"Tommy" A Short Story by Culburn Castleberry

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"Tommy"

A Short Story by Culburn Castleberry

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Louis Dega & Henri Charriere discuss what will be for them their final escape attempt:

Louie: "Will it work?"
Pappy: "Does it matter?"

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Papillion, Nebraska, Fall 1974. Nebraska Hwy 370.

"We'd just passed the water tower that had been painted with a Butterfly in honor of the motion picture "Papillon" and were headed back to Omaha.

We'd spent the afternoon at a carnival there in Papillion. It'd been a good Sunday. The sun had set, the moon was fixing to rise. A full moon, no less.

"It's a full moon tonight, Cully." She'd informed me as we'd headed out after church. Girl in the pew is an adorable sight. Praying like Billy-be-jiggered. Eyes closed, hands clasped in traditional prayer motif, her lips moving, but, no sound emitted.

Then, she'd lower the kneeler, wave me up and we'd kneel together.

"What do you pray about, well actually for, youngster?" I'd asked the question before.

"My parents and sisters. You, Cully, I pray for you and I pray for us, that we will always be together, that our love and light will never weaken and die."

That answer was more or less what the answer always was. Always.

Afterward we'd stop and pay our respects to Father Bob. I think Girl had a thing for him. "Cully, don't be disrespectful. He's our Priest."

"He's still a man and you have an affect on men. Devout or not. I see you, Girl." And the Father, bless his heart did act up a bit around her. I didn't grudge it. He wasn't getting any, so, big deal. I'd shake his hand, she'd hug him, tight, and we'd go on into the church hall and have donuts and coffee. Always fresh and always free.

"Cully, roll down the sun-roof, I'm hot."

I had the A/C blowing, but, didn't hesitate & cranked it open.

"I'm still hot."

Girl's dress had ridden up on her tanned legs & thighs. She'd been going to a tanning studio pretty regularly during her lunch times and it showed. Her tan lines accentuated her bottom and her front, but, especially her snow white bottom to a point that I was a bit crazed.

I was watching her thru my peripherals.

She purposely nudged the dress hem up on her thighs then turned to me. "I said I'm hot, boy."

Uh, oh, I thought to myself. She was in a mood. She could be moody, an Irish girl and all.

"Take a sip of your pop." We'd each got a fresh fountain drink before we left the carnival. Also some Carmel corn for later.

"Do you think it'd be alright if I masturbated, Cully-boy?" She'd purposely went hard on the (boy).

I did a quick calculation & calculated that Girl was in the midst of her premenstrual syndrome. Uh, oh.

"Are you okay, puddin-head?"

"Don't answer a question with a question, Dale." (Dale) too came out a tad harsh.

"I'm going to masturbate whether you let me, or, not. How do you like that answer?"

"Suit yourself." I checked the rear view. A steady stream behind me, the two lane keeping all in check.

"I say I'm hot Cully, and I'm sick of these panties!" They were off and thru the sun-roof before I could blink. I cringed, but, braved a look once again thru the rear view. Thankfully they'd blown on to the shoulder. I did not brave meeting the eyes of the driver behind me.

"That's better. Cully-boy, look." She'd brought her dress up past her waist. "Look, boy, my thighs are tan, but, my cunt, my pussy is white. Look, Cully, look." She rolled a bit to the door "My ass is pure white."

"Girl, take 'er easy."

"Which do you prefer, Culburn, (cunt) or (pussy), or, (snatch)?" I wasn't about to answer. "You guys are all alike."

I leapt at that remark.

"Girl, you just told me not 3 days ago that I wasn't like most guys, that I was different. Remember? That I was special and that you loved that about me."

"Oh, yeah. I do remember that." I saw her brow furrow.

"Now, pull your dress down."

"No! I'm going to do myself. And you can't stop me. And don't you even try, buster."

I lifted from the steering wheel and flattened both hands in retreat.

"I'm going to think about us fucking when we get back. I want to fuck, Cubby. Fuck. Yes, fuck. I like that word." She put her hands in it. "Guys say it all the time. I'm saying it now. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. You're gonna fuck me when we get home and not just once, but, at least twice and I fucking mean it, Cully. Fuck, fuck, fuck."

Her hand was moving like a dynamo.

Her left hand moved and gripped my thigh, the nails digging into my skin thru my favorite corduroys, gray. I loved them so.

Girl ignited in orgasm. Her scream shrill and pained.

"Oh, my God, that felt wonderful. I needed it.. You were fucking me. I was on all fours with my white ass high in the air. You were long and hard, your little sack twirling about. I could feel it twirl." She giggled.

Never too distracted to bust a ball. She was adorable.

"I hope I didn't hurt your thigh, boy. Are you okay?"

"Sure, I'm fine."

"Are you hard?"

She reached over and in. "Yeah, you're hard. I should jerk it off it and throw that thru the roof.

"Cully, I need something to shove in my cunt, in my pussy, in my snatch. You got anything? I'm gonna go again. And you ain't stopping me, big boy."

It was a rhetorical question. She'd already found something. "I'll use this hairbrush. I need something to fill my pussy with. I need something bigger, but, that's in your fucking pants, so, that's out. How bout a pop bottle, you're always drinking those glass Cokes. Where's an empty, big shot?"

"You are not shoving a glass bottle up in there and I mean it, GD it."

"Okay, okay, don't get over-heated, Cull, or, you'll be over here with your panties down, off and out and your feet up on the dashboard." She planted both feet low on the dash, slunk down in her bucket seat and inserted the round end of that brush into her vagina.

Her voice, then laughter came at once rich & then robust. "Sweet mystery of life at last I found you!"

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"Tommy" (Continued)

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Her mother, my mother-in-law by law pulled me aside remarkably soon after our wedding mass and before we headed to the reception. Yanked on the sleeve of my Air Force uniform. "Cully, son,"......she stopped and looked to the heavens..."Son, just be careful with Girl. She's a little high strung at times. Strung very high, yes, that's it. Try and not get her started crying because once you do that it's very difficult to get Girl to stop crying." (I'd found that out, by God). "She's a might frightful truth be told." Whatever that meant. I waited for more, but, confirmed she'd finished. So I went:

"Sure, uh, Mrs. Ca...I mean, ma."

"You're welcome, Cully." Gave me a kiss on the cheek. "Good luck, sweetheart." Turned loose my arm-stalked away like an old Gypsy woman.

Years later I told mother how the old Gyp had warned me. "Well, Dale, you're no picnic, son."

Left hand she wrung in & out. Right hand wrung her clitoris.

"Oh, fuck, Cully. Fuck, fuck, fuck. Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!" She bellowed, top of her lungs." Faster and faster each hand raced.

'FUCKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK!" The scream was more of an extended screech like a dog who gets hit a good one by a fast moving car.

I either imagined she leaned over and tried to bite me, or, didn't imagine it. I did, I imagined it.

"Get me home, spread me wide and fuck me, boy. I need a hard cock. Any will do. Yours isn't handy. Get it handy, Cully. Tromp on that pedal."

Traffic had slowed at about the midpoint. "Looks like an accident ahead, uh, Girl."

"Both my bucket and your bucket are slippery, Cully. I'm leaking love juice all over it, honey. My whole crotch is soaked. My ass too. Stem to stern. I'm going to see if I can stick the brush up my ass." She pulled it clear of her snatch. That's when I snatched it from her. "You're not sticking this (I held it close to the roof opening) up your ass, GD, it. We'll end up out at the base hospital with it stuck up in there. I'll be the laughingstock of SAC, GD it!" I hung my hand down the side of the car and dropped it on the highway. It stayed down instead of popping up and landing in the car behind me.

"Can I masturbate one more time, Cully? Por favor, Senor'?"

I kind of enjoyed being the level headed one for a change of pace. Usually it was her trying to talk me down from the heights of danger.

"Cully, you're not doing that."
"Cully, put that BB gun back. We're not buying it."
"Cully, we're taking that sling shot back. And I mean it. I told you no."
"Cully, you're not going there."
"Cully, now no. And I mean it."

For the first time in our marriage I was the adult. I felt smug. I felt uppity. I felt in the right.

"Cully, look!"

Momentarily lost in my reverie I found she'd lowered the top of her dress and her breasts were exposed.

"Cully's not a tit man. Cully's not a tit man. Cully's not a tit man." Sing song/Sing song. "You only married me for my rump. That's all you care about, isn't it? You lusted over it the moment we met and since. I caught you looking at it from day one."

Then a final refrain: "Cully's not a tit man."

She grabbed a hand off the steering wheel. "You can spare this, we're going what about 10 miles per hour? Christ already." She dug it in and set it right. She was accurate, it was sopping in there. Rich, thick, hairy, a mess. She moved it about. "THERE! Right there, boy. I'm going twice, that's 2 times for you Air Force boys, so, just stay in contact where your baby set the fucking thing and don't lift off it, ya fucker, you. Stay the course and I'll turn your ass inside out at the house. I'll tie your ass to the bed posts and make you sorry your daddy ever squirted your ass out."

And one more time so I wouldn't forget & so I would remember: "I'll move---you stay still! Go!!!!!!!!!"

Once I got the hang of it---it was easy. She moved her right hand beneath her, sat on it, God only knew what was going on under there. Upcoming circumstances made it anti-climatic to even ask to be frank. And I never did. She grabbed my hand with her left and we road it like a bolt of lightning. She knew her capabilities and blew thru those two climaxes like cake work.

Her screams were stunted. Now more like animal grunts and groans as she slaved thru the spending, crying uncontrollably immediately after the crescendo had finally petered out.

By then I'd cleared the accident, cut the A/C, and was flying thru the night, tipped the trip wire and opened the next two barrels in the straight line Six Pack of that Road Runner. It was like we'd been launched off the catapult. It always starved itself for oxygen when I performed that stunt---not-this-time, just cooled enough to retard that starvation and the speedometer was buried. Now it was Girl in fright and Dale in maniacal flight."

Sobered: "Cullyyyyyyyyyyyyyy." -The terror in each sip and in each sup-

"Ssssssshhhhhhhhhh, Girl." -Everybody won't be treated all the same-

[The Book of Revelations/JC version] blasted into my gourd. I love it so.

The flashing blood red lights mixed with lunatic white in a haywire machination caught me about ready to trip the final 2 barrels. I'd reached, but, had not made contact with the designated toggle. I'd been there once, with my brother, in Cleveland, and we'd come this{}close to rolling the damn thing. We'd still be tossing & turning if not for our Lord & Savior, Jesus Christ.

Tommy, he had arrived.

End of Part One.

(to be continued)

[SpursforSix]

Man...sorry...but this shit is tired. You read one Cully story, you've read them all.

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Man...sorry...but this shit is tired. You read one Cully story, you've read them all.

You write something then, SfS.

[SpursforSix]

You write something then, SfS.

Been there done that. It's too hard with a practical max of 20 lines or so.

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Been there done that. It's too hard with a practical max of 20 lines or so.

Well, I wish somebody else would try their hand at it. I'd love to read their shit.

[SpursforSix]

Well, I wish somebody else would try their hand at it. I'd love to read their shit.

Maybe they'd put it somewhere apropos. Like the Club forum.

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"Tommy"

A Short Story by Culburn Castleberry

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"Girl, get dressed." But, she was almost already there.

"I don't have a brush, but, I have a comb."

I reached for my wallet, extracted my license and military ID card.

"Cully, oh, goodness. How fast were we going?"

She'd included herself at "we." I hated to tell her for a myriad of reasons. "At least 110."

"Cully." A sense of calm emanated from her voice. She clutched my hand.

"Tell the truth, Cully. Whatever you do."

"Yes, Girl. Here he comes." Ah shit, he'd pulled his piece. "Girl....he's pulled his gun out."

"Stay calm, Cully. It's a felony. He has to, baby."

I powered the window down. From the driver side rear bumper he shot a beam from his flashlight into the front seat area.

"Keep your hands at 10 & 2, Cully." I obeyed. She set hers on the dash.

I heard his footsteps. "He's coming up."

He stopped just before the door pillar. "Turn it off, sir, left hand...Now. Slow, sir."

I obeyed and returned my hand to the wheel. Without the side pipes the silence was deafening.

"Just you two, yes?"

"Yes, sir."

"You're married, yes?"

"Yes, sir."

"Have either of you been drinking tonight?"

"No sir." In unison.

"Stationed at Offutt?"

"At SAC Headquarters, sir."

"Rank?"

"Staff Sergeant."

"Good evening, sir, Missus."

I kept my mouth shut.
"Good evening, officer." That voice.

"Sergeant, are you out of your mind?"

"I need it examined, sir, yes."

He holstered it, but, left the leather hook dangle.

"I'm going to square the window. Leave all 4 hands where they are. Is this command fully understood?"

"Yes, sir." In unison.

"I am Sergeant Tommy Gentile of the Papillion Police Department. My badge number is xxxxxx.

He leaned in a bit, spied Girl. "Good evening, Missus, are you married to this man?"

"Yes, sir."

"Good."

"Your driver's license, registration and military ID, now.' I started to reach.

"No, the Missus. I don't trust you right now, Sergeant."

"Girl, in my lap are the ID's. The registration is in the glove box."

"Yes, Missus, you may open the glove box." She handed over the 3 required pieces.

He looked it over. I remained frozen.

"One-sixteen if you're interested, Culburn." I closed my eyes.

"Yes, sir."

"Can I trust you two to remain here in this rocket ship while I take care of business, or, are you going to bug out as soon as I sit down in the cruiser. Just the truth, son, Missus."

"I promise, Sergeant Gentile. I give you my word."

Girl came: "Tommy, (that voice) may I go back to the cruiser with you? I'd like to explain a few points of interest that I believe may be of importance. I swear to you, Tommy that Cully will not budge. "

"Tommy?" I said to myself.

"Yes, Missus. Come along."

"Culburn, I'll take you at your word and your wife's guarantee. Remain here. For all of our safety you will leave your hands where they're at until we return. Understand, Sergeant?"

"Yes, sir. Thank you, sir."

Before she got out, she met my eye and pantomimed her love for me.

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She sat in the front seat of the cruiser with him. I was heartened that nary back up unit came. I'd pulled off the highway and onto a quiet road after he lit me up. Few cars came by as I waited.

A full 30 minutes later Girl returned alone, with the 2 ID's, the registration and nothing else.

"Cully, darlin'."

"Oh, God, he's going to arrest me." The trembling started up again.

"No. No, no, Cully. I fixed it, hon. It's fixed. You're clear. No felony. No misdemeanor. No charges. No fines. No trip to the Douglas County jail house. No jail time. No information sent over to SAC and your CO." She fell silent.

I looked thru the rear window. He hadn't budged.

"Girl."

"It's not a precondition. It's not like that, dear. It is our choice, Dale. We must believe that in our hearts, all 3 of us." A buzzing commenced in my head.

"Girl."

"You'd a done jail time. It's a 3rd degree felony. Tomm, he showed me the statute and the radar reading. We'd a been court-martialed." "We" again. The tears welled.

"Girl, what? Please tell me." But, I knew what it was.

"It's his sector, his alone. It's on the very border with Bellevue." (where we resided) Nobody comes out here but him unless he calls it in. There is no call into the precinct on this. He never made one. He's the Sergeant. Cully, listen, baby, he's getting off at the top of the hour. He didn't ask, I swear it. I offered it as an accommodation for all of us."

