February 10, 1999 |
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DAMON: (referring to the novelette we are writing together) I'm working on it RF: Cool. I am so damn proud of Geek. I showed Alabama a printed out draft last night. It ended up being 8 pages of 8 point single-spaced type. He was reading it in the dark of my living room around midnight last night. I had to stop him from reading on so we could get to our movie. (At the theatre Alabama fingered me, got me to cum- royally- in the 5th row of the Meridian 16. A Simple Plan was a pretty damn good Bill Paxton flick. Even without the hand job.) But mostly, I love our story Geek so much because I have no idea what direction you plan to take it. I love it how you throw your keen, weirdo wisdom into the story. I remembered how absurd it sounded at first when you introduced Charles the hunchback dwarf. Now, ol' Charles is a major character in the story! Oh, yeah. Oh, do I ever have plans for that damn hunchback...but I am mostly studying the motives of the murder and the curious forensics by the Sheriff. I am depending on you to keep it fresh and full of sex. DAMON: miss you like fuck though. RF: I miss you like fuck. Yeah. Said like a true stoner. DAMON: ahh, I miss fucking, but juicy peach RockyGirl is comming along nicely. RF: Okay. Tables are turned a bit here. So I am going to throw this sex at you. I will try to describe me more than him....Christ though D. I got the royal onceover last night. He gave my whole engine a good tuning. I purred for him. Oh yeah. Fucking Alabama is so damn nice. I got really smart over night too. On top of making the decision to keep my pot at home so I don't risk getting fired and arrested, I also remembered to bring my pack of condoms to Al's place last night. I got that rubberpack a long time ago with Josie. She was so used to buying condoms that she actually had a preferred brand. (You WOULD ask me what the brand was.) I am sure the box she bought that November day has long since finished it's task. While my box of sleeves were left visibly unused in the medicine cabinet. Well. Now those condoms are out of my cabinet. Condom's should be on the bedside of a lucky man. Not teasing a girl while she brushed her teeth. Anyhow. The housemate let me in and told me Alabama was downstairs on the phone. I kid you not, he was really talking to his mom last night. I goofed around on his bedroom floor, trying not to be too much of a pest while they talked. But once bipass surgery was mentioned, I gave him his privacy. I closed Al's basement door behind me, and I joined his 60 year old housemate while he watched the television. It looked like one of those modern lawyer shows, but I really wanted to know more about Silas? Shit. That wasn't his name. I always have been shitty with names. But I do remember, however, the old man told me that Shalom meant Hi, goodbye and peace all at the same time. The brass-framed cross stitch word hung on the wall like a welcome mat. I asked him what it was like being Jewish. He laughed...... I laughed with him. I know, it sounded stupid. But like I told him, he was my first Jewish guy and I wanted to hear his side of it. Well. Silas said wisely, with his tan poodle Latte asleep on his lap. What denomination are you? I was sitting down as I answered: Agnostic? SILAS?: So, what's it like being Agnostic? RF:Oh, pretty carefree. I have an underlying spirituality, but I don't talk about God much. I just live and enjoy my life. SILAS?: Well, that's what Jewish is like. Only there is only certain kinds of meat we don't eat. RF:Oh heck, I know all about that. I am a vegetarian. SILAS?: I am halfway there. I just found out I have cancer, and my liver (or heart, can't remember which of his organs was ailing now) has always been bad. RF:It's not that hard being a vegetarian. I just substitute meat with chocolate and icecream. SILAS?: (While waking Latte with a gentle hand. Latte looks back lovingly) Ahhh icecream. Me and Latte here have nearly gourged ourselves to death on the stuff. Right Latte? RF:What made you want to get a poodle anyway? (Not meaning for it to sound asshole) SILAS?: I saved him. Someone was beating the heck out of him. He wouldn't let me touch him at first and hid all the time. RF: (smiling at the happy toy poodle) Looks like he made quite a recovery. At that time I went back down to hang with Alabama and his mom on the receiver. RF: (before I left Silas? to his modern lawyer show.) Shalom. Mom says hi, Al tells me while cupping his hand over the speaker. RF: (hesitant) Hi mom. (Woe. I used to refer to Barron's mother the same way.) Alabama was still anchored to the phonecall, so I sat on his butt and took one of his red socks off. I bit his feet. He was laughing, just a tad. I could see the military way of restraint, but I liked his discipline. I licked his footpads with a pointy tongue. I sucked his big toe. He was very disciplined, so I put his sock back on. He thought I was funny and cute. I was like a bouncy kitten with a new ball of yarn. I hung off of him and he tried to stand. He could do it, and I still hung off his hips. My legs never even touched the ground, until he collapsed on top of me. Humans are supposed to wrestle I think. I can feel it in my very nature. I will have to stop here unfortunately. Just when the story was getting more ripe. I will paraphrase what happened: Only 1 hour of sleep again. I told him how to suck my clit hood. He showed me the scar he got from his military pins jabbing into his shoulder blades. The pins were new. He got promoted, and all the guys on the lineup had to honor his pins by punching them. The sharp metal prongs stuck him every punch he got. DAMON: wish I could get a blow job. RF: Oh yeah. I gave one doosey of a peckersuck last night too. Didn't follow through though because I wanted his cum in my snatch. |
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