Almost Daily

This is how he lives, this is his home.


If she sees one man, how that he lives, maybe she is unabashed, diving into his things. She goes inside his home, where she pauses, she stands up to wish him well, only to her full essentials.

Having not taken into account his words, she doesn’t hear his words, but of a life she lives, a life she remembered, she doesn’t know words.

I’ll tell ya one thing though. That she lives up there in the sticks and there’s not one damn thing anybody can do about it.


He sees her coffeemaker was different than his, this after he pays her a visit. He usually does, he visits her in the early A.M. His coffee pot wasn’t the same as hers, like the one person’s whose life he shares, the one he had at his home where him and his wife lives.

“I like you, your preying eyes and mind and your preying hands!” She texts him in a message. This was almost daily.

“Are you pretty today,” he texts her too, as these were his brief messages. These messages almost always were never answered, each having their own terse meaning.




What do you do when you realize you have no other choice but to address something head on. Young people are always busy. They are of the adventurous types also and when they are amongst their friends, they’re moving about freely as if carefree. They don’t care too much because it’s the attraction of a friend, of young friends, a particular person of interest, it’s that way, they’re unmovable.

And it’s in the suburbs the proper part of town where they’ll go and meet with their friends. Jessica has a few close friends, I knew all too well. This was usually to go to the local subway stations, the ones above ground. This is in Chicago. The station’s conveniences are providing a brief shelter a waiting area made available to the public. This is where they’ll get their tickets and decide which direction of travel they’re going. However most of them have a student pass of multiple uses.

They were these teenagers then, I’ll get run over I know I will but I felt so good for them, no, bad for them because they may know I’ll sleep in a fancy hotel. I always keep an eye out for Jessica though. She’s had a troubled childhood with her mother and father.

“It doesn’t matter, if I care it matters!”

She’s putting Jack into a position, his wife is, as if by choice and this has hurt him, although he has already stated that in his text, “Hurting me, hurting you!”

She corresponds with a raging text message all in caps. He reads it and says, “Maybe I’ll hold on to that thought for a moment.”

This was about Jessica. She needed the support of her family. There weren’t many to help her do this, but Jack and his wife Marilyn had a rather large home, it was nice. Jack was financially secure. Let’s just say that he was unlikely to starve to death.

He needs a break from his daily activities and Jessica does too, she was this type of person, easy going, she let her uncle Jack come up for the weekend. She had been hustling and dealing, although all that had suddenly stopped and so did the money. The house where Jessica had lived there was a never-ending saga of old friends, strangers coming in staying a while and passing through.

“What’s his game?” Jessica had open thoughts about her uncle Jack.

“Yeah Jessica, I want to get these groceries home so I can cook them, so ‘we’ can cook them. I want my belly full with beer, full with wine, a happy hour with hors d’oeuvres.”

The ones he likes also to have visitors, those of her friends. First, he wants to checkout, the cash register is slow he wants to get through these long lines at this supermarket. “Darling, this is very troubling, of course we don’t live here in this town, you know.”

He remembers Jessica and her tumultuous affairs with the wrong crowd, gangs. He’s been looking after her since her parents have died and at such an early age. Jack’s friend Sammie just lives around the corner. So he needs to go visit Ole Sammie, “I’m on a mission,” Jack says.

Sammie hangs out most of the time in his basement. He was a Machinist at the railroad shops. Sammie likes his whiskey.

Yeah, I thought to go by the old man’s house around lunch time today but when I do this I want to take his watered down version of his frivolities, not his bullshit, I mean put it aside. It’s just oh, what stories he can tell you. Yes, I get that, I really do!

There’s plenty to do down there below the surfaces, and with the old man, he’s just that kind of person. It’s just that he’s ‘The Man’ that’s it, the one person a fellow can talk to, About Anything!

He’s a dirty old man alright, Jack thought, and he likes to talk about stuff. It’s fantastic even, fully beneficial but still different strokes for different folks, and we know to learn from him, oh how we’re learning. Now, he’s a lonely old man and what the heck, it wouldn’t hurt a damn thing to go visit him.

“I like to put myself at risk and give him some of my own experiences and these are my little stories of what I did and shit. I’ll ask him what the hell he would have done, so that the next time I will remember.”

And what did I let fly. Shall we begin. I told this to the Old Man:

They were these hippies, this couple back in those days and this is just my opinion, and her hands, I’ve started running towards them because she is one of my friends online. She is, but he’s not. It’s a strange case you know, because there are still many who are leery of today’s technology and the internet.