"But, Girl." I couldn't go on and stopped.

"He lives a few miles from here, Cully. Those apartments we've seen, you remember, we looked at them even. "The Fields." He lives there by himself. He just takes the cruiser home and..."

Girl fell silent. Then started back up. "I didn't want to put a time limit on it. Then it's bad instead of something better, I reasoned. I, I,,,"

She stopped again. I waited and she restarted like a pull cord on a lawnmower had been drawn:

"With it this way, we're done...after this. Nothing can happen to us then. I will go with him. I will come back to you. I will tell you everything if you want. Or, nothing if you want."

"Girl, he's black."

"I know. He's a good guy. He really is. I wanted to be nice to him so it wasn't on a preconditioned basis. It's no good that way, for him, or, us. Do you understand that, Cully? Please think about it in that frame of reality. I'm not doing this just for you, but, for us, and for him. We made a connection. That's why I went with him to start with. That was our only chance. If he goes to that cruiser alone you'd a spent the night in jail, at least a night. The judge would throw the book at us. I can't even imagine what the Air Force would have done. We'd be court-martialed. It would kill your father. We'd have to start all over. I'd do that. I'll do it now. No problem. I'll go back there and decline it. I'll take the blame and tell him I changed my mind. I'll get the bail money together and we will make our stand together. I'm never, ever walking away from you, boy. We started together with that snow ball and we'll go on to the end, together. So help me, God, Cully."

The tears were falling freely by then. Girl remained composed.

I had no choice. Everything she said was true.

"You trust him? He's not a psychopath is he, Girl?"

"No, I do not believe so. He showed me pictures of his child, a little boy. He's divorced. She played around on him with another officer on the force. That guy has since left town, but, she won't return to him. It's over. He's devastated, Cully."

"Why won't he just let us go then?"

"It happened so quick. I wanted to head it off before he made that decision, before he made that call into his headquarters. After that it would've been over, out of our hands and his. I thought I was doing the right thing here. I should never have behaved like I did today."

"No, Girl, no." I wasn't having any of it. No. "I was having a great time. We both were. We weren't bothering anybody until I went nuts. A GD miracle I didn't kill us both and anybody else. I'm selling this fuckin' thing! This is not your fault. It's mine. And I have to get us out of it. I'll never live this down if it goes forward. We'll lose our savings, my career. You're right, it'll kill my dad." (See, what'd I tell you, Girl?///her mom) "How would I explain this?"

"How long did he give us to make up our minds?"

"It's not like that, Cully. There's no time limit. He's off soon. He's being kind about this, trust me, honey. It's not like what you're thinking."

"You'd fuck him wouldn't you? Oh, God.. Oh, Goddamn it." I wailed, the car windows starting to fog over.

"Cully, even if we declined it and he let us go I'd feel like crap. I made a deal, God, a deal sounds so gross, but I did the best I could for us in the moment to keep him from doing his job. But, you have to make the ultimate choice. I'll back you either way. I did what I could, the best I could. I got him stopped. Yes, if I go I'll end up in bed with him. He's a nice guy, it won't be the end of the world for me. But, if it's going to be the end of the world for you, your world then you have to tell me that and I won't go, I won't fuck with him. I'll stay here with you all the way. We're young, it won't be the end of us. We'll fight back and we will prevail. A good lawyer and we may even be able to get it reduced to a misdemeanor."

My heart clutched and I knew I didn't have a choice. A felony conviction and I'd lose her. I wouldn't drag her thru life with that yoke. No fuckin' way. I saw it clear at that moment. And for that moment, it felt completely right.

"Go, Girl. Tell him thank you, that I am eternally grateful. Maybe we're lucky. The Lord saved us from crashing and guided you to our salvation with this man. "Oh, my God, Girl."

"Cully, please. don't..." then trailed off.

She'd been strong to get us here, on the brink of remaining unscathed. I had to at least match her. I'd caused this situation, this fucking disaster. If I didn't pull it together and stand she'd end up back there in that cruiser begging for me. And she was right if we drove away from him now it'd be a hollow triumph. That was most sobering reality that became more apparent by the minute. She'd gotten him stopped before he got started. I cringed at the thought of her not realizing that and not accompanying him back there at her request. But, it made sense. Her dad was a patrolman for the Cleveland Police Dept. She knew the protocol. "Thank God you went back to that cruiser with him." She clutched my hand.

"I'd do anything for you, Cully. You know that. As you would do for me. We were destined to be together, forever."

I went: "Girl, go, baby, go on. It's going to be okay. Just promise to call me so I know you're safe and it's not a, a, I don't know, something, bad? Can you do that?"

"Of course. I got his address and his phone number right here. He gave me his last rent receipt. He wrote his number on it. Here, keep this so you have the number. Cully, he's lonely, he broke down back there talking about his life. He asked me, he begged me to help him, Cully. He-begged-me."

"Good Lord, Girl. I don't know, maybe this was all meant to be."

"That's the only answer I could come up with as well."

"Call me, please, Girl. I'll be worried sick until then. Please. If I don't hear from you by 10PM I'm going to this address and bust down the door. Shit, I'll end up in jail anyway. Breaking and Entering is probably worse than Felony Speed. Maybe."

"I'll call honey, no matter what. I will, it's going to be okay."

"Okay, I'm going to head home, take a shower and sit down in front of that phone, and wait."

"Hold me, Cully." I obeyed. "Tighter."

"Let me pull out first, okay? Tell him that. Wait till I'm out of sight then go. I don't want to watch you drive off with him."

"I will. I promise."

She grabbed her purse, we exchanged (I love you) and she was gone.

Upon ignition the side pipes mocking me I made the u-turn. I don't believe it was legal. The fuckin' irony. I didn't look left. And I didn't look in the rear view. Less than a 1/4 mile down I turned right and back onto 370. Within 10 minutes I was in our mobile home, alone.

I looked at the clock on the wall. Just a bit past 9.

Tommy's shift had ended.

(to be continued)

[clambake]

hey dale, why don't write about being obedient dale?


just dont let poor poor katie read it

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hey dale, why don't write about being obedient dale?


just dont let poor poor katie read it

It'll be in this story, sweetheart.

[clambake]

get to it, obedient dale.


where are the stories of cult members fighting over bunghole time?



i want to know all about your man

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Part 2 Continued

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I got her call a half hour after setting up shop at the kitchen table in front of the telephone. "Cully, I'm okay, honey. It's okay. I'm fine." She sounded genuine.

"Where are you?"

"At his place. We walked in 5 minutes ago. I..."

I cut her off. "Where is he?"

"He went back out to get some take-out for us. He thought it might be better if he wasn't here when we talked. He didn't want us to feel badly, Cully. He's very considerate, honey."

"He left you alone in his apartment?" I was incredulous.

"Yes, Cully, I'm making a pot of tea for us."

"Cully?"

"What?"

"Are you really alright with this?"

"Yes." A snapshot of her white bottom and his black body in conversion coursed thru my mind. It was difficult to sit still.

"Cully, what's the matter?"

"Girl, yes, it's going to be okay."

"Thank goodness, I was so worried about you."

"When will you come home?" My stomached roiled wildly at the upcoming prospects her answer would entail.

"Tommy asked me to stay over tonight and then we'd spend some time together tomorrow, it's his days off and then I would come home tomorrow evening. He'd drop me off at Skaggs (drug store) and you could pick me up there. That way a strange man isn't dropping me off in front of the neighbors. Cully, how does that sound? If it's too long, I coul..." I cut her off.

For the first time I initiated a habit, a form, if you will that would follow me for all times. I'd offer more than was requested without receiving increased tangible compensation. I found immediate warmth in this action, a calming of the ledger of my life. A sharpening of the figures in the columns.

I went ahead: "Girl, it'd be fine if you'd like to spend a second night. I'm just relieved that it's not a set up, and that you're safe and sound." I was going to go on, but, I thought better & stopped myself.

I had a sneaking suspicion that he'd suggested longer, but, she bargained to the statement of particulars I'd just been presented. Just a hunch.

"Gosh, Cully, that would really be nice. I think he could, well, we could relax then a lot more. I am safe here. I'm so relieved over that fact. And it's a nice apartment. Clean and well kempt. Cully, thank you, for that selfless offer. Then we'll call it Tuesday evening instead of Monday evening, right?"

I waited & she continued:

"Of course I'll call every day and you have his number, right? Right. Tommy said if you needed you should call anytime. Anytime. He wouldn't have a problem with that. He really wants this to work, Cully." I'd found that I as well wanted "this to work. really."

"I'll look forward to your calls, Girl."

I wasn't going to go there, but, went nonetheless. I had the restraint of an olive: "Have you done anything yet?"

"Cully, my goodness, I haven't been in the same room with the man for more than 5 minutes before he left to get food. Oh, and some panties for me. Remember, I threw mine out?" I thought I heard her giggle, but, I could have been imagining that. My mind was in a whirl.

"He's buying you panties?" I was incredulous.

"And jammies, Cully. I had nothing to wear, honey, except this dress." She seemed to be soaring. Girl liked men. Girl liked to tease them.

"Oh, that's right, I forgot about your panties."

"I didn't want to stop at the store. I wanted to rush here to call you. It's been so hectic. This is crazy Cully, isn't it?"

"Hard to imagine our day ending like this, with us apart." I sounded undone. She took note, as I'd intended.

"Cully, do you want me to come home? Before something happens? Tommy would understand."

But, I wanted something to happen. And had for quite a spell. Not with Tommy, obviously, but, with a man. My secret, this marvelous spell that I'd been joyously encapsulated within for over a year was dangerously close to it's shelf life. I knew tonight was not the time to confess, to tell it, but, soon, very soon I would divulge. Two nights hence I'd divulge, I'd make that confession & go on. Me, Girl & Tommy.

"No, Girl, it's just like you said about all of this being crazy. You should stay. Make this right." Then, I stooped again, just for good measure:

"You'll come back to me? Girl? Please."

"Oh, Cully, darling. Of course I will. Don't ever think I'd leave you, ever. You're my life, Cully. I love you."

"Then that's all I need."

"You're okay then?"

"Yes. I promise."

"Then I'll talk to you tomorrow and I will see you for sure Tuesday evening at Skaggs, we'll iron out the exact time between now and then. Right, honey-bun?"

"Absolutely."

We exchanged goodbyes, (I love you) & hung up.

Sweet Jesus, but that house was quiet all the sudden. I could actually hear that clock tick on the wall for the first time since we'd hung it.

I was about to get my uniform together for work on the morrow when I realized that in all the cacophony of this Sunday from hell & heaven that I'd forgotten that neither Girl or I had work tomorrow. I'd gotten leave, and we'd taken the entire week off.

Her words buzzed thru at that moment... "it's his days off"

Tommy, he was on vacation.

(to be continued)

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It was a long night in that empty water bed. Without Girl's ballast I couldn't get comfortable. Her weight evenly distributed the water thru the baffles. Without her I was too low. I sniffed her pillow, then exchanged it with mine. Then changed it back.

I couldn't stop imagining what they were doing. All manner of sex acts and positions no doubt in my mind, buried deep in my psyche. She liked to be on top. She'd ride it high, purse her lips just at the moment of crisis, then lift just short of out as I'd inject it into her in long streams. "Yeah, like that, boy. Squirt it. Knock me up, you fucker, you."

She'd release her snatch & would drain my stuff into her palm, look into the pool like she was reading taro cards. "You came a lot, youngster, though it's murky and smells different. You want some?" She'd stick her finger in it.

"No, but, I want to eat you, whole, ass end first."

She'd sample it though, occasionally. "Someday we're not going to block these little guys and I'm going to bear your child. And you think I scream loud like I'm going to do after you've licked me there, just you wait till we're in that delivery room. I'm gonna raise the dead, Culburn. I won't even accept a local. I don't care if he's coming out sideways. Nada. Just you, me, and the doctor, brother."

She crawled up, stationed it accurately, dropped it in my face, rotated it and shook the metal roof, what, 20 minutes later? Closer to a half-hour.

I pictured Tommy atop her. Black & white. We'd fantasized about her with a black man. Now the fantasy was over & reality was taking place. The were sleeping together as I obsessed & ruminated about them sleeping together. Now I knew precisely what "sleeping together" was all about. Or, did I really?

I picked up the phone more times than I care to admit to during that long night. And stopped myself 3 & 4 digits into the turning of that rotary dial. I knew his phone number by heart for Christ sake. Hell, I didn't even know him 12 fuckin' hours ago! Never heard of the damn guy.

I picked up my keys more times than I care to admit to during that long night and headed for the car. Tommy's rent receipt clutched in a death hold. Had it turned over one time, but, chickened out. Did I want to stop them, or, did I want to break down door(s) and catch them, watch them if only for a second split into a thousand frames of sight until I was either thrown out by this black man, or, arrested, Hell, by this exact same black man and end up in the same damn hoosegow that I'd been headed to 12 hours and a lifetime ago in the bitter end of this endless day?

"Jack off!" I implored myself. I had to know, I had to hear, I had to see thru Girl's words before I shot my seed upon my belly. Pulling it in anger, in resentment, in rank ignorance caused nary inclination. I never came close...

"No!" I spat into Girl's bathroom mirror. "Cully, you use the other bathroom, and this will be my bathroom. Agreed?"

"Agreed, angel."

& standing there I began to realize, to specter that some day, God willing, in the far off future, further than I could ever see, after we'd grown old, gray and no longer beautiful one of us would be left to go on without the other. And I remembered on our wedding day finally turned night, when this child covered that future certainty..."Cully, don't leave me here."

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I awoke cursing me every name in the book for gifting that 2nd night.

"What the fuck is wrong with you?" I excoriated myself.

I was so angry I used Girl's bathroom to piss-pissed all over the rim and floor. If I got an ounce of urine in that toilet bowl I'm a monkey's ass. Spent the next hour cleaning the entire bathroom top to bottom with bleach. I love bleach. It's everything. Sometimes I use too much and my nose bleeds. "Cully!"

Finished, I finally braved my first time check. I denied myself upon waking, purposely blurred my vision so I wouldn't see the bedside alarm clock and restart my clock watching.

7:36? My ass. That meant I got up at 6:30. It was after 3AM when I finally conked out to dreamless slumber.

I looked at myself in Girl's mirror. I was the epitome of death warmed over. "They're probably doing it again to start their day."

I can't function sexually in the morning. "No, Cully, you'll rub it raw again, boy. Uh, uh."

"Please, it'll be okay this time, Girl. I swear it."

"No."

I bet Tommy had no problem cutting the mustard of a morning. At least I knew he couldn't lick the jar like I could. I'd heard somewhere that black guys didn't like to lick a jar.

"Girl, did he lick your jar?"

"Oh, God, Cully, and I thought you were the living end at that. Ha."

I checked the phone. Dial tone was still there. I cradled it, then snatched it up fast to see if it really truly was live. "Thank Christ."

"How bout driving over there and hiding in that corn field next to his complex." There had to be a cornfield there. "There's one every other fuckin' place."

It never bothered me that I talked to myself before. Now? Now it bothered me.

"No, Dale, seriously drive over in Girl's car so you ain't so GD conspicuous in that death trap and just watch his cruiser. What else are you going to do today?"

