you could put whatever name you wanted to it

he called it Miscreant

hed be the miscreant

What do I do she asked as she tugged her black athletic top up

no amount of tugging was going to keep her inside it

she knew it

all evening shed tugged it up

all evening he enjoyed watching her doomed attempts

What do you do he laughed 
             RUN!

he startled her badly

her eyes bugged

she broke into a run fueled on the booze they imbibed and now this sudden panick

nervous laughter and hysteria broke in her throat

IM COMING TO GETCHA!

she wasnt athletic

her bodytype didnt allow it

he gave her a headstart a scarce miserable modicum of hope while taking in her round ass as she ran

he broke into a lop after her

RUN! IM COMIN!

he figured hed have her nearly at the corner under the amber cone of light descending from the streetlamp

her thick black hair heaving disappeared against her tank top and the night

only the white stitching on her jeans back pockets were evident     stride  stride  stride

she ran in a disorganised panick ahead of him

then he saw her silhouette against the light

he GROWLED as he beared down on her

he could hear her panting

then through her panick she asked  What are we doing

he GROWLED more ferociously

nearly at the corner he was nearly on top of her when she slipped awkwardly on the gravel and almost fell

she screamed

he grabbed a handful of her curly hair

she screamed again screamed as her feet started out from under her

he threw his arm around her his free hand clutching her full right breast his forearm crushing her left

he kept her from falling  

he could feel her heart pound against the veins in his arm 

he yanked her off her feet up against him

he began to slip

the gravel

among the gravel were emptied green husks

acorns maybe

an oily smell

no  olives  immature olives

there were larger orbs scattered too

dark brown galls

he wondered why the squirrels bothered with them

then obviously

they galled them

the laughter in his throat was menacing

she screamed again

SHADDUP!

then out of the darkness sculled a pale pinfeather

like a birchwood canoe bent on dumping its nonindigenous rider drown them in the fast deep river where eventually their flesh would split and tatter and their bones abraded by grit and flow would become slick and smooth as the hulls and gall

off to their right was a grassy incline under slivered shadows                                      

and with less effort than he thought or by the strength of his inebriation he staggered steps and twisted falling so she would land on top of him

the grass was long and aromatic

because of the incline and collected fallen leaves it cushioned their fall

he still had her by the hair and breasts  lessening his grip he turned her body towards him by her hair

she cried out

not a painful cry

her eyes were wide

her mouth wide

he pulled her face to his and kissed her

he let go of her hair

with both hands he pushed her shoulders up and away from him  

her legs went to either of his of their own volition

he could feel the heat and hardness of her pubic against his

leaning over him she shook her head

he could make out her large black eyes peering out through her tendrils of hair

Now you kiss me

her hands on his chest she did

then she arched her back and was off his mouth again

he reached up and yanked her top down tearing it at the neck

the clasp to her black bra was between her breasts

he sprung it and like batwings parted its cups

he grabbed her breasts and pulled her down to him down to his greedy mouth

he bit the inside of one and then the other

he could feel his cock growing against her groin

releasing her breasts her pulled her head her mouth again to his

kissing him she ground her hips against his cock

then breaking their kiss her hands to either side of his head her breasts crushed together between her biceps her nipples erect thin spittle like spiderwebs between their faces

wordlessly she looked into his face asking What

she smiled wolfishly

wolfishly he smiled back

they understood their mute language

her hands went to his jean buttons

his to hers

the oily olive smell gave way to their musk

they turned over and again over   over again on the cool long grass fucking each other above the intersection in the ribbed blind the tree limbs threw on them scarcely secreting their animal runting

two miscreants    

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the rising sun pricked the tents canopy

the birds roosting in the branches around them bickered and protested raucously(he was sure since Time Immemorial) airing what sounded like bitter or petty differences that enraged and plagued them

they were desperate to get them out spat out of their craws off their chests out of their thin confused skulls