I’ve noticed that in her posts she stays away from all of the stark realities, those posts when you see them, they are referred to as sarcasms which are along the lines of hate and disdain perhaps despair. I wonder if she represses these thoughts. You know everywhere you look there are these smudges of dirt in our daily lives, it’s just the way things are. And don’t get me started because I could forever dig up sarcasm, it’s scary and undisciplined, perhaps it’s where insanity begins.

IMO she’s adopted a more supple approach outwardly to her Facebook posts, no doubt she appears obviously to be filtered, finds herself to be very comfortable with her husband’s government job and with his salary even though he’s dying of the cause.

Please contain me here, perhaps she doesn’t know the facts or has out weighed the odds. Help! Who is to trust anymore. As for myself, I’d get the hell out of that situation so fast it’d make your head spin. He hazards himself knowingly, I know this because I know them personally and I’ve gone over to their home on several occasions. I’ve know him for what seems a lifetime.

It has to be the Church and the services they attend regularly which curtails our little friendship. I can’t seem to get him out of going to church not even for a day, for us to go ride our motorcycles somewhere it’s not happening. It seems weekends are perfect for riding and Sundays are no different. She would never let him forego their church services on a Sunday morning in order for us to go riding on Sundays.

She seeks closer friends of her liking, as she’s stated, “Sundays are for going to church and resting.” Well, that’s a bit old fashion isn’t it. The fact is I can’t stand to do such as that or to eat a big Sunday dinner and then read the newspapers and eventually take a nap afterwards, no way.

I can’t seem to get him to go the distances, between her and him there’s just no way. I remembered one year it was our last hurrah together, one last ride of the season where we waved goodbye on that last turn we made where we ended it on the fly. This was in October, shall we begin… Now in December of that same year we received a Christmas card from them, this was her doings. Oh, it was their usual Yuletide blessings. You can imagine, in her own writing she wrote, “See you all next Spring!” Hello, we just live across town from each other!

So in my opinion she goes to her church for various reasons but primarily I think because she has a crush on the pulpit minister. I have to believe that she sits close to the front row and towards the center aisle in order for him to have a better look at her and for him to notice her.

They live way out in the country. We spoke one time and I’ve talked to him about the idea of riding bicycles out near where they live. There is a rather large tributary out there near their home, it’s near the county line. This is the creek that I want to go exploring and getting there by bicycle is the way to do this and then park the bicycle and hike along the creek. I will be accessing the creek along the railroad tracks. On one occasion I helped carry a Jon boat out to the creek exploring the creek with a friend. We had used paddles to move along the creek. That was so cool back in the day.

So I have asked my friend Gary if it was alright to park my vehicle at his house and that I would bring my bicycle along with me and park my vehicle in his driveway. It was okay because he recognized that it would be dangerous to ride my bicycle all the way out there with little or no shoulder on the sides of the road.

They must have had deep aspirations when they were younger and then when they had married shortly after high school together they found some land and moved a little ways out into the countryside. Okay, this was their dream, to live five miles from the little community out on some curvy road, what the hell good is that?

So, I guess the food the locals grow is all good for them while they may know no otherwise. I mean there’s a big world out there in which we live. They on the other hand have lived here all of their lives. Oh, but someone’s brought the fear of God upon them that’s for sure.

I haven’t done this yet, to go ride my bicycle way out there but I still might. I’m thinking I’ll be going alone out to their home because he’ll be at work and we haven’t ridden our bicycles together since we were teenagers. And while she may either be there by herself or maybe not, either way if she engages herself to come along with me just her and I, what will I let fly. Oh, Plenty!

Now he confronts the ‘Old Man’ once more for some advice. He’s happy to tell his story, he’s told him this on his last visit, now he relives the same story once again. Sammie, the ‘Old Man’ gives the younger man, ‘Jack’ some much needed advice and some confidence too.

The truth was, this made the young man’s dick has hard as a rock talking about this stuff. This was his best friend’s wife Jack was talking about. This was seldom ever discussed amongst men or acquaintances, likely never.

There were however exceptions. Jessica perhaps, she could be let in on this little confidential meeting. Hell, she might learn something. She was young but not too young, although still younger than Jack by about 20 years.