I had the answer: "I'll be sitting over there when she calls, you damn idiot, you."

"You're right."

"How bout a walk?"

"Phone, a-hole."

"Oh, yeah."

They were probably going to go somewhere, somewhere special after they showered together. "Where would you like to go, Girl? Anywhere you like is fine with me, Missus." Yeah, I bet he didn't call her Missus anymore. (Missus), what the fuck was that all about? Some kind of gentlemanly act I imagined. "Huh?"

Serve him right for asking. He'd end up in a museum, or, the zoo. "You never go where I want to go, Cully. It's not right. It isn't fair, Cully. Are you listening, Cully?" As I was bent over the Atlantis Pinball Table in the Old Market Area." The mgmt finally banned me for ruining the machine. Said I "corrupted" it.

"You were warned, Cully. I don't feel sorry for you."

After the museum there'd be dinner, a special dinner, probably at Ross's Steak House. "Don't do it, Girl, that's our place. Please I'm begging you." After all was said & done it was our place; Tommy, Girl, & I.

I finally laid down on the couch after I dragged the phone close, the 50 foot line was the first problem I didn't have and checked the dial tone for the umpteenth time. I watched game shows. I got into the "$10,000 Pyramid" to the point where I fell asleep. This time unlike in our bed I dreamed. Dreams of rats haunted me at times and the dreams of that Monday morning had that vermin in generous supply. They were close to me, laying entwined, long, furry & opulent, over fed, over grown, almost like lurid pets. I woke with a start, checked the phone and remembered I hadn't had my caffeine fix. The headache reminded me.

I started up talking to myself again:

"If you have a headache that means it's after 11AM."

"11:11. I want to cry."

"Go on, it'll do you good."

But, the tears wouldn't come. Not even close.

"Why the fuck did you give them that 2nd day."

"How did this happen?"

"Did they trick you?"

"Was Tommy sitting there waiting for you to come by?"

"If you had it to do it over again would you grant them that 2nd day?"
"Please, I'll be lucky to get off the phone today without gifting them a GD 3rd day!"

The coffee warmed my cockles. I wolfed down some cold French toast she'd made me just before we went to church a million years ago just over 24 hours past."

I queried God: "How could that be, you?"

He had his hands on her. She had her hands on him. Thank God we didn't have a gun. I laughed a bit at her banning that BB gun. I'd never took the sling shot back. Hid it in the shed. Should go over there with it and shoot his cruiser windows out. Shot the neighbors car window out."

"Somebody got me last night, Cully." I walked him back to his mobile home before big eared Girl heard that news. It had been a bully shot.

I pictured her snorkeling him. Her white body kneeling before Tommy. No kneeler like at Church I bet. Both knees on the hard floor, in total supplication. His ebony body with nary an ounce of anything but muscle & sinew. I bet she didn't catch his stuff in the old palm-a-rooney & read the tarot over it. "I wanted to try it, Cully, to swallow him, his essence.........And I did." As I'd finally make my belly shot, filling my button to overflowing.

"Read that, bitch!"

So lost in my regrets tour I don't know how many rings it'd made, but, I was close, so GD close. "I'd about given up, honey. I was starting to get panicked, whether I should have Tommy drive me over just so I could check on you."

"Why the fuck did you pick that fuckin phone up?" I pantomimed to my reflection in the blackened television screen of my pride-&-joy 25" Magnavox color console television set.

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tommy must be the nickname of trumps bunghole.



you passed her around yet?

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tommy must be the nickname of trumps bunghole.



you passed her around yet?

:rolleyes

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"Tommy"

by Culburn Castleberry

Part 3.

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"Ride the High Country" (1962)

The marriage ceremony:

- "We're gathered here in the high mountains in the presence of this august company to join this man and this woman in matrimony.

Now, I'm not a man of the cloth, and this is not a religious ceremony. It's a civil marriage. But, it's not to be entered into unadvisedly, but reverently and soberly.

A good marriage has a kind of simple glory about it. A good marriage is like a rare animal. It's hard to find. It's almost impossible to keep.

You see, people change.

That's important for you to know at the beginning. People change.

The glory of a good marriage don't come at the beginning.

It comes later on.

It's hard work."

- "Judge Tolliver" - Edgar Buchanan

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In the split second before I opened my mouth I decided I'd brazen it out. Portend that everything was fine, that I'd not dreamed of vermin, pissed on her bathroom floor, et al and etc.

"No, no Girl, I'm fine. Just fell asleep here on the couch watching "All My Children."

"Thank goodness, Cully. We're out at Westroads (mall). Tommy took me shopping." She was lit up. I was so relieved I felt like shooting them both with my sling shot. & I was going to mention, warn her off about presenting in public with him, but, I just blew it off. She was too happy. She liked men, but, she loved shopping, or, was it the other way around?

"And Tommy insisted on buying you some gifts as well, Cully. We can't wait to show you. He's so generous. Cully. Cully, are you there?"

"We?" To-my-self, then aloud:

"Yes, baby, I'm so happy you're having a good time."

"I am, honey. And it's because of you. Thank you, Cully and Tommy thanks you. Trust me, he's a whole new man in the little time we've spent together. He's found a purpose for his life now. The extra night made the difference I think. Thank you again, Cully."

I thought about inquiring as to what that "purpose" was exactly, but, she plowed thru my place in the queue. "Cully, I want to ask a favor, a biggie, honey."

Oh, Christ, another day? Well, at least she beat me to it, I was going to offer another GD day without request.

"Cully, would it be okay if we had Tommy over for dinner on Wednesday evening, well, afternoon? He wants to thank you in person, and get to know you, honey. Get to know us. It would mean the world to him, Cully. Please, for me, Cully, for me?"

She'd do the [Please, for me, Cully, for me?] protocol at rare times. Started as far back as Jr. High. The first time I became almost entranced by her approach, the change in her tone, body language & spirit. And I granted that request at once though I couldn't tell you the particulars of that charter appeal, just that signature approach. I do remember the mini dress she'd worn that Friday. Just high enough to keep me on pins & needles, low enough to get by the school dress code. They'd check the girls with wooden rulers, measuring it out, wooden paddles at the ready for the offenders. "C'mon, honey, that will be 2 swats." They'd go into an empty classroom with another teacher standing as witness and apply the corporal punishment. Always-male-teachers.

They beat us for anything. I amassed 29 swats in 7th grade. It's where I believe I got hooked on spankings. The worst was when I was creamed 2 by a real hard ass algebra teacher. Turned my ass not black & blue, just black. The old man found out, took time and-a-half an hour off from the steel mill and showed up there. They called me to the office over the intercom, had me take my pants & underwear down in the principals office. "If it happens again he'll get what he gives." I was so ashamed. Not of the old man's defense of me, (after all he could whistle the loops/he worked in leather, not wood) with the best of 'em,, but, ashamed of his appearance there in his work clothes. I've cried a million tears in the over half-century since for that shame..."No one knows the part of me that won't let go."

But, back to Girl's mini-dress(es)...

"Cully, if you were a girl like Girl no way would dad and I let you out of this house dressed like that, honey. I'm shocked her parents permit it."

It was all for show. She guarded that thing like Ft. Knox. "No, Cully no." As "Crimson & Clover" played on her record player over-&-over in that basement I shall take to the grave.

"Well, can you at least touch mine?"

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"Please, for me. Cully, for me?"

"Sure, angel, that would be fine. I look forward to meeting him." I never hesitated a moment.

A most adorable squeal was emitted. "Now, I'm keeping little notes about, you know, what we're doing, you know, otherwise, you know. So that I'll have a record to show you and help me to recount our, you know, if you'd like to hear, or, read that litany of you know what. Does that make sense, Cully? Or, I'll just throw them out once I get home if you don't want them."

I knew immediately to whence she spoke. The thought of pouring over those "you know" notes in that adorable left handed cursive of hers made my groin waken.

"No, Girl, no." I tried to settle down. I think I made it. "The notes are an excellent idea. Please keep making that record. I'll decide when you get here whether to keep them, but, let me throw them out if it comes to that, okay? Is that understood, uh, angel?"

"For sure, Cully. I promise I'll keep making them and you'll have them to do what you want. Right?"

"Right." I felt giddy. I'd luncheon as soon as we'd cut the line. I could eat.

I thought about asking for a primer about "you know," but, reconsidered. I'd wait. And no jacking off.

"Can't wait for tomorrow when I see you, Cully. I miss you. And thanks again for letting Tommy come for dinner. I'll cook for us. For my two guys." Mother(s) had taught her well, and she'd learned to cook like the God's.

"Her two guys?" To-my-self.

"I better scoot, Tommy is going to take me to lunch."

We exchanged (I love you) and hung up.

"Are they going to kill you on Wednesday night in some crack pot conspiracy to murder?"

Talking to myself aloud was becoming a lot of fun.

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She called back that evening with a grocery list. "Now, Tommy has given me a hundred dollars walk around money, (I held the money in our family/in that circa) Cully. So, you buy the groceries and I'll repay you, okay?"

"Sounds good, honey."

"You sound much better, Cully. I'm glad."

"Yes, for sure."

"Can't wait for Wednesday afternoon. Well, I am also looking forward to tomorrow evening when I see my little Cully-boy again, but, Wednesday will be a new beginning for us I believe, Cully. Sweetheart, thank you for the doing the shopping and for being so kind and understanding." I started to speak but she cut me off.

"Oh, Tommy has decided to take the rest of the week off as vacation time, so, he'll be able to match up with our vacations. I'd forgotten all about us being on vacation, Cully, so did you." I started to go again, but, she cut me off again.

"I have a fresh note, Cully. After we got back from Westroads. It's a long one too. Can't wait to show you."

I wanted to go sexual, to be inquisitive, but, I held my fire & brimstone. It'd be better that way. My confession awaited. If I went early and dropped too many, or, any hints it'd ruin the path ahead a measure. Though I was greatly relieved that I did indeed feel as I did.

Then my ball sack dropped. She, Hell, both Tommy & her sounded like my feelings on the subject were going to be of little consideration and consequence. That fact alone caused my mood to plummet in the space of mere seconds, so I didn't try to interject again. I hid my alarm, we said our goodbyes, an (I love you) a piece & hung up.

"How can it go from so good to so bad so fuckin' quick?" So I answered my question with a question:

"What if you didn't want this in any way, shape or form, Dale?"

My voice startled me. It didn't resemble my voice whatsoever. I didn't recognize it. I fled to her bathroom and addressed my reflection with close to the exact same query:" "What if you don't want this in any way, shape or form, Dale?"

"Again!"

"What if you didn't want this in any way, shape or form, Dale?"

Talking it over with myself helped a bit. The incoming panic attack subsided, but, did not extinguish. I could feel it simmering. I just prayed I could keep it on simmer till I picked her up and there'd be a resolution.

"[resolution] is a bad choice of words, son."

"What should I do?"

"Go shopping. Now."

"Good idea. Let's go."

I fled the house for the store before I dropped into such a depression that anything would be feasible.

I fired up the Road Runner. Well, turned it over. I'd agreed not to fire it up in the trailer park at the insistence of the mgmt. Some 4x4 named Earl Welt. "Stop it."

I stopped.

Once out of ear shot, I put it thru some preliminary tasks, found no joy in it & angrily pulled into the Hinky Dinky parking lot.

"Get out."

I came close to going back to the house and phoning her and putting it on the line.

"What would you say if you did that?"

I implored myself: "Please don't talk to yourself while sitting in this GD car."

"When was the last time you bought her flowers?"

"Too late, flower buying is a taken position. She's probably got 3 dozen by now from the damn guy."

"Get the fuck outta this car!"

I finally obeyed myself and wobbled on into the store like a wino.

"Get a hold of yourself, man." To myself.

Of course I chose a crooked cart. "Son-of-bitch!" Out loud.

Spent under 55 smackers. If I played my cards right I'd clear 45 dollars if she handed me the entire C note.

"He's probably loaded, probably a "sewer." Somebody who always has a lawsuit in the pipeline and a fat check for the one that just settled.

I made a mental note to find out from Girl where he was getting that extra dough to buy stinkpot gifts & hand her cash.

"Break my rice bowl, will he!" I exclaimed to the rear view, fired it up and put down Firestone rubber-at least 25 feet of it. It was wicked, a head turner, by God. Then was grateful I hadn't drawn law enforcement.

"Aren't you ever going to learn?"

Back home I cleaned the refrigerator, unpacked the groceries and finally spied the clock. Straight up 11PM. They were probably doing it like 2 fucking rabbits, going at it asses & elbows.

"You know she ain't gonna tell you everything. You know that, don't you?" I was beginning to hate me.
Probably a cuddlier. "Cully, cuddle with me, honey."
"Rockford Files is just starting." I'd timed (it) perfect.

"Perhaps a drive over, see if the cruiser is sitting there?"

"I ain't got it in me, guy. Let's just lay down and give up the ghost. Okay?"

"Sure, man, I'm ready." I shook out the quilts, fluffed my feather pillow & crawled on in. "Leave the light."

For the 2nd night rats came along with the sand man. The living room was filled with them, all scurrying like maniacs.

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"Cully, I've decided not to come home for a while. I need some time to think. I'll come and get my things after you've returned to the base when your leave is up." Click

I woke like a shot, convinced it wasn't a nightmare.

I started right up again: "He's probably standing next to her." "It's for the best, Girl. Don't worry he won't bother you.........anymore."

Then thinking to himself how he could wrest that Road Runner away from me. "Better check on it, son." I parted the curtains. Relieved to find it present and accounted for. Then checked again to make sure I wasn't just imagining it being there.

"Call her!"

"No. I'm not calling this close to the end. It's the home stretch. I'm clean. I ain't called and I ain't whacked it. And that Road Runner is still out there."

Fuck me, I checked it 1 more time.

"I have nobody to talk to. Fuck me, the only person I can talk to about something like this is with him! What in the fuck have you done, Dale?"

"I have fucked myself, is what I've done. He was sitting there waiting on me. They set me up. A speed trap like on "The Dukes of Hazard." If I could just be sitting in this living room two nights from tonight calmly watching that show that'd mean everything was hunky and dory. Right?"

"Sure, man. Aim for that."

"Flattenin' them curves. Some day the mountain might get 'em, but, the law never will."

"Fuck me, he is the fuckin' law. I was set up. It was GD set up."

"But, wouldn't they have just conducted the affair without the speed trap? That would alert you to the affair. They wouldn't do that, right?"

"You got a point there, and a good one, I must admit."

"Okay, calm down now sonny-boy. Eat something. Are you hungry? No. What time is she going to call to tell you the time to pick her up? What if she doesn't callPERIOD? What if Girl never calls again? What if she files for a divor."

"Don't say that word!"

"Okay I promise."

"Look at the clock." I'd turned it to the wall the night before. "No!"

"When are you going to look at it?"

"When the phone rings and not until."

"Agreed."

"Clean the house."

"Good idea."

"If you vacuum you could miss the phone call."

"Don't vacuum."

"Good idea."

"Take a spin over there just to check the landscape in case I have to go over to drag her back home?"

"He has a gun, asshole. He'd shoot you."

"Check her car, GD it, boy!"

"Both cars present and accounted for, sir!" I came to attention and saluted my reflection in our wedding photo glass frame. Girl & I, in silhouette. "Cully, don't leave me here."

