You recall me sayindescribin myself   contumacious

she smiled sometimes her smile was wolfish  this was one of those times

                                                                                You mean cunt-tumacious?

I do I did  he laughed

she returned the volley her dimples crushed him

    chuckling

                 Cunt-tumacious  Meanin wha

Meaning.

            Willfully stubbornly disobedient . . . to authoritythat said . . you bend to me.

he mused

went off a ways

bending to pleasure

                        Yare hard to resist

Resist?

          Or oppose?you prefer to oppose.

I do I do

           Were a zesty pairing

Pairing.  Pairing?

                      Are we a pair?

Dyed in the wool  Convicted

another wolfish smile

made his cock hard

                         Youre takin me off stride

eyeing his crotch  Can you really walk with that?

No

      I meant figuratively

Literally . . don't think you can.

    Please.  Continue.

Watts  Arya familiar

No.

Way of Zen Writer Philosopher Contemporary of Timothy Leary   LSD

You’d think I’d be . . . knowing you.

We still have lotsanlots of doors to open

Doors of Perception?

Who

Huxley.

Thas my grrl

So . Watts?

Clever

I have my moments.

You do

         I read a quote by him on the columnthe offerings right of youtube Scribbled it down  Care to hear

Another descriptor?

Only in the sense when were not together

We do like our space and time.

We do

        Guard it jealously  Righteously

You’ll have me call him . . Mr. Watts?

No sorry  Alan   Alan Watts

What did he write that arrested your eye?

Arrested  Actually 

                     He wrote  A man who walks alone isnt broken

Or is a woman.

Or a woman

              Hes shes  becoming unbreakable

Ooh I like that.

    Can I give you a hand with that?

Tha  indicating his cock  is breakable if torqued too much  smiled

I haven’t broken it . . yet.

Nice pause placement

                                Get on it bitch

0941,  Wednesday,  23  4. 25

1245,  Wednesday

the guest he overheard her was his kind of woman

                                                   he was going to have to excuse himself all to hell and back to escape the woman he was talking with who never saw her coming waylaidambushed him

his host walked up as she continued to try to take his arm in hers possession is ninetenths the law cat nugged his shoulderexcused himself to the womenstepped one then a second back she smiled lasciviouslysipped her wine

quietly  Man, I wish I had her attention, woman loves to fuck, you’re getting laid tonight. The bedroom at the top of the stairs, left, is where I had your luggage placedChrist man, I wish I was you.

he turned to walk away then turned back

                                                       whispered Maybe I ought to say now it’s been nice.

You may be dead in the morning.

    chuckled  walked off

released she was at him again

                                  You’ll have to excuse me he was shaking her  a hint in her eyes she thought he might be  Im have to use the restroom normally hed say can

I’ll wait right here for you.

You shoudnt  Myself

                        I wait for no one a kind of hell and back  rude

No. I’ll wait here. barely rocked her boat 

Suit yourself  Excuse me

she sipped her wine

it was getting low

hed bet shed move to refilled replace her glass

                                                  he didnt see any waiters working this side of the pool beside the cabana a long table white linen lined with iced bottles of wine beer bottles of liquor mixers glasses canapés decorative bone china plates silverware napkins

tomorrow morning thered be breakfastbrunch arrayed in chafing dishes

his host wellheeled their circuitous meeting then friendship  loved to entertain

he usually ducked more parties than he attendedrather was coerced to attend

                                                                                   I’m beginning to think we’re not friends.

You have to come.

when he had to he did

the scrum his kind of woman was in had moved towards the house it had lost some participants those being womenfolk  her hangers-on were men

                                                 understandably

he wasnt built like that

he was provocative

                       adept at disrupted small clutches

culled

he walked directly into smattering

                                                     culled her

Joe

Adelle.

         How’d you do that?

Tha

Spirit me away.

You looked like you wished to be

                                   Though  you were who spiritedpainted all over your face

They saw They recognised it

    Werent cunts

Cunts?

Yes

it was curious to watch her turn cunts in her head

                                                     he wouldnt have said if he thought she couldnt handle it

read that in her face

                        how she held herself

confident

alluring

You said somethingI apologise I happened to overheardIm not one to eavesdrop

                                                                                    Was attracted to your voice

Then the  subject

    cunts quit turning

                          Subject?

Yes

     Ive no doubt you when you were prepubescent you were a knockout

almost an audible gasp

You recall your brief admonishment

You . . you thought . I was admonishing?

Definitely

            Ill rejoin my prior no doubt if youd like

she grinned  Christ the dimples

                                 What did I say?

Etched in my mind

    Yes. Go ahead.

they teased  Jimi  Excuse me while I kiss the sky

I still want a triangle in the front.

dimples deepened

I feelOh you felt  I feel like the full Brazilian would make me look like I’m trying to pass as a prepubescent.

    You know.

I think you dropdead exceeded . . . eavesdropping.

No no  Think of me as Ulysses

                                  My ears unstuffed

Siren sweetly singing

Jesus Joe.

Jesus Adelle

                    You spirited me away 

0920,  Wednesday,  23  4. 25

Brazilian quote from Lydia Millet’s  Atavists

Jimi Hendrix  Purple Haze  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WGoDaYjdfSg

Cream  Tales of Brave Ulysses  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WRSbjpXZYEA