Now, this wouldn’t be so likely, even among our most confident of friends, your co-workers, the people in general you talk to on a daily basis. But Ole Sammie, he was that kind of friend. The fact was, he was an old man and he didn’t care what anyone thought.

“You know Man, stranger things have happened, not out of doing this, but I know things have happened in the past, Man, I think she’s holding on to something.”

“Like what,” the young man responded.

“Well, who’s to say, she just might want to see how aggressive a man can be, and see if that man can perhaps watch her, to look upon her with lust in his eyes, to catch you eyeing her. You both will be out there in the woods and all alone somewhere and of course, riding your bicycles. And when it’s obviously hot outside, and you and her will both will be practically naked, laying around out there in the field some place.”

“You mean, she’ll be wearing those tight riding gear bicycle short shorts?”

Sammie asks, “What the hell, if she does all that, then she does want you eyeing her, from the top to the bottom, I say she’s all yours at this point even if she is married!”

“Girls!” Sammie thought. When he was a younger man, people have done such as this, flirting with men, married or not. Younger, meaning, in his fifties.

Women, they want to be admired. Ole Sammie, he knew this.

.. “With neither seeking any sorrow, their love for one another hasn’t been shown, much of it was in private, apart and with a different lover.”..

..”And when you are married you’ll wash your underwear all together, his underwear, her undies, these little tight intimate things.”..

Later Jack arrives home to find his wife doing the household chores. Now he’s confronted with their argument.

..”Can’t we have fairness of life? Can anyone of us? How did we arrive here with such bickering, making things up, mixing it, an assortment of things, the bitterness so sorted out, the insistences upon us, by that natural feel, than by the devil himself?” ..

..”Jessica, it’s strange how that you’ve grown up to be such an attraction.”…

“Well, why don’t you go approach her and ask her to live with us, you know she needs us,” his wife tells him.

Now he’s thinking about her underwear.

She wears opaque stockings all the time, with her dresses, the hemlines, they are above her knees, on most days, “Atta Girl!” Jack gives his niece some credit, “She is a sweet girl!”

“What if, when she moves in with us Marilyn, that all of our clothes gets mixed up in the same dirty clothes hamper and in the washing machine together and in the dryer?”

“That’s a good point,” he has stated, “Because then I may see her bras and panties all laying around over the floor, in her room and in the bathroom and then I’ll have to pick them up. He’ll also have to clean her room from time to time. He’ll see where she’s left the intimate objects out and in the open, in her room or the laundry room.”

So she begins, “Whose things, Jessica’s, those of your niece’ or mine?” Now he thinking his wife just threw him a curveball. He can’t believe he’s having this conversation.

“Well, yours and Jessica’s,” he replies.

I think he’s reached a point in this conversation, that it is making his dick as hard as a Deacon’s dick at a double wedding.

“Jack, she’s like family, you’ve known her all her life, since she was a baby.”

“Well…Honey, no, she’s no longer a baby, she’s 28 years old for Christ’s sake!”

“Well, honey she needs us, and she’ll only be here for a little while,
I guess. We’ll support her.”

Now, Marilyn uses her leverage to get to Jack, she wants to see Jack like this, all torn up, she also wants to see Jessica seduce him, doing something nasty together. But there was no answer from his wife at the time.

“What for?” Jack wants to know why the Hell he’s the one who should be supporting Jessica.

Marilyn’s thinking, “I just hope he screws the hell out of her, that little Vixen. When she gets here, I’ll pretend I don’t know nothing, I’ll leave them alone at home together for as long as it takes and as much as I can. I’ll just go somewhere, I’ll let them get use to each other alone like that. Then they’ll see that I’m not here that much. Another time, I’ll watch it all on video.

She furthermore thinks, “I’ll get so turned on by this, watching them doing it doggy style on that video having sex.”

“I’ll have an expert security service come out and place some video cameras around the house, where they’ll each be concealed. Jack and Jessica, they will never know anything about this. And along with the cameras, I’ll place microphones too, inconspicuously, in areas around the house, they will be in concealed areas as well. I must have her, I may also want a piece of her for myself, I know I already do.”

That’s her, that’s Jessica, she’ll come and go as she pleases. Jack will have to ask her do the chores, around the house.

“This is good Jack, you show her, you stick close by her.”

..[”And ask that fucking girl to take a shower sometime and then when she takes a shower, go and immediately confront her to make sure she cleans up after herself, okay?”] ..she never says this.

