the
reparteeDonnie’s clueless.
Donnie’s there?
Joe’s apparently a friend.
Bets?
They’re awfully familiar. Yeah probably.
Any bets?
No. Bets ain’t Joe’s type we’re
Joe’s type she laughed I didn’t want to catch you with your
knickers down if I showed up with him.
laughed harder
Droppin’ ‘im right nowHellya,
bring his sweet cock home.
Cock. Ariane got misty I dug
his tonguelike a butterfly.
Oh man yeah that too. He was
inspired.
Wait. You’re not cockteasin’ me.
OhHell no I wouldn’t do that no sooner than he said hello he asked about
you.
Well. Ofcourse. We’re memorable.
Fuckedsucked us memorably.
We did awright by him.
Almost till he was unconcho.
Riffin’ Zappa.
I am.
He looks so fuckin’good.
Tasty?
Ohmygod.
I didn’t think we’d ever
run into him again.
Fuckin’epic.
What you think?
Never as good as the first time?
Yeah.
I’m game.
Yeah I’m in.
Thought we’d start, candles, a bubblebath.
Sephora snorted He almost drowned us.
We almost drowned him.
Yeah yeah.
Got your manacles?
Bracelets.
Awright. Touchy. Bracelets.
Thankyou . . your hemp rope?
Never far from my heart.
they howled
realised simultaneously itd be another
first time
Sephora Ask
him home.
I’m tellin’him.
Go grrl.
Now don’t go spoilin’ your
appetite.
they HOWLED
1234, Saturday,
4 11. 23
1657, Saturday
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