indie (in thirds) 3/3

he broke off their kiss

took a  long  languid  moment  to looked down onto her cleavage    take her in

he pushed her breasts together with his wrists  

they swelled under his pressure

he tore her blouse open as she exposed him . . . . . . . .

she was strong

she was capable

she was flexible

she was versed

she was imaginative 

she was upside down on top under on her knees behind him she yelled he groaned he yelled

she groaned he ejaculated she ejaculated The fuck I never did You did tonight  she buried his mouth under her muffShaddup an use your tongue

 

they fumbled and fucked their way through the house to the bedroom

collapsed on the bed

                                  then he was taking her from behind  fearfully arching her back

a handful of hair  a handful of hip

she slammed backwards to meet his thrusts

  

theycollapsedonthebed

 

the moonlight laced and straitjacketed their bodies through the Venetian blinds

Whats that whats that  from the penumbra the shadows of his listing consciousness

Whats  That

she roused him

his arm was across the backs of her legs  a hand at the warmth between her thighs

his cheek against the cheek of her round ass 

What is that

Whats what

That

          a thin scratching   deliberation     pausing

scratching

That

Yes that

Thats indie

Indie

My cat

You have a cat

I do

I didnt see him

Hes a cat

Whats he doing

Scratching

Scratching what

Ahh    sounds like the bottom of his catbox

You should stop him

Stop him

Stop a cat

You stop a dog you dont stop a cat

Thats why I dont have a dog

Is something wrong with dogs

You have dogs

I do

Then you know what Im saying is accurate

You ought to stop him  It sounds ghastly

Ghastly                                                                                                                                           Thats not ghastly

Its ghastly

Then stop listening to it hes scratching hell stop when hes done

You ought to stop him

Again hes not a dog

Its ghastly

Ghastly

Whats ghastly is having a dog  his cold wet nose at my bits or yours when were in bed

And I cant tell ya the last time I heard the word ghastly  once  let alone what feels like a half dozen times

 

Then   stops   when

When hes good and ready to stop

Why is he scratching at his box

You wouldnt believe me if I told you

It sounds uncomfortable

Youre listening

Why is he scratching

Truth of it He hears the chinaman

The what

The chinaman  Chinaman

The little yellow man

You said chinaman 

Youve got to be kidding me   there was something in her voice

What

         the Chinese man

--

The difference please

The little yellow man  what the hell

The hell what

Chinaman                                                                                                                                          Am I racist

Chinaman  Little yellow man

Indie hears him rooting around on his side of the world  Drives him nuts

And the chinaman hears indie scratching from under him and drives him nuts

Im for indie  I say get the little bugger

Digs him up

Brings him to this side

An Illegal  perhaps  but I got things he can do

Hell he can grow rice in the backyard  He can make wūdōng noodles  I can hide him in my shoe when Immigration shows on the complaints of my neighbors  Some of them dont like a single guy living in their midst or misery whichever it is  I might suppose you missed their mushroom heads popping up etched in their windows last night  Thats my Neighborhood Watch  My neighborhoods little voyeurs  Then I irritate them because now they have to wash their nose smudges from the insides of their windowpanes  Its a pain yes them wanting to know my business and me completely and utterly uninterested in theirs  Therell be Immigration  Therell be more wideeyed Neighborhood Watch  Homeland Security Color Codes  Wrong Im sorry I misspoke its the National Terrorism Advisory System  N T A S  Heard of it  Began April wha 2011  I might be coding a Severe Red with my neighbors and them thinking they can wave it like a cape before a bull

They got it right  Im a bull  but Im not a stupid bull

And Ping  Id call him Ping  unless hed prefer something else

He can do our laundry  Well have fresh clean wash  Properly ironed shirts  He gets freshly creased pajamas

And maybe what the hell  complete the fantasy  he throws down and wears pigtails for me

Comon  You cant tell me there isnt an upside if indie unearths the chinaman

I mean right now

Then

No more scratching

 