The tears. The tears came then---in boundless sheets.

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"5 o'clock, Cully, okay?"

She'd called, straight up noon. I'd just finished cleaning the house. Only the vacuuming remained.

"Sure, I'll be there."

"Cully, Tommy is going to drop me off at the front of Skaggs and then pull into the parking lot. He doesn't want to leave until you pick me up. Isn't he sweet? So, please don't look at the parking lot in search of him. He's so nervous. And don't pick me up and hold me up in the air. And no Dutch rubs. Okay, hon?"

"What's wrong, Girl?"

"He's a little down this morning with having me leave and all. I told him I'd call this evening and we could talk and that he could come over early tomorrow, say about one, instead of in the evening. Cully, please, would that be alright? It would mean so much to him. And to me, darling."

I jumped in immediately, both clodhoppers: "Girl, why don't you just stay the night then you can both come in tomorrow. That wa..." She cut me off.

"No, Cully, this will be fine. We need some time for one another. I want to be with you, Cully. Just you and I. It feels like forever. Tommy will be fine."

My heart soared, my mood along for the ride.

"If you say so, Girl. Hey, I cleaned the house. It's sparkling."

"Thanks, Cully. You've been so patient during this time. I couldn't have done it without you." A pause. "Oh, Cully?" That voice, that particular one.

I was pole axed. "Yes, Girl?"

"Get my key, Cully-boy, choose a pair of panties, white, or pink, your choice, darling, and retrieve my belt." There was a pause, a 10 count, perhaps more. I waited the entire count of 10. That voice crackled like a lightening strike: "Understood?"

"Yes, Miss. It shall be done as you so direct, Miss."

Again the voice changed: "Goodbye, Cully. See you at 5, punkin'." The line went dead.

"Cully, Miss hasn't surfaced in what, six months?" My voice was shaky. "Maybe more." It'd been awhile.

I stared into that glass wedding photo frame again...her past words coming to the fore: "Cully, you don't ask. Miss will be here when she so desires and not one moment sooner. If you ask, it only delays her arrival."

"Understood, Girl. I'm so sorry."

"I'm confident you are." Girl

"All this agony, son, it's all been worth it. Glory B, Dale, glory B in the highest! Miss will be here tonight!" I bellowed like Billy-be-jiggered. Then just to cover my soon-to-be scorched buns I checked the Road Runner, then took luncheon in front of the children., all of them..."All My Children."

First though I checked (the key). "Present and accounted for, sir!" And then her belt. "Present and accounted for, sir!" Broke 2 salutes off then raided the Kelvinator.

I chose pink, then reconsidered and switched to white. Back and forth I went for awhile. "Try them on?"

"You know better." I bitterly countered myself aloud. I knew better. How could I even approach myself with such a foolish notion?

"No wearing them unless you're under the belt of Miss, right, Cully?"

"Yes, Miss."

"They remain freshly laundered under lock and key in this box-3 white pair. 3 pink pair, no more, no less...I hesitated my response. "Cully!"

"Yes, Miss."

"That's a good boy, a good Cully-boy." Miss

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The afternoon flew by. I stood sentinel to the phone just in case everything went to Hell in a hand basket, but, phone silence held. "Yes, sir!"

I "Yes sired." the whole afternoon, like a damn fool. Saluting everything that I approached.

In the end I decided on white, reserving the right to change my mind just before pulling them on when so directed by visiting Miss.

"Now, what?"

"Have you checked the time?"

"No, sir!"

"Go ahead, you should be in the ball park of departure."

Everything was going my way. After 4, pulled my duds on. "Duds!!!" I screamed.

"Dress casual!!!" I hissed.

Combed my hair. "Vitalis!!!" Went back to the scream.

Brushed & gargled. "Charge!!!" I commanded.

Thought about firing it up to spite that fuck.

Reconsidered---in the finest traditions. "You ain't gettin' me, you side-show lookin' motherfucker, you." Another hiss.

& tooled wrong way down the one way entrance road. "And stop going down that one way road the wrong way, or, I'm notifying Bellevue PD!"

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The little squirt was standing exactly where she said she'd be. Not standing, but, rather sitting upon a very large storage chest. "What now?" Next to her sat a vase of blood red roses, at least a dozen. "Thank God you didn't bring flowers."

Girl was all smiles, as she stood up & waved me close. I shut 'er off. The instant silence and lack of throb a welcome relief. I was getting too old for this fuckin' meat grinder. Felt liked I'd aged 10 years in the last 3 days.

"What have you got here?"

"Cully, give me a hug, hon." I'd forgotten how she smelled. My heart fluttered and tears threatened.

"Oh, yeah." Though I figured with him out there in the parking lot watching she'd not want affection. I was mistaken.

"I missed you." She looked like a million bucks, had been to the beauty parlor. The love juiced mini dress traded in for a pair of jeans that were simply astounding. Had to be painted on.

"Girl, you look incredible. My God, youngster."

"Thank you, Cully."

"No, seriously, I'm in awe."

She loved compliments. Getting it from a stranger, a new man had increased her beauty, somehow.

"Cully, that's so sweet of you. Thank you. A make-over at the mall."

I could only imagine how much that cost the big galoot. I was going to heap a third round of praise, but, changed the subject before I made an ass of myself.

"My goodness, youngster, what's in here?" Just gave it a slight lift and found it was not going to be an easy pick-up.

"Be careful, you'll knock my roses over." Then in a moderated tone: "He's still out there so don't look."

It was all I could do not to pick the little screwball up as high as I could. "What are you going to do with me now that you have me up here?" She'd inquired upon her arrival back at Eppley Airfield on her return from Cleveland last Christmas when I'd held her aloft.

"That's all my stuff that Tommy bought me and your gifts as well, Cully. Plus he gave me some pots and pans from his kitchen. We're going to exchange. C'mon help me load this trunk into that trunk." She pointed. "You think it'll fit, boy?"

It was close, but, we got 'er in.

She put her bucket in her bucket. "Okay hand me my roses and be careful, Cully."

"Is that everything?"

"Yep 'er do, got my purse. C'mon, get it fired up, take me home, don't spare the horses and don't look left as you go out."

I ran around the car, got in and didn't look left as I went thru. I cheated a bit with my peripherals, but, couldn't see jack shit.

"He's a bit sad, Cully. It was hard to leave him alone like that."

"You should have just had him caravan over with us. It'd be okay."

"No, now that wouldn't be right. I told him I'd call him as soon as I got home though. He's going to beat feet it back to his place so we make that phone connection. So, I suppose you can spare the horses a bit, huh?"

I'd missed her the more she talked.

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"Cully, can I trust you not to root thru this trunk while I phone Tommy?" We'd got it into the house upon arrival.

"Well, when do I get my presents? They're in there?"

"As soon as I get done talking to Tommy, you mutton head. Yes, they're in there, but, that trunk is very well organized and I don't want it tore up. Now, can you wait, or, should I help you haul it into the bedroom while I make my call?"

As I pondered, Girl made the decision for me. "Grab an end, sweetheart. C'mon."

"No, I'll do right."

"Cully!" We each grabbed an end and transferred it.

"This is better anyway, it's nice and cozy in here. Cully, the house looks so nice."

"Well, I wanted it to be special."

"Cully, would you like to stay for the phone call, it's going to be a little sensitive. I don't mind, I really don't, honey."

I didn't want to intrude until I'd had my say, and my confession. And I didn't want to do that until after Miss came and went.

"No, I'll step out and give you some privacy. And there is no hurry. You take as much time as you need."

"I promise I won't be long, honey. Thank you."

It hurt a little to see that closed door, I won't deny it. But, I was so thrilled to have Girl home I didn't really care.. My little girl. Mine. I'd worried for nothing The relief was one sweet feeling, the presents awaiting me a fine bonus.

I sat down, left the television off and just thought. He'd be in this house by noon the next day. The original 7PM arrival was now a noon arrival. "How had that happened?"

I had the answer: "Slowly but surely, my friend." How in the wide, wide world of sports was this going to actually work? A black man in the same house with us. It seemed inconceivable that the time had passed and had now arrived. "You have to make this work, Cully." I whispered. I enjoyed hearing my own voice now. "I will, I promise."

This meant the world to Girl. It was an adventure, an exciting adventure for her. I could see that. I felt some excitement, consternation, yes, but, a lump of pleasant anticipation had taken root. A real hunch that it was going to work out pretty darn good. "Perhaps it already has. You're both still alive. If you'd a flipped those last 2 carburetor jets at that speed?" It had cost a small fortune to have that (6 Pack) work done. "Yes, Cully, yes." She'd finally relented. I put those thoughts of disaster and calamity away and replaced them with the thoughts of her in the arms of another man, of Tommy's arms and found it warmed my cockles, caused me to relax instead of imagining that car literally disintegrating at a 120+mpg smash up.

"You're fortunate, man." I reminded myself. I knew that as well. I had a bit of PTSD from that Sunday night brush with severe legal wrangling if not death itself. "What if you'd lived and Girl was killed?" I'd not considered that possibly until this moment. "How bout you dying and Girl living?

"Cully, don't leave me here." Why did I keep pondering her words from that wedding night? "Christ, I pray it's not a harbinger." "Me too."

& then answered myself: "Because it's germane to what happened and what almost happened. You've got to grow the fuck up, Cully. And now, with the arrival of this man, this Tommy, now would be a great time to start that revelation, that make over, if you will. Like the make over Girl just had."

Christ-a-mighty, I'd never seen her more gorgeous. I'd been mesmerized in that parking lot. Perhaps it's the influence of Tommy. I didn't want to compete though, the thought withered me. I'd tell her that whenever we finally got down to it.

"Cully? Baby? Cully!"

I'd missed her return. "Hey, youngster."

"Sorry it took so long, hon. He's fine. I'll call over one more time before we hit the old sack-a-roony." She settled onto my lap, warm and soft, her hair like a dream.

"Cully, hold me, I missed you. I thought about you so many times." The hug was the tightest we'd had in some time. It was peaceful I could almost hear our hearts beating.

Then a hissed whisper into my ear:

"Cully, I heard that Miss is coming tonight. Is this true?"

Girl would do it like that. Play it out hard, make it special like a third person was actually involved. & she'd see it thru if I met her at the point. She'd get into that frame of mind and it was just surreal. She wouldn't break until I broke first. She was there right-this-second: Tommy, that trunk full of wampum, those designer jeans, the make-over, all of it had caused her to set that point, lure me to it.

She'd started, so, I cautiously, though, eagerly followed in: "What kind of mood do you think she's in, Girl?"

"Probably a special one, I'd bet my bottom dollar." She'd emphasized "bottom." I knew when Miss was close. & Miss was close.

"Pink."

Oh-my-God. Miss had arrived---I was holding her.

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I like the movie better.

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Panted I was to dispense of my part, comb it straight back after substituting Vitalis with Brylcreem.

"Cully, it's right here for when Miss comes." She'd showed me. Twixt visits I'd secretly do the substitution, look at it in the mirrors, then shower it out before Girl came home from work.

My hands shook as I worked it in---then hard brushed it thru. She'd put in special lighting and it helped.

One morning I'd spied her looking at her bottom with the same hour glass hand mirror as I held now. We'd found it at an area swap meet. "It's antique." She was naked, white and gleaming. She angled it one way to the wall of mirrors in her bathroom. Then changed the angle, back & forth, up & down, around & around she moved, her face impassive, eye lashes extended, at the last freezing her body in place as I backed away from my hiding place.

I possessed that antique mirror now. I wasn't as adept at angling it though; gut sucked in, the reflection of pink panties & near jet black hair was amazing.

"PINK!"

"Man, you're getting her pissed!" I chided myself, aloud, everything was aloud now.

"GD lunatic." I snatched up her belt. "Let's go."

I wasn't permitted to make eye contact. "Cast your eyes to the floor."

It's laid out as follows: Master Bedroom, master bath, laundry room, back patio doors, kitchen, living room, spare bedroom. Straight shot, 80'x14'.

I would try and get a quick look as I passed into the kitchen. There was a 5x5 opening in the wall twixt that kitchen & living room I would level my head and try and catch her, but, it was difficult. Just a glance. Had on the same black stretch pants and that same gray sweatshirt. And the glasses. Large frames. I'd searched this house top to bottom after Girl left for work and could not find those GD glasses. She didn't wear glasses. It was the only article she'd donned that appealed to me aside from the adorable pink tennis shoes Miss wore, probably for traction. They were so sweet. I wanted to be on top with Miss's legs spread wide at precise angles with her pink tennis shoes on. I wanted to love Miss and have Miss love me. Alas, those shoes too I searched for---in vain. And that sweatshirt. I'd wondered what she was hiding under there. I wanted to know. "You dummy, you, it's Girl, she's got the same damn thing."

"I know, I know, but, I want to see them."

"Cully's not a tit man." Rang thru my gourd. Maybe I could be a tit man with Miss.

I faced the carpeting as I cut the corner. Everything at sharp angles & levels. "You bend over correctly, so that you're straight up and straight over. Brace yourself on the edge of the couch, fingers straight out, thumbs straight down. Keep that panted bottom on the corner, edged properly. Do not raise it for any reason whatsoever. Be-not-proud. I pull the panties down. That is my province, mine and mine alone. I do not pull the panties up. That is your responsibility. And it's not pannies. It is panties, the (t) is present. You will account for that (t) and not overly so, Cully, or, you will be punished." A slight pause then on to the end that first day: "You'll learn as we go. I will teach you through discipline and of course the tried and true method; corporal punishment. Yes, here we utilize the strap and I will spare it very little."

Girl wouldn't spank me. "No, Cully, I'm not doing that. We'll get somebody." She raised her from Hell.

"My belt." I handed it over.

"Bend over. Feet at shoulder width, plant them." She'd attach a spreader bar to my ankles then. Velcro it tight. Girl got it somewhere and gave it to her.

She always smacked the couch cushions a couple good ones before the interrogation went forward. Today was no different. "Thwack!!!" 3 times. "GD lunatic, you." To-my-self.

"You want to watch, is this correct."

"What?" & I known better.

"She slashed me twice."

"I ask the questions."

The reason why only she pulled the panTies down was because once down I couldn't get them back up in the state I was in. So, once down I was in trouble. Difference was welts, or, no welts. Black & blue, or, just black.

Bless her blackened heart my panTies stayed up.

"You want to watch, is this correct?" That nasty, superior, impatient tone, yes, that I lived for, but still indicated I was beneath her contempt. Only doing this because she'd been asked at the last Bra Burner Convention (BBC).

"Yes, Miss."

"She knew." Of course she knows, she's Girl!"

"I know, I know. Leave me alone, I'm trying to survive, not make sense of this."

"Have you been leaving open magazines; book marked at articles, letters, and materiel about this activity and your proclivity to and for it?"

"Oh, my God, she knows." The magazines were never disturbed. I figured she hadn't seen 'em. & I'd left so many. "Oh-my-Lord."

"Thwack!" In my panic I'd forgotten to answer.

"Yes, Miss, I did that."

"You'll offer no interference, resistance, or, complaint, aka whining about this activity. Is this correct?"

"Yes, that is correct."

"If you change your mind, or, experience any question, comment or concern about this activity you will bring same to Girl's attention at the first opportunity."