She tries to steal Jessica’s phone for a chance to consult on her mobile phone, to see if she has many male friends and to get their phone numbers, Jessica’s boyfriend.

Marilyn will have to ask Jessica if she has a boyfriend or not. She will have to make excuses for her boyfriend by calling him. If she doesn’t, all the better, which means she’ll be at home with Jack on most nights.

Jack is somewhat concerned over Jessica’s recent past. Either way when she moves in she must accept their rules. Jack has begun to point out what he knows about Jessica to his wife Marilyn.

“Marilyn, there is that one person who never says anything and you’ve see them, they’ve never commented to whatever frivolities you’ve stated, out from that this makes me think. This makes sense to me because this person who never has said anything, never speaks, this person has said many things.”

He continues with the concerns he has, ”Then there are many who have spoken, who speak out, their posts, because of each item, that you must embrace yourself. But I truly feel this person has really said nothing. Really!”

..[“So, she’s grabs you as the mysterious pussy type that she is, and you want it?”]..Again, Marilyn never says this.

“Jack, I remember being sick and was unable to do anything about it. There was this isolationism, the fear of never being able to do anything again, never being able to do whatever it was that I was doing before. I am better now, but still, I want someone here to help out with the housework, you know, the cleaning, the cooking, including the laundry room, you’ll get along fine with her.”

“You know Marilyn, that fearsome bunch, that gang that always hung out in the streets, washed in it’s amber street lights, I’ve seen her there with those people.”

There’s no evidence that she was any hustling or dealing drugs or street walking, yet it’s so simple to figure out when there she was, so close to them, this gang. She’s gorgeous, yeah, make no doubt about that, but ain’t that a shame, that’s a rough bunch, but who has her, they’ve got her. It’s made me nervous.”

That’s right, they’ve heard her little outbursts, her little shouting:

“On The Presumption That You Think I’m Pretty, Mmm, I like that!”

“Ma’am, that’s, that’s very sassy,
don’t you think?”

“Don’t you think I’m pretty?…Well, we’ll see who gets what!” She rants and raves at others around her being in a crowd.

The women of the street gangs were really naughty and Jessica was one of them.

So tonight, from a fortnight’s camp pitched with gasoline, they ran, no alibi, evidence all set all on fire, no one was ever seen again. They surely hoodwinked her.

“Where y’all’s asses was at?” Jessica sounded off. She has begun to speak slang.

..”Washed in it’s amber street lights, fair winds blowing in, motors running’, a muffling noise, the sound.”…

A big deal is going down in another city nearby.

Jessica has begun to manage her time more wisely, after she was deserted, by her gang, washed in their amber street lights.

“Oh, it doesn’t matter, it’s probably for the good.“ She remembers the store owner saying as he took out the trash, “OH, good riddance, those damn kids.”

Jessica goes to look for a job. “Are you twenty? Years old?”

“Well, thank you, my goodness, but I’m 28 years old.”

“It’s these online profiles, you see, I think they’re provided by the Churches around here. Your resume says you have experience working as a butcher?”

Of course, the photograph she submitted made her look younger, she was young and about twenty-six years old when her church profile was taken.

Jessica thinks now about what she wrote on her work application, that she has experience as a butcher. It was a lie.

“It took me by surprise for God’s sakes that I had on these Playtex gloves, wearing them in the kitchen and I had a butcher’s knife in my hand, it felt so light as if I could throw it, I could throw the knife with the accuracy, that I had so much dexterity by using these gloves I’m wearing.” They were to do the dishes.

“Of course, I wouldn’t cut up anything to pieces, although maybe something original, I don’t know something like a piece of meat, or what? Being a butcher there is so much blood and it is usually running down my hands and onto the clothes I’m wearing, oh, and I’m wearing an apron.”

“Now, imaging what if I ‘would’ become a butcher. It’s working so much easier now than I thought, I mean, who would have known, right? I mean it’s not like I would throw the knife at somebody. I can use the knife and wear the gloves. Yeah Jessica, you’ll be a good butcher.”

Randel McLantrenth was sitting across from her interviewing Jessica and he needed for her to be honest, the job was going to be of evenings and nights and part-time. “I certainly don’t know what they want as for compensation.” He’s certainly not the money man, that was for the bigger bosses to decide.

Randel ask her if she wanted something to drink.

They’ve gone to a bar across the street, so once inside they went over to an area off to themselves. “Are we having a drink,” she ask.

