Wednesday, November 6, 2013

PERVERT WITH A MISSION


“There is nothing more driven than a pervert with a mission.”
“Are you suggesting…?”
“Not at all…you can allay your suspicions.”
“Why broach it if you didn’t mean it?”
“There was no implication….”
“Oh! Just an observation?”
“Absolutely.”
“Yet you cast dispersion…”
“Disagree. As in-offensive as I could possibly be.”
“I see…….sounds like bullshit to me.”
“Sorry we don’t agree.”
“Is there a point to all this? This repartee? Because I’m now taking it seriously.”
“Please, not personally…”
“You can bet, personally. Wouldn’t you if you were me?”

“Quiet. Here she comes…”
“Gentlemen. So sorry for the wait. I’m putting you at our best table, with my personal apologies.”

“No…it’s okay…really…really…”

“Please follow me.”

“Oh. What a body…heavenly” thought McGee as he gazed her glide, following, fixated, from the backside lusting, realizing Carter was right. Damn he.
She pulled his chair with an inward lean
The most luscious mounds he’d ever seen…
His breath escaped, he stood frozen…exposed…as his ardor rose.
“Oh lord, it shows…” said Carter with glee. As the room stood simultaneously, applauding in practiced unity,...including she, smiling wickedly.

“There is nothing more driven than a pervert with a mission!”

Damn that Carter...Cruel Joke...on me.

Yet a friend, is a friend, when a friend is in need,
and later, much later, she accompanied me quite willingly. 
Low and behold, 
first shy, soon bold
Insights gleaned
souls unfold
first she...then me...then she...then me...
on and on 
and obviously
We share the same 
Depravities.

Good man, that Carter. 

I owe him my wife.