I still hadn't learned.

"Can you give that to me again?" I was asking for it, yes, but, there was some dichotomy twixt the last 2 queries.

In a sustained attack she blistered my ass. My panTies were pulled down toot sweet after the attack. I didn't care. I wanted them down. I wanted my ass roasted. The end was nigh.

"If it become a problem you will speak up, in private with Katie-Girl?" Just a trace of devilish laughter. Laughing at me. I loved Miss.

"Yes, I will."

"There's more, but, Girl will handle the particulars upon her return. She requested that I curtail this classroom session as she has many duties to perform before your house guest arrives on the morrow."

I was grateful. She usually hounded me about menstrual cycles & childbirth. "How would like to have a week of headache, body ache and bleeding from your cock once a month? You couldn't stand it. Or, a football being pulled from your asshole, you asshole?" I wasn't up to it this time with Tommy coming, on the morrow.

It was Crescendo time. My word. Her's was "Brace." Rule Number One: real tears, not fake. That was the only rule and it was strictly enforced. I'd failed once. And I never failed again.

She re positioned those adorable pink tennis shoes, spread them out to an advantage.

"Brace!"

The tears came easily. I tried mightily to stave them off. I craved the pain, I needed to eclipse that level of pain where pleasure would imminently follow. Where the tendrils of nerve endings would activate in the farthest cadres of my physiology. The pleasure then would catch fire, radiate and sustain for days if not a week, or, more. A loving warmth.

Crescendo was akin, just in an inane comparison that sequence -Raging Bull- where LaMotta lets Robinson in. "C'mon, what are you waiting for, Ray? C'mon!!!"

I'd let Miss in.

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It was quiet now. Just a bit of gathering as Miss released the spreader, took that and the belt and left the room. Not a word was spoken. I kept my eyes shut. It wasn't a rule, but, I didn't want to see being seen. Not now. Not her. I removed the panties, checked the gusset, satisfied I folded them neatly, then spread my favorite quilt open on the couch, laid down and facing the back awaited Girl.

A kind of shock would envelope me in the aftermath of her visits. Like when somebody on TV gets the living shit beat out of them-they're in shock. For me it was refreshing, an epiphany would take place. A renewal, if you will. A liberating cloak would cover me. Of course I knew that Girl was on her way and she'd be, well, everything. Aside from the Crescendo and in some ways even better was the arrival of Katie-Girl. It was in truth my favorite part. Miss was gone, she never loitered the premises. I'd imagine the patio door sliding & then sliding again. Miss stepping down into the back yard and then descending the incline thru the woods beyond.

"Oh-my-goodness, Cully! My little Cully-boy, my little boy." The descending roll-call the exact same each time, till finally I was just a little boy again.

There is a part-The Wild Bunch-where the Bunch is visiting the ancestral village of "Angel" a (Bunch) member.

"Don Jose'," village patriarch:

"Not so hard. We all dream of being a child again, even the worst of us...perhaps the worst most of all."

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She'd come prepared with facial tissue, etc.. Wiped my tears, held fast as I blew my snout, then unscrewed her trusty jar of Aloe Vera Lotion. "On your belly, Cully-boy."

Almost a sizzle sound could be heard when she applied the cool green ointment to my well done buns.

"That feels so good, Girl."

"Just relax, sweetheart."

As she was treating my over heated rump my mind wandered to the interrogation I'd just undergone by Miss. I quickly reflected on a number of instances where Girl had been kissed by other men. The beating had indeed cleared my mind.

Yes, I was pleased Miss had ferreted out my discovery of (watching). I had done all the things that Miss accused me of. I didn't want to approach Girl, though upon reflection there'd been signs pretty much all along the line; Stolen kisses in in-flight elevator cars at the office. "It happened so quick, honey, I didn't realize until it was too late. I think he waited until he could board and we'd be alone. But, nothing happened, I swear to God."

Kisses in the lounge anti rooms on Fridays. "He put his hand on the wall, kind of blocking me from getting away. So it just happened. But, nothing happened, I swear to God."

"When I turned around from using the pay phone to call you so you'd know I'd be late he was just there. And we kissed. But, nothing happened. I swear to God.

Opened mouthed kisses on the disco floor at a place in the Old Market area of a Saturday night. "We asked you if I could dance with him and you said it would be okay. The music was hot, but, nothing happened." She didn't have to swear to God on that instance. We'd left and coupled in the underground parking garage like two animals. She was uncontrollable. "He was so cute, Cully. His name was Mark."

There were more, but, she swore up and down that "nothing happened." I put her under the "Swear to God" protocol and she swore to it each & every time.

And another one: in a pinball emporium in the same Old Market District. She'd kissed the owner in the change room in the back. She'd gotten a part time job on weekends. Pay and I'd play all the machines for free. He also owned, well his mom & dad owned it: Casio's Steak House down by the stock yards on 24th St. Yeah, Joe, Joe Casio. "He said he got lost in my eyes. But, nothing happened. I swear to God, honey."

It was coming back to me one case after another. Casio also owned that Disco where "Mark" had kissed her. It occurred to me that evening that incident took place she wasn't real keen in going there. "Let's just go to Gizmo's so you can play some pinball. I'll watch you." I hadn't been banned yet, I knew that for certain. Now it came back clear, the beating I'd just undergone had cleared the cobwebs! "No, let's see if Joe is there. Say hi." We'd walk up to his joint. The entrance was beneath street level. I looked down from the railing at the sidewalk above; you could see right into the place, he was behind the bar, and Girl, she was lagging behind, had turned loose of my hand. The look on that wop's face. I didn't think anything of it at that moment, but, I looked behind to see where she'd gotten to and she had the same fuckin' look on her mug. (Hand in the cookie jar) type look. (Shit is weak) look. "Why didn't you realize that?" But, she'd been sworn on the smooch in the change room.

"Did you make her swear on the entire time frame?"

"Christ, no."

She scored my crevice once, twice, I plowed thru the third insinuation of her index finger as it brushed across my knot. "I'm going to lubricate this, Cully."

I believe it was her index finger. "God, you're a tight ass." She giggled.

I could feel my spunk begin to stir. The beating, the anal penetration, her voice, that giggle, the rush of remembrances.

She ran it in & out several times. "I'm going to blow you, boy. I'm going to leave my finger buried in your hole and I'm going to suck your stuff from your balls straight into my tummy. You deserve a treat. You've been a good boy, a good Cully-boy."

The knuckle head I was at once laid off the remembrances and made the decision to let her off the hook about swallowing my essence. I hadn't cum in about a week. God only knew what was stored in my overloaded and mostly liked tainted Cowper's Gland. No, I couldn't do that to her even though I finally figured out why I was driven to watch. She'd driven me to there.

Oh, and a another case crested my keened consciousness:

In the Bell Bowl one Saturday afternoon. We had our balls stored there in those little lockers. It's our home alley if you will. "I was kind of trapped between the two rows of lockers, that little aisle area there? Remember? He was getting his bowling ball out at the same time I was getting our balls out. Remember, you sent me to get both balls because you wanted to play pinball. Remember? He kissed me. I should have dropped your 16 pounder on his foot, that would've fixed his wagon, huh?"

Again, since I was there nothing happened, but, she'd told me while we were bowling, not when the kiss took place. "I didn't want to tell you until he left. He's gone, Cully."

We both agreed it was better just to leave, go home and talk about it.

"You were so upset. Remember what happened?"

Yeah, she was incredibly wet when she sat on my face. And then wouldn't kiss me when she got off. Yeah, I remembered.

She tapped my prostate gland. "Feels good, doesn't it, little boy? Cully's no-no secret place. Once more for good luck." A firmer tap. We had a coffee table book on human anatomy. Girl knew whence she tapped.

"Please, Girl."

"I'm going to take it out, get you situated on your back and then I'll re-insert it, nice and deep. Real deep. But, only one finger, Cully. You're too much a tight ass to get two in there." She ran her nails across the bottoms of my feet.

I squealed like a bitch.

"I should tickle you to orgasm sometime."

Her pattern of indiscretions could wait. I turned over. My roasted hindquarters on-fucking-fire.

"Cully! My goodness, look at your boner." She giggled.

"Don't you worry, mama is going to take care of that for her little boy."

I couldn't let her do it. "Girl, you'd better not swallow. I haven't cum in about a week. With all the craziness goings on and you being..with...well,,,there is going to be too much and it'll be thick and gross. It's okay, just let it go. Alright?"

"Cully, that's so kind of you. Thank you, darling. Next time then, I promise. Now, lay back and relax. Since you've been a good boy. I'll be a good girl and use 2 fingers, tight ass, or not. Draw your knees up, baby." I obeyed. "That-a-boy." She tinged her tone with baby-talk. This was going to blow the top of my fuckin' head off.

"Girl promises not to squeeze too hard, but, I'm going to hold our family jewels in one hand, and fuck that ass with the other. Once you release I'll turn loose your bag and steer the jet."

"Please, Girl, finish it. God help me. God help me. God help me!!!"

I squeezed my eyes shut. And who should appear but that damn Miss. I wanted to follow her into those dark woods and see what was under that sweat shirt. Did she have a bra on under there, or were her bare breasts, those perfect nipples rubbing up against that soft flannel on the inside of that sweat shirt? I'd eat her pink tennis shoes right off her bare feet. No socks to a Crescendo? Break her glasses so she couldn't tease me anymore with them. Then apologize & beg her forgiveness for breaking them.

Girl was squeezing too hard on my testicles. "She's going to pop one, GD it."

I peeked as she licked the fresh finger and licked the used finger and shoved both in one directed drive.

It was too full and I felt the lid flip over. Hot lava. Nothing was going to stop it.

"My-little-boy." That-was-it.

She caught me peeking, pursed her lips once then twice before engulfing my cock. She'd lost her tonsils as a child. "That's weird that you still have yours, Cully." We were face-to-face, in my basement with my Electric Football Game on the counter, mother and my dad upstairs...Dad:. "Cully! Be nice to her now. She's your guest."

"Yeah, don't hit me with a snowball again, Cully, you mean boy, you." She teased. Those hazel eyes, with specks of dark gold.

I hit her uvula and don't remember much thereafter. Just the cool air after she pulled it back thru the hot velvet of her mouth.

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"Cully, are you okay, puddin-head? Cully-boy?"

I was human again. I'd cleared the pipes. Sure, my buns were super heated, but, my nut was broken. And my presents awaited.

"Christ, I needed that, Girl. Needed it bad. It was almost medicinal. I enjoyed it, sure, yes, but, it was compulsory, trust me, youngster." I was buoyant. I grabbed the pink panties, & began clean up operations.

"Cully, not with those!" She tried to snatch them from me. But, it was too late. There wasn't as much as I'd imagined and it wasn't thick, nor gross after all.

"I have to launder them anyway. Right?"

She kind of waved it off, her brow furrowing.

"Cully, I need to tell you something." In an instant (Loving Girl) was gone. Girl, (Girl-Girl,) the head, the matriarch of our 2 person clan had replaced her.

"Now what?" I lamented to myself. I'd no sooner nutted than it was starting again.

"I wanted to tell you, but, everything happened so fast. This is the first chance I've had and I wanted to hold off until Miss left and you had your,,,well your fun time here. Time has been so compacted. I was even going to wait till morning, but, that's not fair to you with Tommy coming so early."

"What is it?"

"Cully, that night on the highway, I didn't tell you the truth, the whole truth."

"Dear God, I was set up." To-my-self.

"It happened so quick. I didn't see it, Cully until it was there. One second Tommy was crying and the......" She'd come to a halt.

I wanted to crack wise, but, this was not that.

"Go ahead, honey, I'll listen."

"Cully, I should have told you. Cully, Cully? Cully!...he put his service revolver to his head in the car. It happened so fast. I couldn't...I didn't. And then he did that and then he pulled the hammer back. I can still hear the clicks, Cully. Cully? Cully! Please!"

I took her into my arms. "Girl, it's okay."

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"Tommy" by Culburn Castleberry

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While the water heated up for tea, I quickly dressed.

At least she hadn't went into an all out crying jag. Those could last a day, or, two.

She just remained on the couch, drying her eyes with the facial tissue she already had on hand. I'd been beaten to tears, she'd been traumatized to them.

"The Whistler" went off-she jumped. "Cully!" I ran like the dickens, nearly wiped out on the tile, then cut the switch, poured, squeezed the bags, with my bare fingers, eschewing the steep & served. I included some Bordeaux Cookies as a side on the tray.

"Thank you, Cully."

"How did you get him to put it down?" I didn't know what else to say or ask.

And I know it's selfish but I had a sneaking suspicion I wasn't going to get my presents before bedtime, my last bedtime in our bed.

"Cully, please don't say he can't stay here now." Hard-eye-contact. It was not up to debate. Been there. Girl as a girl, and Girl as a woman are two entirely different entities. Girl as woman was not a lot of fun.

"I didn't say anything. I didn't say that."

"I know. I just want to make sure about that question."

I shut my mouth and waited. Opened it back up and crunched a cookie.

"It's all jammed together, all of it. The speed, the stop, him at the window, begging him, begging you. The gun. It just appeared out of nowhere. I did, I did hear the sound of the leather, then it was at his temple. I swore to him I wouldn't leave him, that we'd go somewhere and I'd listen to him, that we'd talk, all night if it that's what it took, that we'd find a way forward for him. I swore I'd fix him, make it right, that I'd been chosen to be in that cruiser with him. God had chosen me. But, he had to give me the gun. That if he pulled the trigger he'd destroy all 3 of us, not just himself. That I knew in my heart that he was not a selfish man. And that was it. He started breathing again. It was like a dream when he handed me that gun, Cully. A slow-motion dream. I was shaking so badly that I didn't know whether I could release the hammer without blowing a hole in the firewall."

I snagged another cookie, offered her same. "No, thank you." 3 were left.

"He broke down crying. Just sobbed, begging me to help him, to make it stop. I set the gun on the floor board and took his hands in mind. I told him: "Tommy, listen to me now. I'm going to send Culburn on his way home and then I will be back in this car with you in 5 minutes."

"Do you trust me, Tommy?"

"Yes, I do. Please come back. Missus, don't leave me here."

I was pole axed. "Girl, he said that to you?"

"Yes, Cully, I couldn't believe it. Those exact words. Cully, God put us on that highway that night. We started the day at Mass, remember? You asked me who I prayed for. I prayed so hard that morning for you and I to work together always, to be a team forever. And that's what happened. When one of God's children needed help God sent us to help Tommy with God's guidance. We did that Cully."

"It's a miracle, Girl."

"When I came back to the car, I had to leave the pistol by our back tire. I couldn't leave it there in the cruiser. And even then I didn't know whether he had a throw-a-way piece, or, where the shotgun was. If you'd a seen me with his gun you'd a been so alarmed. I couldn't bring it into our car."

And she was right. I could only imagine what I'd a thought if I saw her walking back toward the Plymouth with a gun in her hand. Knowing my paranoid ass I'd a gotten out and started running into a corn field.

"And then I worried about him taking off in his cruiser and running head long into an abutment up the road. And us back there with his gun, my finger prints all over the damn thing. How would we explain that?"

"It never ends, Girl. What was he doing when you got back?"

"Crying with relief."

"Thank you, Missus, God bless you."