Randel is now thinking, “I have seen her before and witnessed her near the hangouts, and on that side of town, it must be because of her and that look about her, it has locked onto me”


Bar in Milano

Theses were the prettiest properties of the wealthy. The lived upstairs and their businesses were below.  This particular place was a bar/gelateria, a place in a rather large city in Europe. I had ice cream in mind.




I’m Just a Tourist Here

This has taken me by surprise for God’s sakes that she had on these playtex gloves wearing them in the kitchen and she had a butcher’s knife in her hands. I bet she could have thrown that knife with the accuracy that she needed and too with so much dexterity, it was the choice gloves she was wearing, she was doing the dishes.

Of course she was cutting up meat too -into pieces, a cook’s helper. She was cutting up something original, like a piece of meat, or what? A butcher whose hands where covered in blood, because the blood would run all over her and onto her clothes she had worn. Oh maybe not, then again, gosh no, she had on an apron for this.

Now I’m imaging  would have happened if they had thrown the knife, back there in that kitchen, customers would have perhaps seen this as you know. But anyway, it’s working so much easier now than I thought, I mean, who would have known, right? I hope they know what they’re doing back there in that room, in that kitchen. I’m just a tourist here. May the angels be encamped around me, to help me.




Then there was this shouting, an order given as if by force, and it went out beyond what cants there are, heard melodies and rhythms of rhymes, this was through the store’s intercom speakers, messages….who has quoted, relayed messages at the retail anchor chain store.

The extremely egotistical and eccentric store director/manager had said, “Oh this, oh that, now you, turn this way. Now, DO IT! Stop it!”


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It seems there is a place called, Cheesy Moments. Because at that place, it is presumed they rely on their own pitiful struggles to gain some sort of attention. Sadly as this is, it’s enough, she was one unopportunistic persons whose sanity had left her. I’m glad to have stayed the ‘Hell’ away from her. She won’t be missed. “Oh, And Then He Took The Pleasurable Moment To Get The Hell Out. [shouting] He’s not a good golfer. [less shouting, that’s better.] “Where are you at.”… But you’re riding a bicycle, in an attempt to get to them…to get to her. “Where are you, where you at?” He phoned her, “I read you like the little thing that you are,” and then, “Thanks,” and she hung up.

His face was all swollen up due to the alcohol he drinks and his salty food intakes. “Are these the responses I get for this? If I love you, and I do, I will feel it, I feel for you. The love I have for you is in my heart, I love you! How can you have misunderstood me?” I think I had a crush on her back then, in fact I know I did. I had fantasies about her, about us being together but I think I was too shy to make any moves on her, especially since all our families were together at the same church attending the services of that Sunday morning and you had to act reverent, especially with her parents watching. I’m sure they were watching us. They knew I liked her. You know, following a thread, chasing someone whom you love is like having a bottle of real good wine with your friends. I would say to her, “You’re Sweet You have changed, I like that! “Hey, You are Charming! You’re Sweet, Can I Give You a Nickname?”

The transportation down to get into the city, it’s not an easy task and there are transfer stations and time constraints, dilemmas and tasks, location spots, drop off spots, waiting periods and there are people all around you, everywhere not listening to you and not listening to anyone, the traffic and the noise, it’s loud! It’s all there, what will you make of this place? And there he goes, off to see another one, one of his lovelies.  He sought her out, he wanted to. He met her once at a public place, it was a park, actually where waves of people gather. “She’s fair game.” His first-time lover. He knows of her potential for business development. “Oh you, how could you having never felt love. You’re like an extremely beautiful glamour model, but you’ve never remembered feeling loved by anyone? Having felt loved, did you not know this person? Yes, perhaps you knew that person but you never knew of such dependency and depending on how much my mind reads this, how to treat them. So, I say treat them with kindness, they love you.”

She explains to him as gentle as she could, “I don’t dislike you, but I don’t love you and yet, I don’t hate you either, so please don’t hate me!” And that’s where he’s at right now, stuck on this!


I’m Putting You Into Position

I’m Putting You Into Position..
He wrote her several messages:
“It’s like I’m putting you into position,” he says to her, and, “If your car is new or is it the old one?” He’s never formerly met her but he comments in one message, “I have seen you in public today. I know our hands are tied but still again it’s like I’m putting you into position.”She corresponds with a message, “Putting me in position for what, to do something.”Well, there was no denying that.Later he writes her in postscript.
p.s. If you wish to communicate on a more professional level, a better more formal way please send me your email address in one of your messages otherwise leave it the way it is.

