Maybe I was a good dog in my past life he thoughtFetch she cried  Of course you were a doga very good dog in your last life

What are you talking about Elise

Fetch  I throw the stickyou fetch it  Bring it back to me  In your mouth

Maybe I was a good dog in my last lifeYou were a really good good dogyou can trust me on that

Trust you

Comeon  What you learned then you exhibit now

Im flummoxed

Listen  Ill lay it out for you   Then you fetch the stick

Okay   Convince me to fetch

You know Im an actress

Yes

Then you know I prepare for the roles I play 

Youre convincing Ive seen some of your characters

If I were preparing to play youIve watched you this past week

Its been a nice week

It has dont distract me

Nice weekreally nice week

Yes  As I was saying  You were a good dog   Youre a good dog now

I prefer buffalo

I could see that  

I see that

No matter   Let me lay this out

Im curious

Not as curious as you think handsome

Flattery  Im not prone to it

Youre not  Youre a dog   Let me lay this outplease

Go

I hate your Go

In a week  possibly a new record

she tilted her head forwardshook it  but under her auburncoloured blunt bangs her eyes smiled  Okay   Ill go

when she lifted her head and looked at him he was smiling at her  hed shaddup

A very good dog   Youre very focused   Ive observed you swimmingsingleminded  You swim alone  You write  A singular occupation  You read off alone by yourself   I havent seen youyouve said but by your body I know you lift  Also singularly   Given how you hone your life and are so happy with it  when you commit to someone or something youre all intheres no doubtno secondguessing   Youre a dog on a meatbone   Youve the faith of a dog

You make being a dog sound very seductive

So youll fetch

Being a dog I need a reward  a treatif you will

Yes  very doggish of you

she leaned the stick against her leg and brusquelywithout embarrassment none required as hed seen pulled her yellowbuttercoloured tshirt up over her head  her ample breasts swayed with her movement     Fetch

she threw the stick

he brought it back in his mouth

he slobberedhe treated her doggystyle 

their ahs  ohs  their laughter an sighs were music

1744,  Saturday,  16  12. 17

1257,  Sunday, 17  12. 17

he dreamt of two young boys bathing in an enormous white porcelain bathtub

what was remarkable about the dream was that the clawfoot tub was the one from the house he grew up in

the boys were towheadedseemed to be the same age

they holleredslopped water onto the tile floor

Hey  Yawanna keep it down boys he cried from a bedroom Im trying to study

his voice sounded as it did when he was younger

Okay they chorused  followed by inane laughter

he remembered laughing like that

he couldnt remember however when the last time was that he had  the bane of growing oldercarelessness  I could care less misplaced 

even if you werent growing up

somewhere between the howling and him mincing his thought the boys grew quiet and still in the bathroom

he listened

he could hear water moving   rhythmically

Boys  Whattaya up to

Nuthin  one voice 

nuthin meant something  it did when he was a kid

Nuthin

Nuthinnah    Nuthin  the same boy

the water moved rhythmically

Ahshit  he thought they were old enough that he didnt have to checked up on them  but they were boys and boysya give the lil muthafuckers an inch an theyre required to take as many feet as possible 

noiselessly he lifted the wooden chair he sat on off the wooden floor as he stood so it didnt betray him  he was in stockingfeet an knew the where the creaks and groans were in the floor so it wouldnt betray him  old houses couldnt help themselves from ratting on their occupants an since they couldnt help themselves you had to help yourself  he might have been better at it than his siblings  not that he was prone to being sneaky  he said it was stealthwhich later served him well 

he went out the bedroom door into the hall and up to the bathroom 

the kids werent allowed to have the bathroom door shut all the way  you could lock yourself inside but his folks had keys to every door  anif they had to unlock a door there was hell to pay 

all the kids had paid hell

they accepted it as a matter of being accountable

hell didnt hurt like hell for long  at least thats what he took away from his spankings  he didnt talk to his siblings about their punishments  the girls seemed to learn quick  or maybe it was simply they didnt like being spanked with the strap or hairbrush or whatever was at hand  parents were creative  his kid brother who couldnt be punished enough several times locked the door as theyd unlock it  unlocked locked unlocked locked unlocked locked unlockedwith a shoulder to the doorBAM kid brother pinwheeling on the floor  a hand at an arm leg foot hair  snatched and cracked  fuckin Olympians  made Vasily Alekseyevs ridiculous clean an jerks look like childs play

kid seemed never to learn

the door was cracked a couple of inches

the water moved rhythmically

he pushed it open several more inches and stopped it where in the next inch it would have creaked  plenty of room to lean his head inside

the boys were laying on the bottom of the tub in sudsy water 

they were smallershrunk perfect-to-scaleporcelain china dolls  one above the other feet towards the spout facing him though unable see him stick his head inside the bathroom for the tubs steep side  not that they would have  theirs eyes were shut

the one nearest the spout rested his head in the other boys lap

the other boy was moving his hipshis penis in the boys lathered head

Ahem he cleared his throatthe boys eyes popped open  whatcha doin

Im washing his hair with my penis

Is he doing a good job

He is

Im nearly done

Alright  I got concerned because suddenly there was no noise no splashing  Wanted to make sure ya didnt drown

No  We didnt drown

Good  That would have been tough to explain particularly since youre on my watch   Dont drown yourselves on my watch Ya got another five minutes

Nooo

Yes Five minutes  Dont make me come back in

he pulled his head from out between the door and the jamb knowing full well the next game was in five minutes pulling them out one at a time their slippery eel bits toweling them off as they slipped around like drunks on the wet tile laughing

1728,  Friday,  15  12. 17

1043,  Saturday,  16  12. 17

http://www.nytimes.com/2011/11/28/sports/vasily-alekseyev-69-champion-weight-lifter-dies.html

Vic Chesnutt  We Should Be So Brave  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=At4OGm2lR4o