Wednesday, August 27, 2014

THE BAD, BAD, BALL GIRL


Tell me about yourself.

Oh. Okay. I enjoy receiving the gift of cunnilingus much more than enduring fellatio, but in any given situation, I am willing to negotiate.

Well that was straightforward.

Time limit. Your turn.

I can’t match that…I…

Time limit. Spill it! Do you like your balls fondled or not? Rough stuff or puffy?

I can’t. What is this? Are you serious?

I have five minutes…4:18…to help you get your shit together and half-way appeal to me!

Ah! I get it! So either I throw strikes or I’m out of your zone! How many pitches?

It’s a fairly simple game. You know the score.

Disagree. It’s a subtle, and sometimes complex, game. And, I am willing to bet you’re having a perfect night…

Hardly.

No. I’d be willing to bet you’re throwing a perfect no-hitter. How many batters have you faced? Eight? Nine?…

I lost count, but, so far, you’re at the bottom of the order.

Then why are guys volunteering to move down?

Fuck you. There are men I need to see, not some pussy mama’s boy.

The fleet could come in and they’d still sail by…

I could bring the fleet to their knees.

Yeah. That makes sense. But, since you offered the info, I gather you seldom assume that position.

AS I said ‘…depends on the situation.’

Negotiation. Sad. Such a simple gesture and it has to go into Negotiations. (tsk-tsk). Are litigators involved? …because, stating right up front - I’m a litigator, so if there’s a conflict  of interest I should know about it…

Is that what this is?

What’s that?

A conflict of interest…?

Oh. Are we conflicted?

I sense we are.

In what way?

In a conflicted way.

Thanks for clarifying…

You know what I mean. And…by the way? You’re moving up in the order. I got a call from upstairs. They want to see what you can do under pressure.

Piece of cake.

Whatever you want to call it.

Are we presently ‘negotiating’?

We’re ‘in discussion’.

How far up? Middle of the order?

You have to earn that spot.

You mean ‘Clean-up’ !? …really?

I’m the field general, I’ll decide.

You mixed your malaprops, missy…a ‘field general’ is a quarterback.

Not what my Pop used to say, and he coached his whole life. And don’t dare call me ‘missy’…

So you’re a jock sniffer.

Okay that’s it….Pulling you out of the game. Hit the bench.

Why don’t we just hit the bed and see how the ball bounces?

Just as I suspected…

What’s that?

You’re missing one.

Only one way to find out.

Not true.

I throw some nasty stuff. How we doing on time?

Huh? Oh. Twenty seconds…

Still benched?

Hate to say it, but…

Go ahead.

Your bench or mine.

Yours.

Alright, but I’ve gotta’ warn you - there’s peanut shells on the dugout floor…

Now you’re just talkin’ dirty…

…and, all this time I thought we were talkin’ ‘baseball’.

Sunday, August 24, 2014

THREE SHIH-TZUs TO THE WIND



Salvatore took the shih tzus for a walk

around two. He liked this walk. His last chore of the day. The dogs were mellow and spent from a day of yapping, napping and luxury and knew their mission was simply to shit and get home...while providing Salvatore, a stroll and a smoke. They had a good understanding at this hour, and each appreciated the other, and the quiet in the neighborhood. Sprinklers hissed, their mist fills the air…‘spspspspspsp’…the wide lawns and gardens, so wet and sweet, mixed with the Jasmine from up in the canyons…peace drifts to sleep on the back streets of Brentwood.

As they approached their favorite tree and patch of green, Salvatore, was ready with the bags. Predictably, each did their task. The First, The Second, and The Last. But as Salvatore bent to perform his task...snap!...just that fast!...he felt a Yank!..then Two!!…then Three!!! -  spinning him, flailing, right off of his feet! His head spinning while searching...what?...where?...but there down the street ran a band of coyotes with three tasty treats. Stunned, he rose to run, but slipped on the bloody berm, then fumbled and tumbled onto the asphalt. When, finally, firmly afoot, he chased in pursuit, jumping hedges, roses, and old tree roots, he started to close…
Then they veered off the street across a sprawl of yard, wide and open, to the hillsides beyond. While flood lights triggered on, the pack yipping with glee, instantly disappeared in the night - Poof! - gone. As Salvatore, in his panic, was obliged to follow. No dogs, no job. Came the 'crack!'...the dull thump in lawn. He stopped cold, but the man with the gun did not, and the next sound he heard, was the round that he got.

RUFUS AND THE DUKE



Rufus.

Yes, Madam.

I am the Queen.

Yes, Your Highness.

I AM the Queen, you know?

Might I venture a guess, Your Highness?

I love ventures! Venture on…!!

Did your nephew visit recently?

…UP the Empire!

The Nephew?…Madam? I see he logged in last night. Must have been after-hours, as I closed up quite late.

Why, Yes! …just this afternoon!

Indeed. I also see he brought a “Guest”.

Oh yes! He DID bring a guest! How did you know?

It’s my job to know, Madam. Also, I have noted that they signed the Log at 10:30 PM, but did not bother to sign out. If I may, might I enquire as to whom the guest might be?

Oh! You mean the young Duke ?

Ah. ‘A Duke’ was he? Someone new?

New? Who was new?

The ‘young Duke’, Madam. The last visitor to accompany your nephew was the Rear Admiral, as I recall.