She sends her speedy reply soon after as she’s so surprised or rather disappointed that he may discontinue texting her as he has done before. She quickly makes her decision. “No, It’s okay I would rather get your quick, nasty spurts, your messages that you’re already doing, it’s okay!”

Then here another subsequent message by him, a message to her and this was done rather quickly: “Oh you’re fucking pretty, pretty indeed!”

•What does he write her about.
•How can they continue to be interested in one another.
•The fallout is there, meaning he can see through her many different disguises, he can and does this but why we don’t know, he knew her from church growing up. He had a crush on her.
•The fallout due partly because this wasn’t emancipated, unreal or unhealthy. He knew her as a young teenager they grew up together he adored her then and he still wants her.
•Where is This Tuscany Boutique she likes to shop at where the girls there are furious of her good looks. She buys expensive clothing, special attire that makes her look very interesting, that she orders very special costumes that captures the attention of men of all walks of life.
•How the Frick does she seem to live in a very nice house, very nice indeed.
•Who is she really.
•What dark secrets does she carry.
•Did he hear about her online which was an easier way to find her since he narrowed down her whereabouts of the place where she’s from. These are some of his frequent messages to her:

1.  “I’m Putting You Into Position” a texts by him in a message.

2.  “It’s like I’m putting you into position” he texts her so many times  repeatedly the same messages.


3.   “Hey, is that your new car, is that new or do you still have the old car?” He knows what kind of automobile she drives.
4.   “I think I saw you in public today but our hands were tied.” Yes, his hands are sure as hell tied alright.
5.    “Are you pretty?” He texts her frequently.


Although she rarely answers him. He speaks to her through these messages and about her:

“There was always a fancy menace to her, to her eyes, it was that way the whole time I have ever known her, this is the way I pictured her. It was so slight the tiniest of whatever. There was an erotic look about her. The women and the kindness in her, she invites you, as these were her frivolities. I guess in a way, her expression, she is an erotic woman, and this was her way of showing herself no doubt.”She replies to him one time, “Who is putting me into position. Are you putting me into position Ha Ha Ha You Are?”

The first thing she always does in the mornings is to go outside to her balcony to get a view of her immediate surroundings, the full ensemble of noise, the ratcheting of hammers and the voices heard where the people the crew, men at work are making a bunch of noise. Yes, it was for that reason that she was awake. But for some reason she was interested to know all this because now she is on center stage.

You may paint this woman as a young badass type. She seems out of his league, really, but he doesn’t want to walk away from her. She’s gorgeous!

Maybe her dark secrets should be revealed as there seems to something about her… walking down the streets and being out late at night.

A woman who is financially successful, but with a job like that, it doesn’t make sense that she’s selling herself on the streets at night . She chooses to entertain men of,all kinds. She owns a construction company, where there  are enormous types of jobs and engagements goings on.

…”He knew her as a young teenager, they attended the same schools and the same churchiness’ functions together.”…



But he doesn’t know too much about her personal life and very wealthy! Will he be surprised to find out? It’s curious to know as to why she likes his quick and terse little nasty messages and that she wants these messages to continue, she’s a big business tycoon, always sending relevant emails. Why the aside to this…?…Yes, and she’s on a ‘Roller Coaster Ride’ a middle class one. Yet, little do the clients know that she is a wealthy business owner.

She owns a multifaceted construction company doing enormous jobs a construction company that’s been in her family for many years and now she is the sole owner. Yes, perhaps he doesn’t know her, she certainly doesn’t need do these tricks for the money, this is just her out-and-out vulgar bad habits. This is very strange because she belongs to no one, she’s unmarried and never has been, she gets her sex from anyone she wants to, as she sees fit, she finds these sexual experiences very fulfilling. She’s very fortunate to have never been caught. Yes, of course her way of doing this is strange. There’s always has a backup plan where inside her little circle of loyal employees, they will come to aid her as if need be.

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She takes their money as vice, to make them believe who she says she is.  It’s just that the sex from a common man, a married man or whomever, a brute of a guy, a big and heavy set man, this is what she wants. Some men are ugly men and these are just men from her everyday walks of life, that’s who she’s after. “The sex is so good, they just don’t even know how much I enjoy it,” she also says, “I love it.”He’s interested in her but she hides a lot of herself.  She enjoys reading his vulgar messages,  the ones sent to her, and has begun sending them back. She begins falling for him but doesn’t want to just yet because she still enjoys her dirty little job and knows it wouldn’t work out, not now.