I told him: "Tommy I'm not leaving you. We're going to work this out together."

"We waited until you left, then headed to his place."

I wanted to broach the fact that neither of us were professional counselors of any kind, but, she wasn't going to hear it and I couldn't blame her in a way. It looked like a genuine act of God had taken place.

"He didn't ask for the gun back. I shoved it in my purse and left it there. Once in his apartment I suggested that he change out of his uniform for the trip to get take-out. He got back just as I hung up with you."

"The hot food helped to settle us both down."

I was going to inquire as what kind of food it was, but, I successfully resisted that urge. Though I would ascertain that fact some weeks later: KFC, replete with those little Strawberry Shortcake desserts.

"We ate, with the hot tea-then I made a pot of fresh coffee."

Again I resisted the urge to inquire as to the brand, but, would later find out it was Maxwell House.

"Moved into the living room with the coffee and hashed it out till dawn broke. He broke down numerous times. We both did, cried in each others arms, Cully. He kept thanking me for saving his life." She stopped. "Cully, he thanked you as well, honey, trust me. I swear to God. I asked him to pray with me and we did. We knelt by the couch and prayed."

I was trying to segue into the realm of, well, you know...I'd initiated a 10 count, at (9) Girl saved me the trouble.

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"Cully, do you want me to tell it in great detail, or, should I just give you an overview?"

We'd moved into the kitchen for a second cup of tea. This one I'd steeped while Girl used the bathroom.

I was tempted to go for the overview. Something told me to tread slowly in these strange, dark waters.

"The former, in great detail."

"Are you sure, honey?"

"No, no I'm not sure, but, do it anyway."

"We'd finished praying, but, were still on our knees, holding hands when I spoke to him plain: "I want to be with you, Tommy.'"

I closed my eyes.

"Cully. Cully?"

"Don't stop, Girl, keep going, please."

"I don't want Cully to be hurt, Girl."

"Cully would not be hurt, Tommy. I promise."

"How would that be possible?"

"I would tell him."

"I don't understand, Girl."

"He'd want us to go to bed together, Tommy. I know he does. I know my husband, Tommy."

"Girl, I have to get some air. I can't sit here anymore." I clambered up & out the patio door, Girl in pursuit. "Cully, wait!"

I sank into my lawn chair. Set my head between my knees.

"Cully, are you okay? I'll get you a cold cloth. Hold on, boy!"

She came back with an ice pack.

"No, stay bent over, I'll hold it in place, Cully."

The pack felt wonderful on the back of my neck. And so I let her hold it while I starred at the ground twixt my knees. It was better when I didn't have to look her in the face as she told it.

"Are you going to be able to stand this, Cully? This is no good, boy. I'm worried about you."

"Cut to the chase, did you go to bed with him?"

"Yes."

"Oh, dear. Okay, okay, go back and detail it out from when I bolted the kitchen table. I have to hear all of this. Hup! How much is there though, Girl, seriously?"

"Seriously? This ice pack will be well melted long before I'm done. Plus, I don't mean to be uncaring, but, I do need to call the man before too much longer, Cully. I promised and I don't want to worry him. So, what do you think?"

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I held the ice pack while she made the call.

"Hup! Can I listen in on the extension?"

"Cully, now no, that would not be right, honey. Plus, I'm going to tell you everything that is said, you know that. I just haven't had time to really be attentive to that issue, but, I'll do better, I promise, sweetheart."

"C'mon, he'll never know. I'll put my hand over the mouthpiece and just listen."

"No. And don't mention doing that again. Please?"

"Okay, okay."

"Cully, I mean it now. I don't want to have to worry about you skulking about when I'm on the phone with Tommy. I need to count on you here with Tommy. I-need-you."

"You got me. I promise." & I kept that promise. I never eavesdropped.

She'd been gone 10 minutes when the patio door slid open.

"He can't wait for tomorrow."

"He's okay though?"

"Yes, bless his heart. Cully, you have to be extra nice tomorrow, okay? He needs our support. He is still at risk."

I did not want to think about that particular risk. I never liked mixing sex with violence, (Miss) withstanding.

"You can count on me, Girl. I'll do good, now, tell it and slowly."

"Okay, where was I? Oh, yeah, I know: He started to undress me, but, I told him: 'Not here, Tommy. Please, darling.'"

"I God's, Girl, you said that him?"

"Yes, I didn't want to have our first time be on his couch, or, on the floor. I stood on tip-toes, put my arms around his neck and whispered into his ear: 'Take me to bed, Tommy.' in that voice I use when I really want something, you know that voice, right, boy?'"

"Vaguely."

Girl laughed, she was getting into it. And so was I, the fresh air and open space rallying me.

"I was in my jammies of course, the ones he bought me at Woolco, along with my new panties. I asked him to get me cotton panties, not nylon, or, rayon. You know how if I where those my pussy gets all agitated. So, after I took a quick bath I dressed in a nice pair of blue cotton panties and the blue and white jammies. I'll show you those later."

"You took a bath in front of him, Girl?"

"Noooooo, don't be silly. He was very nice, showed me to his bathroom, made sure I had everything I needed, then left me alone."

"Did you lock the door?"

"Of course not."

"Did he like peek, or, come in accidentally-on-purpose without knocking?"

"Cully! Now stop it. He did not peek, he was, no, Tommy is the perfect gentleman."

"Fine, back to the living room part. Go."

"Am I telling it good, Cully? I want to do good at this so you're not dissatisfied."

"Perfect, Girl."

"You're feeling better, aren't you, boy?"

"Yes. I just hope I don't crash."

"If you do, just remember to come and talk to Girl. Have I ever let you down?"

"No, never. Not once." And she hadn't. & I was no picnic, especially in that early circa.

"And I never will. Wasn't I there when my entire Freshman class wanted to kill you because you took me away from them?"

"Yes." Though my brother came in mighty handy as well in that crisis. He could beat me up, oh, absolutely, but, let anyone else try it & WW3 would commence.

"Okay, then."

"Though you did kiss that Randy Tillman after we'd started going steady, Girl."

"Oh, it meant nothing. And nothing else happened, I swear to God."

"I believe you, punkin. Now, where were we?"

"Oh, let me think. I got it! He held my hand and led me into his bedroom. It was very dark and he asked if it would be okay to turn on a lamp."

"Yes, Tommy, please. And can we close the door?"

"We're the only ones here, Girl, I promise."

"I told him I knew that, but, I would just feel more comfortable having privacy."

"I'll even lock it."

"Cully, he had the sweetest smile."

"Thank you, Tommy."

"And it progressed from there. I smiled at him, you know that smile I get whenever we're about to fuck. I wanted him to be comfortable. He came to me and kissed me."

"On the lips?"

"Well, first he hugged me tightly to his chest. Cully, he was trembling. But, once I hugged and held him his tremors stilled and we just clung to one another for a spat of time."

"Who kissed who?"

"Oh, he kissed me. I was going to go first, but, I didn't want to be too forward, so, I waited for him and he made the first overture."

"You closed your eyes?"

"No, I left them wide open, you dingle berry. Of course I closed my eyes. He closed his and he kissed me."

"On the lips, Girl?"

"Of course, Cully, we were fixing to sleep together."

"I God's, Girl, this is hot. Weren't you scared?"

"No. You'd think I would be. Uh, uh. It was pre-ordained. I saved Tommy's life, no, we saved his life and he and I found each other as dawn broke. I know that sounds corny, but, it is the truth. He is a good man, a beautiful man. Tommy's heart is pure, there was no danger once he did as I pleaded with him to do in that cruiser."

"Did you guys actually do it, Girl? Actually have intercourse?"

"Yes."

"He came in you?"

"Yes."

"How many times?"

"Twice. At first there. Then we slept and upon waking we had relations again."

"Did you, you know, suck him?"

"Not that first night, well, that first morning, but, well, I shouldn't lump separate instances together. Is that okay?"

"So you have performed fellatio on this man?"

"Patience Cully, please?"

"This is driving me crazy, Girl."

"Do you want me to stop?"

"You mean stop any further sexual relations, or, stop telling me about them?"

"Well, now that you mention it, both."

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"Neither. Please keep going on the first coupling. Sorry, Girl."

The thought of her snorkelin' him had me snortin', but, I needed to hear it in order, or, it could easily get screwed up. She was right.

"Understood, Cully. He unbuttoned my pajama top."

"Were you wearing your bra?"

"No. You know I never wear my bra under my jammies."

"He saw your breasts?"

"Of course. I wanted to him to see my breasts. I wanted to be naked for him to see and enjoy."

"Damn, Girl, you tell this a certain way to drive me to distraction. Fuck!"

"Well, it is my way, sure, but, I want you to enjoy it, Cully. If I'm not doing it right just say so and I'll tell it a different way. A more mundane way. You decide, sweetheart."

"Please don't change a thing. I'm just letting my mouth overload my ass, as usual. Tell it like you've been, I'll shut up."

"No, it's okay if you interrupt, I want you to enjoy the telling of the particulars. You're part of our threesome. No, that's not the correct term is it? We're not a threesome, we're a trio, right? A nucleus, perhaps. A nucleus about to be born and joined."

I knew (threesome). We were definitely not that. A (nucleus) sounded good.

"Yes, a nucleus. Who's the leader, Girl?"

"Since were speaking in truth I'll tell you, boy. Not you."

Christ, I knew that was coming. Damn ball buster.

She continued: "And not me. If I'm not mistaken it will be Tommy. And it makes sense: He's older than us. He's 35. He's a man. You're a boy. I'm a girl."

She was such a brat. I was so GD in love with her I couldn't see straight.

I was going to bring up his suicide attempt, but, that would not have been fair and would've brought the evening to a direct close. He wouldn't be coming, she'd probably be going and they'd be shacked up over at that apartment complex---with a pool.

But, I had a point. A vulgar one, yes, a point I'm glad I kept it to myself because Girl was dead on right. Tommy Gentile became our leader.

"You like him."

"You love him." To-my-self.

"He's a good guy, Cully. A prince."

"You were only with him a couple days, youngster."

"I could be wrong, but, you'll see. If I'm wrong I won't deny it. I'll admit it to your face."

"Would you tell the rest of the initial coupling, Girl, please?"

"Of course, sweetheart. I want you to enjoy our nucleus as much as Tommy and I will."

"Let's go inside and have some more tea. And I'll get the rest of the Bordeaux's. C'mon, Girl."

I pulled her up and into my arms. She was warm and soft and squeezable. Nary a sharp edge, smelled of youth, of girl, of life. He'd been this close & closer, as close as I'd been? No, no one had ever been that close.

Her eyes were perfect that night, the hazel and gold specks in full disclosure. "I am going to wake you before you're rested and I am going to give you something. Then I want you to enter me. I will spread wide and accept your seed. Yes, it will be frustrated and denied entry to my light, but, upon expulsion I want you to consume it and lick me, there in my special place. I will not scream, boy. I'll take your pillow and squeal into it. You know how I squeal into it when I love you so."

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Girl had much to accomplish before Tommy's arrival on the morrow, so, we agreed to forego the recounting of her initial coupling on the promise that I'd get my presents instead.

"Now, I'll stand here with the trunk lid open and take out one gift at-a-time. There are a total of 4. You close your eyes and when I'm ready I'll let you know. Okay, boy?"

I readily agreed. "Go, go, go, Girl, c'mon, I've waited long enough."

"You're going to love each and every one, bless your little heart, Cully."

With great formality & fanfare she lifted the lid.

"Close your eyes, little Cully-boy."

I obeyed.

"You may open them."

"What, the heck, oh-my-God, Girl."

"Yes, you're favorite cigar, Black Watch by Robert Burns, Cully!"

"Holy shit, Girl, a whole box, sealed. I haven't had even one in quite a spell. Each cigar in it's own tube. Wow. This was not cheap, trust me."

"And look, here is a genuine Zippo cigar lighter with your initials engraved."

"C.D.C." - Me

"Close you eyes!"

I obeyed.

"You may open them."

"Good Lord, Girl, where the Hell did he find this?"

It was a near mint condition 1959 Edition of Cadaco All Star Baseball Game, with the spinner and the player discs. I had the '65 thru '69 editions.

"Where did he find it, Girl?"

"We went down on 24th Street at those hobby shops. He asked for a list of some of the things you loved, so I put the cigars and this game on the list."

"Cully, this last one is the best of the gifts, I guarantee. You'll never guess what it is, so, I won't challenge you. But, I'll give you a few hints I hope won't give-it-way. An actor takes this in a scene. And you'll scratch, but, not too much. And, get this, Cully, a piece of chalk is essential! Any guesses?"

"I got no earthly idea. What, honey?"

"Close you eyes, little boy."

"I obeyed." Two snaps like latches had been sprung.

"You may open them."

"Oh, my." My eyes instantly welled. "He shouldn't have, Girl. It's way too much."

"It's what you've always wanted, isn't it, Cully? I told him good, didn't I, didn't I, boy? I remembered. Tommy did good, didn't he, Cully?"

I was completely floored. Speechless.

It was a Dufferin Pool Cue. I removed it from the black leather case that Girl held open.

"Screw it together like you showed me back home. Remember, Cully, you used to take me and I'd get that blue chalk on my nose. I used to watch in my elevated chair while you played. And the other guys, the other players would flirt with me when you weren't looking. And then you'd win and you'd buy me Royal Castle hamburgers. Remember? First though look at the grip."

[Cully-boy] ingrained in the wood.

"That's gold inlaid, Cully, under 9 coats of lacquer. Tommy made them rush the order so it would be ready in time. Cully, the man knows everybody. And he's going to take us to a pool hall on Ames Avenue Saturday night!"

"You were up there, Girl?" I successfully tempered my tone of alarm.

"With Tommy, yes. It's perfectly safe. Everybody knows Tommy. He used to be an Omaha Police Officer assigned to that area. We even visited Tommy's mama, Miss Rebecca. She is so sweet, Cully. I told her all about you and we're going to stop and visit her too on Saturday. We're going to have a great time. Tommy and I are gonna dance in the same place where the pool hall is!"

Ames Avenue was the main drag in the colored section of Omaha.

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I left Girl whirling about as an adorable dervish, hit the sack & fell fast asleep.

"Boy, wake up."

"Jesus, Girl, what time is it?" I could tell thru the curtains that the sun had yet to rise.

"I have your surprise. Remember, Cully?" She was nude from the waist down, a plain white brassier held her diminutive breasts securely.

"That's right, I nearly forgot." I chased sleep away.

"Where is it, my surprise?"

"Did you sleep naked like I told you to?" I turned back my quilts. "Yep." My blood was still coagulatin', but, I'd get there. I didn't need the rubber mallet that would be a requisite 4+ decades & a lifetime on. Just a thought, a flash of light, of sound, of sight.

"Look, boy. My string, again. I even combed my pussy out for you, little Cully-boy. Then I set the string so you'd see it. Look."

No longer coagulatin', my blood rampaged.

"No, it's not my period. I swear to God. I've been so wet, so moist, I didn't want to mess up my new panties that Tommy bought me. Should I tug and pull, or, would you like to tug and pull?"

"I'll do it. Please?"

"Okay, you get up and I'll lay down where you are."

As I got up I noticed Girl's side of the bed was undisturbed. "You haven't been to bed, sweetheart?"