his eye peeled open

                 closed it sensed scarce sunrays lashing the trees backs

he really liked the sound of his voice when he woke in the morning  deeper    gravelly

his girlfriends prompted him that when he woke to wake them and

Talk dirty to me

he got their blood up

their loins slick

hed slip down between their legs and talk loquaciously to them rapt attention to his diphthongs rolling his Rs plying tongue twisters playing with the button over their audio funnel with his thumb fingers and tongue

exquisitely applying his varied cummunication skills

his voice broke as he spoke to his tentmate  HeyUp in Adam

Whaa da fuck did I say(first time he recognised its parcels)

Man  I dont wanna sound homophobic but Id rather be Up in Kaneisha I imagine a morning deity whose skin is caramel brown whose figure harkens the Mother Goddess hips and breasts and black tresses curling on her head and descending like jungle vines over her shoulders to her spine and belly

What are you talking about

Huh

I dont mean to step too hard on your fantasy but it aint up in Adam you ever write it out its up and at em military bravado lingo up and at em get up and get on with your day aint a damn thing about Adam 

No Adam  I thought it was in connexion with being first Man the biblical Adam Adam possessive without need of an s because he owned intuitively everything he rose and entered the Wilderness the Garden its elements partook of the elemental day

Well  you certainly made it your own

I heard it as a kid roused from my sleep on top a heat register in the livingroom My dad put his toe in my ribs Up in Adam boy Move it Those papers aint gonna deliver themselves

No they wouldnt

He didnt have to do it too often

He wasnt gentle banging me in the ribs with his big toe

I suppose that makes sense

Its always made sense to me until you refuted it Corrected it Thanks

Youre welcome

You aint changing it are you

Nah

I really sold myself on Kaneisha      

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he had this crazed look in his eyes which was hard to discern

he was walleyed

he used them separate of each other uncomfortably discordant as if he was playing two hands of TwentyOne at a time excitedly eyeballing his hole cards                                        

then not looking directly at me or maybe he was and I couldnt tell he said
(Ill never forget it)                                              Were dealing with fanatics

and fanatics are always experts

Experts

       What do you call yourself

Call myself Of course Im an expert he said somehow oblivious droll to the content of his prior remark

Expert

Yes

Not a fanatic

No

How is the inverse of what you said not true                    

If a fanatic is always an expert inversely an expert is always a fanatic

Oh not necessarily  A fanatics expertise may be rooted in extreme or hyperbolic beliefs  Those beliefs rather than facts

can be articles of Faith

They are the faithful The Incorruptible

You see

(too tempting  though he balked refused the probably unintended bait) Ah  I appreciate your distinctions

My usual manner is to assume an expert is not someone of Faith 

I would not call a priest an expert

But you can appreciate that those he administers believe he is an expert if not then a learned respected member of the clergy and the Churchs hierarchy

I can appreciate that Though I would not say Faith is upheld by experts

one of his eyes trembled briefly feigning an inside move presenting him unaffected but it teased and lazily rolled back and off a brilliant egg yolk dropped centered in a frying pan slipped off to the side

Yes  A fine thing if experts had to qualitatively prove themselves against their breed

Theyre often mysteriously conferred commuted

And often nefariously

Then questionable

To us perhaps Agreed To their worldview where or how they ascended No

Unassailable experts

Im take no comfort in your words

the other eye parried its mates movement quivered then fuck it and relaxed to its haven

I intended no comfort

Probably why I didnt

Well  This has been vaguely stimulating

I couldnt tell if he was looking at me or not  Informative Thank you

Youre welcome

Much luck with your fanatics

Our fanatics Were tethered

I wish you better luck with your experts

Thank you

walking off perpendicular into the grass away from the park bench they met at and sat on he glanced over his shoulder one last time and caught him admiring two young women in little-left-to-the-Imagination running apparel who approached him on the path before the bench from either side 

he cursed him under his breath  Damn fish  smudged with latent humour

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