he moved into a quadraplex in the suburbs

Why you moving out of the city?

                                   it wasnt that she asked but the whole of the crowd he hung with

Im tired of being readily accessible

Accessible?

You havent any idea how frequently you stop the others stop

                                                                  My apartment isnt a salon

Were it a salon I might have thought to hold onto it but its more like an opium den people fuckedup stop at my place all hours bring beers booze wine to come  down

    They’re your friends.

Truth be known

                     Acquaintances

Me.

     Am I an acquaintance?

Were fond

              Were fuck buddies 

 

I don’t see me driving into the suburbs.

I work in the city where you live

 

 

figured what trouble could he possibly get into

he failed to take into account

                               families children they were awright husbands hadnt figured macho macho men and swang real wide  young wives

Minnesota

moved in late in the fall

snow came early

long winter

short spring

SUMMER

barbecues

quadraplex

had three immediate neighbours

                                    young families

why they took pity on him he could feed himself weekend barbecues not only in their cul de sac but right around the corner left or right

because he was single he was the rage  the envy   a target

                                                                  maybe city acquaintances werent that bad

unexpected consequences

                                 who knew

he learned

 

across the street catty corner their three little girls took to him rapped at his door they sat on the stoop he helped them with their homework treated them with frozen bananas they thought the cats pajamas

parents werent bright

                         doomed with razorsharp daughters

he was the oldest of boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom  eight

                                                                                       Catholic

children were second nature

Kyle daddy  suspicious

                            ignorance leans to suspicion

his wife Bunny

                  was grateful

he was the man her husband wasnt she was grateful her children were benefitting by his attention

    If they’re a pain, send them home.

Theyre intelligence  A time will come when they blow past me an then youll have your hands full  Theyre good girls

Bunny had occasional bruises

 

 

second summer

                   the but-why?ravenous girls other neighbourhood kids had cured him of city acquaintances quadraplex barbecues

fuck buddy visited

                      fit right in

Kyle

      more cockish 

 

one night a cry

                 catty corner

a terrible cry

he was downstairs reading

went out through the sliding glass door

                                         Bunny bucknaked ran across the street towards his place

Kyle in naked hot pursuit

told her Inside turned on Kyle middle of the street Back off buddy I hit back

                                                                                        fortunately they listened

Bunny went through the sliding glass then upstairs into the livingroom

                                                                           pulled a kitchen chair into it sat shivering

he came up the steps Jesus Bunny

Thank you thank you . . . broke off in tears

Youre safe

             he went right  from the cedar chest at the foot of his bed he grabbed a quilt his mother made for him when he was a boy almost had a fistfight with her for it when he left home

Here  Sit up  Let me wrap this around you

                                               standing before her he draped it over her

Thank you thank you . . . her face streaked with tears

                                                                she leaned her head against his belly

realised he was wearing evening boxers her warm breathpanting wove its way

                                                                              Thank you.

she put her hands on his hips

                                 Thank you.

AwJesus  he was getting aroused

                                      more breathy thank yous

she touched him gripped him stripped him he tried to feel badfeel guilt

                                                                     Thank you. Thank you.

Thank you. Hank you. Hank you.   Ank you . . .

                                                        naked wrapped in a family quilt

    she gave her hero head

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