Quit with tha

I don’t think so.

You think youre being clever

he made a face near a sneer

Youre not

I think, I was being inventive.

    Once Ill give you once

                                But yacant keep going back to well

Upset you didn’t think of it?

Says the man who struggles with the Seventeenhundreds Eighteenth Century

                                                                                    Note I plucked your chord

Eighteenth  Eighth   Be happy with tha

                                            I donwanna hear it nomo

Why should I respect what you want?

                                               Occur to you that you disrespected me?

The clever Eighth Decade

                                 No

Youre not seein clearly

You didn’t even acknowledge it when I first said it.

    Wha was to acknowledge

                                    You think you deserved a pat on the back

Ill pat ya on the back if youll quit

You should have done that when I first said it.

No

       No no

   Why the fuck not?

Heard you

              Also heardsaw in my eyes I do tha  whaya didnt

Pray tell.

               What didn’t I?

Pronouncing your deficit

Deficit. My deficit?

 

    E D man

                Your E D

I hope Im not around to witness you telling a room with women in it about your clever Eighth Decade of life

7Amish,  Saturday,  29  8. 26

https://www.mayoclinic.org/diseases-conditions/erectile-dysfunction/symptoms-causes/syc-20355776

This is Emission Control, how can we . .

. . Help.

This is Emission Contro . .

. . I need your help.

How can we help?

Help me withhold.

Withhold?

Yes.

       My emission.

Are your hands full?

Yes.

First, squeeze the tip of your cock very hard between your thumb and indexfinger.

I’m not touching myself.

This is Emission Control. Please repeat yoursel . .

. . I’m not touching myself.

    No.

           Not in the slightest?

No.

    I’m last in a conga line and she’s killing it, she’s taking everyone deep, quaffing, the guys are losing their minds. Dammit.

                          She’s freaking amazing. Complete abandon.

This is Emission Control. CLOSE YOUR EYES.

I can still hear them her.

You said your hands aren’t full.

Affirmative.

Shove your fingers in your ears.

Oh man, great idea . . . . but . . .

    What? This is Emission Control.

                                        But what?

I blew my load.

    Be very careful you don’t slip on it.

Emission Control. Logging off. 

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I don like it

Smear?

Jah

        For whaever reason hes replaced spectrum with it

    Smear.

 

Anas hes sayin he puts the heel of his hand on the table the counter slides it across the surface for emphasis

Why does it bother you?

Onomatopoeia    Smear Piss

                                     Their sound irritates me

Which he knows anwhy he does it

    To irritate you.

Jah

         To get back at me for irritating him

How do you irritate him?

Not intentionally

                       He cant keep up

Can’t keep up, how?

My mind races My mouth tries to keep up

                                                He gets lost in the wake in the dust

When I realisesee tha I have  I stop wait for him to catchup

Which means?

I have to repeat myself after Ive already said

                                                            Man  Woudya keep up

Its not intentional

My mind goes

 

So . . . tit for tat . irritations.

Apparently

                 Smears his new go-to

    I don even like it coming out of my mouthJesus

 

I don’t know what to say.

    But ya know wha not to say thank you very much

a gay laugh pealed out of her throat her dimples bloomed

                                                                             dug she didnt cover her mouth  her fuckin dimples

      

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Yeah. Swear.  That’s the line.

    Once again please he frowned slightly  he should know this not have forgotten it From Luck Be a Lady tonightjah

Yeah. The lyric is a lady doesn’t wander all over the room and blow on some other guy’s dice.

Jeez  Blow on some other guys dice

                                       Sneeze hard  E falls away  Blowin something else entirely

Oi  

laughs  Enamored huh?  Oi.

                                  I’ll second that. Amen.

Amen  Men Woudnt join tha conga line

                                            Im more a mans guynot gayknow where your heads going  Prefer one on one

Discreet

Unless

  

    Unless?

If thaswha makes her happy

A conga line?

Jah  Youre familiar

Yeah. Dance in a line, go around in a room like a snake.

Jah

        Once upon a time  In a basement

Gal was pretty liquored up an decided to let her freak flag fly

Freak flag?

She came in from the happenins in the backyard Took a beer out of the cooler on the kitchen floor

If anyone’s interested.

                              I’ll be in basement.    Come down anI’ll blow you.

Four of us did

                  Helluva conga line

Oi

     Jeez

Memories

    Ill not ever forget tha

I gotta say, I probably won’t either.

                                         Four guys?

Pants around our ankles no commentary

                                             Just gobblegobble

Last guy in line blew his load on the concrete floor before she got to him

                                                                             Went limp

She flicked his cock

                        Said too bad buddy, you work on it, I’m not working that hard.

It flopped around like a warm hot dogcoudnt get hard for the audience

She chugged her beer smacked her lips

                                            Thanks, boys.

And beat it  Left

                   Not him

You’re shitting me.

Nah

         Coud racked it up to youthful indiscretion if I wasnt trying hard to perfect it

Oi.

Perfect jah

                A perfect emission    

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Sinatras Luck Be a Lady  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MfiKk4wxiVM

joking  How did I get caught up in this conversation?

You were being a good host.  her finger worked the lip of her glass

the second chimed  You asked if our drinks needed refreshing.

Yes. I did.

Brought it on yourself. 

                          So what’s your feeling on the subject?  her finger came off the lip dipped in her gin gimlet touched it to her tongue

 

she was killing him

he looked at her friend

she was killing her too

Don’t be shy.

was he obvious

his nether shifted slightly

looked again at her friend

she seemed to have moistened too

 

    finally he said  Shy?

Are you going to have a hack write your obituary? This had become the subject of conversation.

We enjoined it, because, well, frankly, we agreed.

The others did not. They departed.

Evidently didn’t deem it polite cocktail party chitchat.

he cleared his throat

                        Seems so. seamy also occurred to him  A hack?

I’m writing mine. she said absently stirred her gimlet with her finger  A hack, yes.

She means, who knows us better than we know ourselves.

So, therefore, our obituary should fall to us, not someone who thinks they know us.

in unison they said as the grabbed his arms with their free hands  You get it.

                                                                                   they grinned

he grinned joining in

                           So . . they just walked off?

Scurried. said twizzle finger

he asked Hack send them on their way?

No. I believe it was . . . obituary. I have to imagine contemplating their death wasn’t in this evening’s scheme of things.

             You seem okay.

I’m a realist.

You won’t scurry away?

Not unless you need your drinks refreshed. Ladies?

                                                        he crooked his elbows offering each an arm

Shall we proceed to the bar?

 

as they crossing the veranda the hacks separatedformed a narrow avenue

                                                                                 quietly he remarked We must be what bane looks like.

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