the girl on a fortyfive to his right sat on an upholstered bench  her back to the wall food beer on a long shared table chairs opposite  caught his attention 

he watched her enter among a slew of people

                                                  she stuck out

he sat at the bar on a swivel stool his beer Italian beef behind him as he faced an elevated big screen on the wall opposite to watch #2 Michigan Wolverines play #1 Ohio State Buckeyes  one of the great college rivalry

she didnt seem interested in the game  talked amicably with the women to either side of her to two others across the table

they werent interested in the game either 

                                             were attended by dates  boyfriends

the girl was stag

it was raucous fans were dressed in colours in jerseys hollered across the dining floor at one another in good humour good spirit 

he had come because he anticipated a good game  didnt own a TV  

casually he glanced over at her several times  

                                                 admired her

looking over again he found her looking right at him

she smiled

he reachedgot his beer held it up towards her  nodded 

she picked hers up from the table held it  returned his nod

they drank

approaching half he noticed her beer was nearly empty

still seated where they were he motioned if shed like another

                                                                   she nodded

he got the barmaids attention ordered drinks

once squared up he turned to her

they cheered  sipped

                       remote   but she was certainly put a hop in his step

her table became awfully animated the women who had sat around her had been displaced by guys and each vied for her attention

                  she was attractive 

the clutch around her grew guys stood

                                          by fourth quarter he couldnt see her any more

then the game was over

the mob fled

she was mixed up in it somewhere 

at the table her glass was empty

                                    a pint everyone else had been drinking from bottles

it was nice to notice againnice to be noticed

    felt like momentum

which he also hadnt felt in a long time 

it encouraged him

                       someday 

something akin to this may turn into  momentous momentum

till then

         bided his time

Saturday,  18  11. 06

2340,  day-between-2-Ts,  4  12. 24

the California wisteria embracing the backporch is rusting

                                                              being denuded by the coming winter season

things it hid are being exposed and theyre uncomfortable in the sunlight

                                                                             squeezing their eyes shutbeg for the relief of soft moonlight  shades of night to efface their hard boundaries

theyll miss the wisterias summer green foliage that enlarged themwoke their imaginings

not that they didnt anticipateexpect it

                                        just that theyre neverready for winter   again  minimised

they are rocks

                  who imagine themselves the mountains they were wrought from composed in the womb of time

they are emptied seashells

                               who imagine themselves wet  occupied by strange flesh

they are blacksmithed square nails

                                        who once hugged planks roughhewn beams listened to the complains cries laughter of nowdead children

in the sunlight

                 they are static  singular

but not in his eyes

                     inside the wisterias greens  hidden  they are something else

he knows

    as night falls he lights a cigar

                                      and listens to them  bathe   restore  their memories histories

Friday,  17  11. 06

1220,  day-between-2-Ts,  4  12. 24

Youre in trouble with this one

     I know  I knowI know

I know you know

So why the conversation

                            Don recall askin for it

Your conscience was busythought Id step in tellya play your cards close to your chest

My cards

Yah  They may be all thas protecting your heart from this one

Shes something

Blonde too

    Canya believe it

    No Havin a bit of trouble swallowin tha

I know

You don care for blondes

I know

Since I arrived  I cant remember you dating a blonde

    Me neither  Freckles helped

She remind you of someone

Yah

      Treads near a spitting image

Who

Monica Vitti

Youll have to bring up the internet Google show me

For some other time

                       Let it be take me at my word Her spitting image

Right

       Shes coming back Ill leave ya be

 

she leapt up onto the foot of the bed was bucknaked

                                                         she squattedknees wide putting her hand to her mouth she spoke through her fingers That was amazing! I think I really rattled you.   grinninglaughed

Freakin imp he thought laughing her squat deepenedcompressed as her frivolity waned the compression liftedcame away

Youre such a screwball

So are you . . . Mister.  Really got you goin’turned you on.

Yahyadid

            Triggered  something

Should have seen your face.

                               I thought . . Ohmy! I’m gonna get it now.

Tell me bout it  Made me harder yet

                                       she launched up the bed into his armsscrambled under the coverslide her leg over hisher pussy tight to his thighgrinded on him a couple of seconds

                                                                     looked him in the face   So.

he kissed her forehead bridge of her nose

kissing deeply

                she grabbed his cock like it was a saddle horn

There’s my boy.

    So.   Mister . . . what?

Wha

I was thinking when I went to the bathroom.

                                                 Mister what?

Misters plenty

Play with me.

he grabbed her nipple gave it a strong pinchshe GULPed

                                                               HAAA blew out of her

tugged him again

I think Misters plenty

    I was thinking. she had marvelous thoughts he didnt interrupt

                                                                    I was thinking. her eyes went upwent left

I was thinking it’d be fun, just on occasion, if we had a last namebut not yours.

Not mine

    No.

Something occur to you

she smiled hugely dimples went deep street football Go behind the Buick Ill hit you there

                                                                                          Yees.

First thought I dismissednot keen on Italians.

Youre killin me lemme hear

giggled Fuckmetillimsilli.   

Youre right

An I don’t as you know care for vermicelli.

Sillicelli

Yeah.

        Immediately had another thought. sometimes she was like a waterfallloquacious easily on par could match his streaks

Whadaya think of . . Drummond?

    Drummin

End with a D. I follow youbeat me like a drum?

Yah

Yain’t gettin’ that past me.

    On occasion  I coud see on occasion

Yes. Thank you.

                  Prior to, but I dismissed it, associated Drummond with Ramrod.

Drummond’s subtle an’ll, as I witnessed, know it can bring out the animal in you.

Mister.  Drummond.

Yah

      Something clicked

she tugged tuggedtugged

                              Clicking?

Mister.

0550,  day-between-2-Ts,  4  12. 24

1048,  day-between-2-Ts