“Mmmm, maybe there’s another way to approach this person who desires me, who desires me for who I really am.”


Summer A Kid What Was I Thinking

Rundel McLantrenth’s need is to clarify something. “I certainly don’t know what they want as a gift.”

The grown-ups talk of such uncertainty of the frivolities involved. I just don’t understand.

I have done this at one time. Maybe I can remember being vested and this returns to me as being one my favorite things. My new character’s name is Joyce Needles. I also remember being this young.

You know me, I write stuff and this is crazy. This is a bit away and aside from the facts. That’s just it, it’s fiction. And it’s the attraction. The attraction when we were young, oh man, but we didn’t know anything then, how could we? Well yes, being genius did exist back then even at our age of 10 years old. Have you ever said, “I wish I knew back then what I know now?” Oh wow, look out because then here we’d come, and there we’d go! I guess you could say that we would be unstoppable and immoveable. And we would be!



I have awaken early this morning and its about time. I’m trying to wake up, to arrive at some level of consciousness, so I’ll be having my morning coffee now with cream and sugar. But I didn’t drink coffee back then when I was 10 years old, come on!

We didn’t do this when we were young, no. There was no heavy sediment of food stuff still in our guts either -why do we do this to ourselves now. We need not have gone to bed the night before so early, this wasn’t because we were so tried, it was because we were told so by the grown-ups.

Now here is Miss Needles, this person who is along the way, and along with me as a friend, who seeks me, although my resistance is low, and you shall be the one tempted by, another-so-to-speak, along the way. Okay, so we were weak at times and back then, you get the attraction of another and it was about the shy party and what she means to you, what they meant to you. She’s cute! She’s gorgeous! It’s just like it’s summer all over again and then too, we were young, and she lives in the neighborhood or the one nearby, it wouldn’t be too hard for us to reach each other, I think I’ll call her first!  Wait a minute! I didn’t have a school crush back then did I?

And we didn’t have school crushes continuing on during the summer periods back then did we, I know we didn’t, at the ages of 10 years old, come on! This was summer time, time to run rampant, this was the time to ride our bicycles and play in the dirt. It was time to play hide and seek. This was the time to go to church camp, a summer camp somewhere for a week or two weeks. It was when our family would drive to great distances in a car that’s now an antique or would be an antique. I have to ask myself, how did we all fit into that car, and make trips far away or wherever it was that we would go to. This traveling was in those old cars. Those cars are probably now eligible to be registered as historic vehicles. Yes, I know they would be and I’m thinking of a 1960 Dodge Polara that we had.


It’s the sun, the wind, and the rain. It is summer and the weather is good in fact, it is gorgeous. With it nice outside and it like this, the weather and the sun, it sparkles outside. The temperatures are so warm now and we’re finally waiting on the rain, a day to cool us off, to snuggle up and be indoors and finally get some real sleep, this is so that in the afternoons, this will be cozy. It will certainly cool us off, because we didn’t have central air conditioning back then. I just remembered that the lower temperatures outside after the rain, this would cool our house down a little bit, to where we could shut off the window’s A/C unit and open up the windows and let in some fresh air.

Oh, this was back before the rock group,” Led Zeppelin’s Black Dog”, the song, ” Black Dog.” Now that song didn’t come out until 1971.



There was the one who I liked but then we noticed that there was no longer a physical attraction where lust and attraction had intertwined the two of us. This took years of absenteeism to forget her. No one’s to blame here, so why bother blaming one or the other. We were kids, dammit!

Oh, we’ll talk and add that soft low music, and at a low volume, the sounds of the music softly blending in with the ambiance. Our coffee. My stereo, a Bose Wave Radio. Now, I can taste and I can feel. It feels good, I’m alive! Well, that never did happen! This was absolutely beyond the scope of this kid’s imagination. This was unimaginable and unfathomable.

Later hopefully, we’ll have coffee together again, her chasing me, I’m on the floor lying in front of the fireplace. Now that ‘Could Happen’.

But thinking and this pushes an unimaginative person to quell and to stop from her activities. I did stop seeing her. Well, yeah, that’s because I was a kid for Christ’s sakes!