Oh! I had forgotten about him. You are right again, Rufus! He was a bit overbearing for me. Don’t you agree?

Frankly, he seemed a tad young’ish to be an Admiral.

Probably the reason he was in arrears…

And who was it before that?

Would that be the young ‘Cabinet Minister’ ?

You remember him, do you, Madam?

Oh, yes! He came out of his cabinet just to visit Me. His first night out, in fact!

I’m sure it was. Was that the strapping young man with the various tattoos?

Oh. No. That was the Major, just back from the wars overseas!

I see. So many visitors...

The Palace is a busy place.

So it seems. Tell me,while they were visiting, was there any mention of “Weed” between them?

Yes! As I recall we had a rather lively conversation regarding tweed, and I admit, I DO miss the day when a man dressed manly! They seemed to agree. 

Tweed...

As naughty as this may seem, as a precocious teen, I admit to sneaking in and “rubbing the nub” while “sniffing the suede” as they’d say in my day…

Pardon me, Madam?

Oh, yes….I was found curled inside my Uncle’s walking coat, so course, so warm, while drooling on his leather elbow patch! I got in a bit of trouble for that, but, I suspect it was a result of that intoxicating Tobacco! Speaking as a Woman, and not a Monarch, mind you…not to mention, as a pubescent teen...well, I found it to be Ambrodiasiatically orgasmic!

Madam!

Forgive my sinful revelation, Rufus, but snuggled up in that burley tweed weave, reeking sweetly of pipe residue…ohh!….enough to make a young girl’s head spin….and the rest of her, simply tingle!

Measured steps, Madam…measured steps…we don’t want to release too much information, now do we?

I suppose not, but the boys agreed, they too love a burley Swede.

Was it a Swede or a tweed, Madam?

Oh?! Did I make that mistake again? Ooo-hooo…flashing back, it seems I made the same mistake with the boys! Silly me.

Really?

Yes, indeed. My nephew…you know my nephew, Rufus.

Indeed.

The very talk of smoke prompted him to inquire about Reggie’s pipe collection.  He’s grown quite fond of them, and I suspect I may bequeath them to him, once I leave this orb. In fact, he asked if he could take a sniff. He and his friend…the rear…

You mean ‘the Duke’?

Yes. The Duke !… who had, in fact, heard about Reggie’s collection and seemed quite eager to try out an exotic tobacco he recently received from Turkey!…of all places.

“Turkish blends” can be quite exotic, Madam.

As we once were. Oh, how I wish we were alone, Reg’…you and I.

Madam…Rufus.

Hello?

Yes. We are on the telephone…Did you smoke this weed?

Smoke a Weed? OH! Heavens, NO!

I must say, I am relieved…

I drank it in a tea. Leafy…Like dandelion, I believe. Lovely. Really. Serenely comforting…so soothing, and I’m sure you would agree! Would you like to come upstairs for a wee bit of a taste, Reggie?

I-I-I, see. It’s Rufus, Madam, and not Reggie. Now, what about ‘the Boys'? Did they partake?

Oh! They were giddy! So thrilled to partake! You must realize that some of these pipes have significant historical value…China…India…the trade routes! They were absolutely thrilled to partake!

I’ll bet. And after they became ‘thrilled’, what did they do?

Oh! Well! My handsome Prince gave the Duke ‘A TOUR’!

They took a tour of the building? Really?

Oh, no, not so much the building, but the grounds…the estate…the gardens…the topiary…the maze…gone for hours, those two…

Hours?

It’s no small Estate, Reggie!

Rufus.

May he rest in peace.

Indeed. And what time, if you can recall, did The Boys happen to leave?

Why…I thought it was just this afternoon, but now?…I  simply can't say. The Duke did leave with an attractive young lady, I remember that! She came by to give the Duke a lift home. I assume my nephew joined them. No idea what time...

I see. 

Oh, yes! At one point, I remember waking...my canary was tweeting...I suppose I had dosed off for a spell. I found them just giggling with glee! They were having a gay old time, just back from their tour! All tussled and spent. The children always did enjoy the grounds. Did you see the trout pond? It brings me such joy…

Yes, I did, Madam. Breathtaking.

Does your heart not smile when they leap UP into the waterfall?! So anxious to spawn, yet getting nowhere. Such frisky fellows! So driven!

Indeed. May I ask…?

Yes?

Have you drunk all your tea?

Why, yes, I believe I have. (sip) Is there more you can bring me?

I’m afraid we’ve run out of that particular Variety.

A shame…

A Shame, indeed.

I have no shame, Reggie. I will await your knock on my basement door, then sneak you in, as I have before.

Please don’t drop the knickers until I do…promise me.

Anything…

Madam, we’ve reached the point at which I must say that I am not comfortable with this conversation…

Reggie! Damn it! "Reggae Reggie" wherefore-art-thou!!?? Get your ass up here and Make It comfortable, you wild and foolish man!

Please…

Please, my Ass !!!, Reginald!!

Rufus…


What have I always said to you, Reg’?Aye? Like it or not - LIFE! - As we know it!…was not MADE!…to be Comfortable, nor NICE! So come get some before it passes you by!

Damn you, Madame…you are some crazy bitchyou are.

You tease me, so well, you wicked man. Good night, my Reggae Bear.

Sleep tight, Darling.