--

Listen

You dont hear him anymore

scratchscratch

                               scratch

Damn

(the Tyrantosaurus reared up in him  got its toeclaw hooked at the pit of his throat)   

indie probably couldnt hear Ping over his yakking

                                                                                                              0038,  Thursday,  8  1. 15 
                                                                                                              1325,  Saturday,  10  1. 15
                                                                                                               1507,  Sunday,  11  1. 15                                                                                                                                                                                                                  

indie (in thirds) 2/3

outside the restaurant  thoroughly satiated and warmed through and through with their food

and fascinating conversation

he asked if shed like to come over to his place for a nightcap

Ill drive if you like

No Im fine  Ill meet you at your place

he gave her his address as he walked her to her car   she knew its whereabouts

he found her sense of direction very attractive

he shut her car door firmly and stepped back as she started its engine

she rolled her window down  When are you going to kiss me

Kiss you  Perhaps Ill kiss you when we have our nightcap

I can be your piece of chocolate

I like chocolate

Then youre gonna love me

she backed her car out of its space  music began on her stereo  she pulled out onto the street
the music waft in the air behind her

as did her scent

he walked  mused  across the quiet park to his car  listening to a slow wind tickling the trees naked branches
a large owl started and lunged from an upper branch  it went silently through the black sky like a pale spectre

its presence felt curiously appropriate

he was sure she would have wished she saw it too

he took his shortcuts and walking from his parked car up the front walk he heard her music approaching

he was anxious to smell her again

then he saw her headlights sweep the houses and their front yards across the street from his
negating their limpid yellowlighted squared and rectangular windows

he walked back down the sidewalk to the street and stood at the curb as she got out of her car
her hair was wild  she rode with the window open  she didnt go to her hair with her hands
she tossed her head like an assured animal

animal looked good on her

You found me

Were you lost 

I get lost plenty  Keep a sheet of paper posted at work  you see it when you walk into the office
It says

            Ive gone to look for myself  If I should return before I get back  keep me here
she laughed 
Ill bet you do

Thats a wise bet 

Im usually a good bet
         

Im interested in your bet on our nightcap

You will not be disappointed 

You sound confident 

If you like  you can give me your panties now

Who says Im wearing panties

Drambuie  served in a snifter  warmed with soft blues and candlelight

halfway through their abundant drink  sitting side by side on the sofa  he moved a bit closer to her

So  about those panties

Distracting  arent they
Yes                                                                                                                                                   Good 

I was beginning to think I couldnt throw a curve past you 
You can throw all the curves you want at me   you got em

Thank you
  
No  thank you
  
Would you mind getting my purse  I left near the door on that atrocious chair

Atrocious
I repossessed that atrocious chair

It wasnt on the inventory but I figured I wasnt going to see any money on the deal

so I took it 
Took a double barreled shotgun hidden in the hall closet  everybody wants their guns nearby accessible  the two shells in it 
And because I was looking to equalise my losses and sublimate my livid outrage at having to do the damn repossession
                                       I took two bottles of nice tequila

He really surprised me  didnt strike me as a guy who liked tequila
       

                                                                        OH  and a huge bottle of change         Heavy 
The cat dropped lots of old silver dollars in it
Too bad it went missing

The chair  is still atrocious
  
Atrocious  like beauty  is in the eye of the beholder
Its vintage  original fabric goldenrod    not orange or yellow
  
My my

walking the purse back to her she slipped forward on the sofaseat to take it from him 
her skirt edged up ever so higher 
tantalising

he stood before her  thought Nice thighs

she smiled  the purse on her lap  and simply opened it
laying folded  on top  was a pair of black lace panties 
Pretty  arent they
  
Yah pretty

Dont take this the wrong way 
but Id love to see you in em
  
Mebbe  If you play your cards right

                                                       And now   chocolate

she reached up to him and deftly began to undo his belt buckle
she stripped it from his waist

he went down on the sofa  a knee beside hers  kissed her with his hands at either side of her blouse  at its delicate seams  bodice to sleeves
she yanked his shirt out of his pants  exposing his belly  and kissing his belly her hands went
to his pant and began unbuttoning him
he could feel her breasts between his wrists  her heart beating  his blood rushing in his veins
he broke off their kiss

took a  long  languid  moment  to look down onto her cleavage    take her in

he pushed her breasts together with his wrists 
they swelled at his pressure
he tore her blouse open as she exposed him. . . . . . . .

0038,  Thursday,  8  1. 15

1325,  Saturday,  10  1. 15

1507,  Sunday,  11  1. 15