"No. I've been too busy and excited. He'll be here soon. I can sleep tonight."

"Now, the blue toilet tissue is right there, Cully. Set it there and we can toss it out after. Unless you want to steep it for tea."

I felt a trap. "You'd let me do that?" I was near incredulous.

"Of course I would. It's a special occasion. But, Cully, you mustn't tell anybody, especially Tommy. Only you and I would know, forever. Promise?"

"Sure, I promise. Would you like a cup too." I knew she wouldn't, but, what-the-heck.

"No, Cully, this is just for you, this one special time. You boil the water, steep the tampon, dress your cup and that's it. Right?"

"Absolutely." In the end it wasn't a big deal. I did, I considered what I'd lost, the marker I'd gained as Girl bathed and dressed for Tommy's arrival. I boiled the water, opened the blue toilet tissue, dunked the tampon in, it's acquired weight with an assist by my finger caused it to sink, take on ballast and steep. Two teaspoons of sugar, a splash of 1/2-&-1/2 & I sipped. Like I said, not a big deal. Though I put a bloodied one on my internal/infernal wish list. I'd live in the girl if it were possible, then///now.

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"Now, remember don't tug too hard. I'm pretty sure it's soggy, but, I'm not positive. Go ahead." Then added for emphasis & a slick ball bust: "I've been so wet this week."

I tugged---the little pod released---I pulled it easily from her grotto. "Lord, Girl, look at it." It was white, no curd, but, a wet conglomeration of what, of him, of Tommy? I did not query. Though I immediately sniffed it.

"That's a good Cully-boy, sniff Girl's liquid light."

Frankly, I wanted to bite it, and swallow it, but, didn't want to push my luck, gross her out, and/or choke on it. "I should put it on the tissue now, Girl?"

"Yes, baby, it will be there when we're done. I promise."

"I set it to, covered it lightly with the other fold of tissue as Girl moved."

"Is this wide enough to accommodate you, sweetheart?"

I didn't know she could spread that wide. She'd never spread that wide as long as I'd known her.

"Yes." Me

"C'mon, baby, c'mon and fuck Katie-Girl."

And I did.

And as I crested and tried with all my might to ride that apex forever as I always had and would forever she hissed into my ear:

"That second night, boy?---I sucked him all-night-long."

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"What did you mea..."

"Sssssshhhhhh, boy. Lick, lick your girl...now."

And I did. I cleaned it up first & fast. I didn't know if I'd dragged some remnant of his remnants as I scoured that same grotto. And I did-not-care. I feasted like a mad-man. Not only to slack some need I've never ID'ed, but, to finish so I could query what she'd meant. I knew what she'd meant. Hell, of course I knew. But, how could one suck on another's cock all-night-long? It was impossible. Hell, I tried to keep my promise, my own fucking vow to suck her pussy all-night-long, and we'd both settled for what, 15 minutes, 20 minutes tops? Yes, twixt 15-&-20, no more. And she'd sucked on Tommy all-night-long?

Sure, she had never sucked me all-night-long. & honestly, between me and my maker I wouldn't want that after the 15-20 minute standard. TV awaited, then cable, VCR, on & on.

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It'd been till that morning of Tommy's imminent arrival:

"Cully, no, it tastes funny. "
"Ewww, Cully."
"Did you really take a bath?"
"Ewww."
"It's too hard."
"It's too long."
"It still tastes funny."

The furrowed brow, white strings, the pigeon toes, all of it, every bit of it as we were on the precipice of a step down & onto a yellow brick road "bathed in light" that would, in the end, be "wrapped in fearful black."

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I moved.

"My beautiful boy friend,,,,,,there. Right there. I won't be long. I promise, Cully. Just-do-not-stop." I knew her spot. Tommy didn't. Tommy would. Tommy would, in the end know all that I knew, even more. This girl-child's muscles tensed, knotted & finally locked. As pretty as a silent Super 8 movie in slow-motion Girl slipped my pillow from beneath her head to over her face.

Near silent convulsions erupted, that I believed would never ease & cease.

"Cully, I needed that. I think it was really medicinal. I busted the Hell outta that nut, huh, boy?"

I was going to initiate a discussion of "all night long" but, the little dickens was faster:

"Cully, I have a huge favor to ask of you, darling. Absolutely humongous. Ready?"

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"Cully, what I will do is hand you a marker, redeemable after one year from tonight for anything your heart so desires. Anything. The only exceptions are it can't be some weird ass shit like when you wanted to rob that bank after we saw The Getaway."

"Girl! I never said we were going to rob that bank."

"Cully, I don't want to get into this old debate. But, you did want me to be Ali McGraw to your Steve McQueen. We'd rob it here, then flee to south Texas and cross into Mexico."

I wasn't really serious. I just mentioned it a few times. She was making more out of it than it was. And once she threatened to leave me and go back to Ohio I mentioned it never again.

It would rear it's head again when Baldwin and his wife Basinger remade the damn thing.
We were in the desserts by then, but, surprisingly I asked to go and surprisingly she'd granted permission and agreed to go along to the theater. "Sure."

At one point Baldwin's "Doc" is behind freaking rebar slats in a Mexican Hell hole jail, his eyes teaming with tears, quietly imploring Basinger's "Carol": "Get me out of here."

The ever present Girl leaned over: "See, Cully."

By then, (1994) I figured out the draw a bit more past the bank job. Finally learned the term. There was a cuckold tinge to both versions, strikingly more so in the '94 release. James Woods laid with Kim freeing "Doc".

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"And you can't call the marker involving Tommy in any way, shape, or form."

"That's it?" Me

"Yes. Deal?" Her

"No bank job. No Tommy. I'll take the marker."

"Here it is, Cully."

I stopped her with the palm of my hand.

"I'll save you the trouble, Girl. The favor is you want me to give up my spot in the bed, in the bedroom. Move out to the other end of this trailer. No gripe, no debate, no fit, no pissin', no moanin. Just do it."

No tears, but, her hazel eyes glossed over.

"Am I right, Girl?"

"Jesus, Dale. How?"

"What else could it be?" I prayed it wasn't something else. Something I wouldn't be able to walk away from. I was sure. I was not positive.

"Please, Cully-boy. I can't be sure he'll live if you don't." Now, now they welled.

Mine too. Thru the curtains I saw the sun had risen. "We got time yet, Girl, you change the sheets, I'll move my stuff."

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Part 5.

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Tommy called 11 straight up.

"I'll get it!!!!!!!!!" She cut the corner racing in from their bedroom. Was wearing those hundred dollar jeans & a top I'd not seen before.

"You have to be out of your fuckin' mind, Dale." To-my-self.

"Sure, c'mon ahead, Tommy. We're waiting for you, honey. Hurry, hurry, hurry, Tommy! I can't wait to see you." She looked thru the portal twixt the two rooms. Pursed her perfectly made up lips once in my direction.

Dropped the decibel & her face: "Yes, me too." That voice---in whisper, a thousand times into the original Castleberry homestead phone line: 243-1723.

And then for a moment I recalled the clicks of that trigger that I'd heard thru the report by girl reporter Girl.

The hairs on my arms stood up. And the echo of that morning's sun rise: "I can't be sure he'll live if you don't."

The call had ended.

"What am I forgetting, Cully-boy? You look so sweet, darling."

"Thank you." I did look good.

"Don't forget, Cully, to thank Tommy for your presents."

"I won't forget."

Honestly I couldn't wait to get on that patio by myself, break the seal on that cigar box and fire up my first Black Watch. Girl assured me that Tommy did not smoke.

"I'm so nervous, Cully."

"You look gorgeous, angel. Oh, and just some advice, Girl: When he gets here don't run out the door. Let him get into the house and wait till the door is closed behind him before you embrace him. Please, Girl. Our life is not the neighbor's business. What goes on in our home is our business. All of it. They can think whatever they want, but, don't throw it in their faces. Okay, baby?"

"Because Tommy is black, right?"

"That and because you're a married woman. White, or black we have to bear that reality once we're out in public, whether it's in the yard, or, out and about."

"You know what?"

"What?"

"Tommy more or less told me the same darn thing last night on the phone."

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What'd Tommy do as soon as he got inside the door? Closed it behind him and lifted Girl in the air. SOB!

"Honey, we were just kidding you. To bust your chops."

We'd not had a handful of people in that mobile home since we'd moved in. To have as large a man, a black man no less standing in it was shock-blast.

"Culburn? Haven't seen you since, well, since forever, but, I am so grateful to be here with you and the missus." We grasped hands in the traditional power shake of the circa.

"I mean it, man, I'll never be able to thank you enough for that night and well, I,,,"

Girl interceded. "It's okay, sweetheart." Took his hands in hers and tried to comfort the man. I was a bit nonplussed, but, held still. She saved the moment. "Cully, can you retrieve Tommy's bags from his Jeep? I'll show him around, okay?"

Sounded good. Him going back out there in broad daylight and hauling his stuff back in was only slightly worse than me doing it.

"Got it, Girl."

"Thank you, Culburn." He patted my shoulder as I went past him and thru the door, pulling it to as I stepped outside. Sounds ridiculous but I felt like every eye in that park was on me. Our trailer sat at the end and was arranged side-to-side, not in & out. We were broadside to the opposite side of the street.

By the looks of the Jeep Tommy was definitely planning for a long siege. Couple of large cardboard boxes & 3 suitcases. She'd said he'd be keeping his apartment: "You know just in case, Cully." Got it all unloaded & into the house. I could hear Girl's robust laughter down the other end, so, I left Tommy's belongings twixt the washer & dryer, fit right in there, then retreated back to the living room & took station in my easy chair.

I figured they wouldn't do it right off & I was correct, she was talking a mile a minute down there, laughing to beat the band. And I heard him laughing along with her.
"They're probably laughing at you."
"Probably." I answered myself.

"Tommy, look, your stuff! C'mon, I'll help you unpack and we'll hang your uniforms so they don't get wrinkled. I have a great iron though just in case." Then lowered her voice. "I'll go down and thank Cully, see if he's okay. You guys are so shy, so, you stay here and I'll be right back."

Bounded on in and nearly missed me as she was headed to the back bedroom. "Oh, there you are! Thank you, darling, for unloading that. Did you get everything?"

"Yep, I checked it."

She hopped into my lap. "Are you okay. He won't come down here. You won't go down there. You're just both so cute. That's okay though. We have lots of time to get acquainted. Rome was not built in a day. We're going to put all his clothes away and his gear, organize his uniforms and what not. Then he and I will fix lunch, well, a late lunch. Then we'll relax this evening, okay?" She was all lit up.

Lowered her voice: "He said he had a bit of a bad night, without me to watch over him, Cully." Like I was to blame. I'd told her to let him come over last night.

"He feels better now though, right?"

"Oh, yeah, he's heartened."

"Why does he call me Culburn?"

"Does it bother you? I could make him stop."

"No, no, don't mention it to him. I was just wondering."

"Cully, he's trying to be respectful and kind. He wants to be accepted, honey. He needs us, both of us. He's made his cry for help and we've answered that call. Now we have to see it on thru, both of us."

She looked right into my eyes. "You're okay, right? I'm counting on you, but, if there's a problem I need to know so that we can get that baby ironed out, pronto, uh, Tonto."

"Definitely, I'm fine. I'm going to duck out for a it bit and have a cigar, if you think that would be okay."

"Sure, go ahead, we're gonna be a while organizing the bedroom. Everything in it's place, hey? And you can drop by anytime, sweetheart. Remember, no closed doors."

That was the one hard & fast rule so far. [No closed doors.] Even bathroom doors. "If we see a closed door it will stunt our growth as the nucleus, remember Cully? It will have a negative connotation. We're not going to be doing anything behind a closed door that can't be displayed in an open setting, even going to the bathroom. If we're going to be intimate with and around one another we can certainly pee in front of one another."

"Okay, and to prove my point I'm going down there right now, lower my jeans and knickers and pee with the door open. You enjoy your cigar, boy. Now, hug my neck & kiss me, I'm off to settle our Tommy-boy, Cully-boy."

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The "late lunch" finally turned into dinner take-out.

"Cully, I'm so sorry, it's just taken a lot longer getting Tommy's belongings put away and that bedroom in an organized state." I was out on the patio smoking my 2nd Black Watch. "It'd be a great favor if you'd perhaps go for some take out. Would that be okay? We'd finish up here and then we could all sit down together. We've been snacking on some popcorn, but, we all need a warm meal."

I-was-miffed. For I sensed a wild goose chase so they could, well, fornicate in my absence.

She slid the patio door closed behind her. "What's wrong, hon?"

"You're not trying to get rid of me the first night are you, Girl?"

"Cullyyyyyyy, noooooo!!! Oh, that's why you're upset."

"And because I'm starving and was promised a home cooked meal." To-my-self. Rule #2: They did the cooking and baking. I did the housework, all of it.. Rule #1: No closed doors. Rule #2: as stated above.

"We just want to get the bedroom and bathroom squared away from the start so it's comfortable and so Tommy feels to home." She lowered her voice. "He brought a lot of stuff, bless his heart. But, Cully, no way. There is no sneaking around like that. Uh, uh. We just haven't had time to lay all the groundwork and rules down, but, you know he just got here and, let's face it I wasn't exactly sure he'd show up for positive, or, that you wouldn't change your mind at the last minute and call the whole thing off. We need to sit down, all of us and come to an agreement on how those relations will occur. I'll chair that meeting, if you'd like, no problem. I know it will be difficult for you guys, but, once we sit down we'll get it done. But, until that takes place there is going to be no behind your back hanky panky, that I promise you. Hey, I swear to God."

She sat down in her lounge chair. Which reminded me I'd need to fetch a third out of the shed sometime tomorrow.

She took my hand. "But, we haven't been totally chaste. We have kissed some, numerous times in truth and hugged the same amount, numerous times. Honey, Tommy needs to be hugged. And touched, not in a sexual way, no, but, in just a kind way, the human touch is vital for a person's mental and physical well being."

"Bend over. I'll fuckin' human touch ya." To-my-self.

"He's moving into a strange home with the husband of the girl he's having a relationship with, in the husband's bedroom, in that husband's bed!" I wasn't positive at this instant, but, Girl could a bust a ball with a poker face at the most diabolical of instances.

"Yeah, I know that. It was my bed." To-my-self.

"Put yourself in his place. He is nervous-he is scared. He's less than a week past from the most traumatic event of his life. So, I have taken the liberty of hugging and kissing him, but, I thought, I really believed that would be fine with you. And I'm excited to have him here, sure, I want to kiss him, he's such a sweetheart, but, that's as far it goes till we have our little sit down and discussion. Is that okay, honey? Cully?"

Her and her habit of kissing men. It was uncanny, but, I should have expected nothing less and I was agreeable to it. "Yes, that's fine, Girl. I overreacted. And you're right, Tommy needs affection, and lots of it. You're absolutely right on that, Girl. Bless-your-heart."

"You do recall them going at it asses & elbows over at his place, don't you?" To-my-self.
"But, that's different and you know it.. To-my-self.
"Debatable" Ditto.

"Thank you, Cully. Now, I'd better scoot back in there. He may wonder what became of me. Though I put his buns to work, by Godfrey Cambridge. He's so happy, Cully. Oh, and he's put some money in the house money can (empty coffee can where we put a few dollars to cover light expenses on a daily basis). He insists on pulling his weight. Isn't that sweet?"

