what the hell was his name
best to bulletpoint say with an illegal automatic they were so many holes
to peer through
Missoula Montana
three storey boardinghouse
Heartbreak Hotel
painted on a
shingle above the front porch entryway hung on eyelets and hooks fell from time to time when the wind came in
from the north
took a bus north from Salmon
walked over from the depot
almost
had his name
Jack
Bruce
not
Cream asshole
Lenny
not
a comedian
till they ate shrooms
small dank room
Murphy bed
wardrobe
magazines scattered on a small round table between two windows that looked out onto the street across to another boardinghouse
sheaves of porn National Lampoon
MAD Guns and Ammo Knife World oddly Better
Homes and Gardens Rolling Stone underground newspapers
the boardinghouse across the way
titillating nighttime silhouettes on shades roiling curtains
water closets
end of the hall on each floor
had to take a leak
cant remember his name
cracked painted door
closed
rapped on it
Come in.
candlelighted
chick in a lionfooted porcelain tub
takin a bubblebath
commode across from the faucets
Excuse me
he went to back out other heads up a flight or down
No.
You can take a leak.
I can help
ifya like.
why wouldnt he like
Sure
she scooted onto her knees
bubbles slicklydripping off her tits
he opened his pants
she took his cock
Pee.
he did
she directed his stream
what was his name
what was his name
Some fun huh?
he finished
she shook him
then
kept
shakin stroked
he turned towards her
Ah ah ah.
Not suckin’ your cock,
handsome.
pickedup the pace
slicklystroking
vigorously
rocket struck hershe tipped her head back saved face
in
the throat suprasternal notch
residual throbs
dolloped
her chest
she let go of him
rubbed with both hands his cum
on her tits
then off her knees saddled onto her ass
scooted back settled in again
smiled warmly
didnt
see that coming
Happy Ending, kiddo.
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