"[By Godfrey Cambridge]? What the..." To-my-self.

Though the (money) perked me up considerably and at once. I was going to inquire as to his pitching in on the monthly house payment sooner than later, but, I knew that was not going to happen. "Cully, noooooo." She'd say: "We can't take his money like that. It's costing us no more with him here as not. No, Cully. No." I was just grateful to get that stipend in that can. I made a mental notation to check that can first chance I got. Tommy gave great presents, chances are he'd do likewise on the can.

"So, anyway take the money out of there for the food and just get whatever strikes your fancy. We'll keep nibblin' on the popcorn till you get back. And no hurry, I'm going to brew us a nice pot of tea as soon as you leave and talk to him a bit at the kitchen table. Settle him down for the evening so he has a good night's slumber. But, like I said they'll be no hanky and no panky."

Whatever she talked to him about? It-did-not-work.

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A weight had been lifted. And admittedly, a bit of disappointment lodged at the same juncture, as I'd a been angered and put upon had they done said hanky-&-panky in my absence---I'd have also been sexually charged, even super charged. I knew that at once, without a shadow of a doubt. It was a balancing act that initiated that evening and one I have endured thru the following decades; one-after-another.

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I was tickled absolutely pink to find over $400 in that coffee can! + our $19 seed money. I wanted to take the entire wad, but, I resisted that urge, taking it back out of my pants pocket and returning it to the coffee can. I took 2 twenties & was tempted to count the whole thing out and write it down to keep tabs knowing that Girl would be rooting thru it with her ass scratchers and helping herself to the proceeds, but, I did not want to get caught counting that damn thing in front of her, or, especially him! I made another mental note to count it late that night when everyone was asleep and no hanky & certainly no panky would be afoot. & as it turned out there would be no hanky nor panky that night. There'd be more much dire & serious doings afoot, that for certain.

I was so thrilled about the 400+ clams that I peeked in & found Tommy storing items under what used to be my bed. "Tommy, thank you, for the funds, guy. I really appreciate it. Where's Girl?" He pointed into the bathroom. "You are most welcome, Culburn. The least I can do, my fine friend. Hey, and that girl is a slave driver. I haven't worked this hard in a long, damn time, Culburn!" All smiles.

"Here I am." She was back on the pot, door wide open. "I had to take another pee, but the door is open. Tommy took a leak as well. And I watched him. It's my right!"

"I'll be back, kids---with the grub."

"Culburn, give my Jeep a try. You'll love it. Keys are on the kitchen table." As he ducked back under the bed.

"Thanks, Tommy. I will indeed." I'd always wanted to drive one of those damn things. Everyone driving around in them Lording it over everybody. Now I'd do so some Lordin'.

"Cully, be careful. No speeding!!! You shouldn't a done that, To..."

Got out there, fired his Jeep up, & it suddenly dawned on me what he'd said about Girl working him: "Hey, that girl is a slave driver."

Tommy Gentile was chock full of surprises.

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[Arthur Treacher's Fish & Chips] Got the full spread. Rarely did Girl & I splurge for Treacher's, but, with Tommy coming through like he had it was no problem.

Tommy regaled us with tales of the police, mostly up north when his beat was Ames Avenue as we worked thru the Fish & the Chips & the battered hot dogs I so loved. He could tell a story too, by God. It's a knack, one I haven't got, but, Tommy certainly held, even to a case that turned out to be close to home..."Had one, Girl, not too long ago in Pap." (He'd go short for Papillion). "At night, real late." Girl was listening in rapt attention. Me too. Her father? Forget it. He would try and tell the stories of his Cleveland PD work and it would always be a bitter disappointment. Made your ass want to eat your britches listening to him. Ugh.

Tommy: "Dangerous moment, Culburn. I lit him up, pulled him over. Guy and his missus, busting 115."

"Cully, that's you!!!" Girl laughing & pointing to beat the band.

It was a priceless moment. Girl couldn't stop laughing, Tommy as well. He got me and quite good. She hopped up & hugged his neck. "You are so cute!"

Girl had fallen for him. And vice versa. To watch them interact over that table that first night was both alarming & well, beautiful. The alarm was bound to trigger. But, the beauty, the satisfaction out weighed the alarm, for sure. They talked to one another like old friends, even though our age difference was considerable. Girl was a puzzle. She had multiple sides. She could work whether at the house, or, at the office with such dedication to quality. Then in the next breath be a muse of sorts, or, a spoiled child, and an interminable cock tease. She knew how to work a room, or, a person. She was like that at 15 when I met her & had changed very little."

I'd just made a pot of tea when the phone went off.
Girl grabbed it off the wall.

"Hello.
Yes.
Yes, sir." Girl pointed at Tommy.
"Of course, sir, Sergeant Gentile is sitting right here."
"Oh, yes, sir, it is Girl. Oh, I'm fine, we're having tea and well, here's Tommy, I mean Sergeant Gentile."
"What the..." To-my-self.
She placed the flat of her hand over the mouthpiece.
"Tommy, it's your Captain, honey." In a whisper.
"Uh, oh." Took the receiver. "Good evening, Captain."
"Of course I can, sir. Not a problem whatsoever."
"Well, yes, I'm sure they would be most interested. Very kind of you, Captain."
Girl's brow furrowed at once.
"No, sir, no. I thank you for thinking of me. Yes, sir. No problem. Good night, Captain."

Girl took the phone from Tommy & replaced it on the wall.

"Tommy, what? I don't want you to go, you're on vacation, we're all on vacation. This is our special time now. Don't go, Tommy. Make him stay, Cully."

"No, Girl, listen. Ssshhh." She'd already started vibrating in place. He'd have to hustle, or, she'd start crying any moment. "Remember, you were going to take me shopping first thing in the mor..."

"Honey, listen: I have good news and even better news. I have to pull a shift tomorrow evening, yes. And the better news? Who's up for a drive-along?"

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"What is that, Tommy?"

I knew, but, I let the cop tell her. It was his news after all. They were both so happy I thought he was going to pick her up again, but, they settled for a hug.

"Wow, I don't believe it. Do I get to sit in the front seat with you, Tommy? Cully, you'll sit in the back. Right, Tommy?"

Right off I thought of the last time she'd sat in the front seat in a police cruiser with him, but, I kept my mouth shut tight. That would dawn on them sooner or later.

He sat down and she immediately hopped into his lap. "No, you'll both be in the back seat and if something should come down serious I'd put you out and continue on. Back-up would be along shortly, or, I'd return."

"I don't like the sound of that, Tommy. Just take the easy calls tomorrow that way you don't have to put us out and we can all stay together." Girl was way ahead of everybody.

I played it cool, because big mouth Girl played it so big. She worked him over as to the merits of drive-along and her quest for front seat privileges. I steeped the tea, set out the cookies and watched not them, but, over them. I'd interject once-in-awhile, but, I just liked to, well, yes, watch.

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And it was amazing how we'd become so comfortable around one another so rapidly. I thought nothing of the fact that she was perched on his lap like that. Seemed so natural, even though the sight was striking. There was a beauty there, the contrast in color and size perhaps? Yes, but, there was more. It would take time and we had that, that time was en route. Time to look at them, consider them and make umpteen appraisals, judgments, & decisions, nearly all to-my-self. Tommy had set me at ease. There was no act with Tommy, no bravado, an honesty that was graveling. He was a regular "Joe." More like an extraordinary "Joe." Yes, that was it. I secretly admired him right out of the box. He was an accomplished man, there was no denying that.

"You could learn a lot from him." I reminded myself. "Without-a-doubt." To-my-self.

He had Girl in the palm of his hand, and quite frankly she had him the same way, but, he wasn't trying to maneuver her, or, me, or, the complex situation we were in. And she wasn't either. This had happened. God had dropped this into our lives for some reason. The obvious reason: to save & preserve Tommy's life. Seemed so huge a responsibility. I felt dwarfed at the calling. Thank heavens God had dropped that calling closer to Girl, by inches. She was up to it. Relished it. I thought of "Dragline" imploring "Luke"---"Get mad at them damn eggs." That's how Girl would approach saving Tommy. Get mad at anything that tried to stand in her way as the savior of this good man.

And I could be honest, if only to myself: Girl needed this. Girl wanted this. I could quash it, but, I never considered doing that, not seriously anyway. If I didn't want it after all was said and done I'd have a case and could live with it, but balancing (yes) & (no) as a lifestyle became my life.

[Cuckold] is an ugly word, a vulgar term. I hate it so.

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You damn fool, you. Can't you be delicate once in your life?

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Sitting up in bed waiting for Girl to come say her good nights, I was in a bit of panic truth be told. He was down there. I was no longer down there. "How did you let this happen?" I queried myself once again on the same subject.

"He put a gun to his head." A terse whispered answer after I'd checked the open door doorway.

"Cully, I'm going to change into my jammies then I'll be back down." I figured that after they'd went forward & I'd went aft after we'd finished our tea & crumpets amid the great celebration of our drive along on the morrow. She'd backtracked, ducked in & out with the promise delivered.

"Just be grateful they're not going to...or, will they?" This time to-my-self. If she came around the corner and caught me denouncing them it would not be a good look.

I promised myself that once the house came still I would skulk down there and ferret out any untoward behavior.

"And if you find it?" To-my-self.

"I'll skulk right back here and beat off." To-my-self.

But, the one fact remained stellar: Had he not put that gun to his head he wouldn't be down there. "Had you not tripped the second pair of six carburetors he wouldn't be down there ."

"I got one even better for ya:"

"If you hadn't went 115 he'd be most likely dead right now and not down there under a suicide watch by his benefactor/Girl and her husband. No. Indeed you'd a read about him in the Omaha World Herald: 'Papillion Sergeant Commits Suicide.'"

Had that out of body feeling again and closed my eyes.

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"Cully, Cully-boy, are you awake, sweetheart?" I'd drifted off.

"Oh, hi, honey."

"Cully, are you alright?"

I wanted to let it all hang out, but, I didn't have the heart to bring it all up again. So, I brought something else, a bit more benign, up.

"Oh, fine, Girl. Just a little bushed. But, how did that Captain, Tommy's Captain know you by name on the phone there earlier?"

"Oh, that, remember I thought I told you about that. The morning after you know that night Tommy and I went over to the precinct and talked to his Captain, Captain Howser."

"You talked to him with Tommy?"

"No, no, Cully, I just met him, then they went into his office and had their meeting. See, I advised Tommy to go in there and clear the air with his Captain. Start off on a fresh note after what had transpired. Clean up all loose ends. He was under the impression that he'd fallen down on the job over the divorce and the other officer having that affair with his wife. Tommy introduced me, and I told the Captain about you being out at SAC and working in a classified setting. You know I wanted to butter him up for Tommy."

I interrupted her.

"You didn't, you know like flirt with this man did you, Girl?"

"Oh, God, no. I know what you're talking about and I didn't do that, expressly did not." She jockeyed back to the doorway to check it.

Lowered her voice: "He's taking a shower, Cully, then he'll pop into bed and wait for me."

"A shower?" Aloud. Christ, here we go, I thought.

"Yes, honey, he has to groom himself. Cully, he's part of our family now. He has to have shower privileges, you goof ball, you. We're going to talk some after I hop in and then it's lights out. No funny business."

"I'm going to lose my fuckin' mind." To-my-self.

"Is that okay, boy?" Brow adorably furrowed.

"Yes, though it'll be a minor miracle if he doesn't have you bent over within 10 minutes of you hopping into that bed with him." Aloud.

"Christ, that's what I'd do if I were him." To-my-self. Then I thought to myself I should just close my bedroom door now, lock it, drop her jammies and bend her over my bed."

But, I didn't.

"Cully, now don't say that, even in jest. I swore to God we'd not do anything sexual tonight until we have our meeting tomorrow and I meant it. So does Tommy. We are adults you know, we do have restraint."

"Bend over, I'll show you fuckin' restraint." Aloud.

That was it. The straw that broke the proverbial camel's back.

"And another thing. Hold on." She broke Rule #1 and closed a door, my bedroom door.

"Cully, I'm going to say this in a most calm and studied way: You're not to utter that bend over epitaph as long as Tommy is living here. I put up with it because it is funny at times and I do appreciate your humor, ribald as it can become, but, if I hear Tommy repeat that saying it will break my heart and I will never forgive you. He is not going to become your bosom buddy in this house. No. You're not going to sit around here and play flinch and watch non-stop television with him. [bend over this. bend over that] No. Tommy is under a lot of stress and so very vulnerable. You need to grasp that reality, Dale, because that is what it is, a stark reality. We're responsible. You and I. We took that responsibly Sunday night and we have to see it thru. And, yes, he and I are in a relationship, an intimate one that you are going to be a part of-you are part of. I want you to be part of it. So does Tommy, but, he is not here for you to pal around with."

She clasped my hands in hers. "Promise me, right now, Cully-boy. I am calling your name."

"Bend over, I'll bosom your fuckin' buddy." To-my-self.

I was on-the-spot. Before it got out-of-hand I went: "I promise, Girl. I won't utter it ever again. I'm sorry, honey. Never again."

"Thank you. I appreciate it. Damn, you're a trial, Cully. I don't have enough on my plate and you start up." Turned loose of my hands.

"I know, I should be ashamed and I am. I'll straighten up and fly right. No more of that nonsense. I promise, youngster." She was lit.

"The old pipe of peace, smoke it with your Cully-boy? Please, Girl. I'm so sorry."

She almost smiled & just like that the proverbial hatchet was buried.
That was a close one.

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She finished up by telling me she'd shook the Captain's hand using an old trick a fortune teller had sold her when my parents took us to the Ohio State Fair in celebration after she'd accepted my ID bracelet-which meant we were going steady. My dad was taking us down the midway when we came across a Fortune Teller. $5 a pop! That was a lot of money for that era. "Take me, Cully, take me! Please!"

"Here kids." The old man handed me a twenty. "Oh, thank you, Mr. Castleberry. C'mon, Cully, take me! Now!"

"You're welcome, sweetheart."

"I'll be over there, kids." He pointed to a lemonade stand. He'd go from one lemonade stand to the next that day working his way thru the fair. It was interminably humid. Mother had stayed behind in the pavilion to escape the heat, but, mostly to guard the picnic she'd prepared. "You take the children, Cub."

"Yes, mom."

It was a large, gray, soiled tent. "Cully, hold my hand." 1/2 the old man's twenty just to get into the damn concession. Gone. Poof! I had $10 left and that ironically was the cost of the trick. Funny how that worked out.

"You two so young. She your girlfriend?" It was so dark in there. And smelled like a wet blanket. "Speak up, boy!"

"Yes, she is."

"You, girl, you like boy?"

Girl was ready, even at 15. "No. I love him."

"Too young." A wave of the hand. "I look anyway." In a flash she whipped aside a deep burgundy colored babushka to reveal a large crystal ball.

"Sit, sit, hurry. Too young."

Metal folding chairs.

"Long time I see. You long time. Your love, it long time. I see."

"Cully!!!" She squeezed my hand.

"She stubborn." It was not a question. "He stubborn." Again not a question.

"Too young." One more time with the "too young" & I'd get the old man.

"Light gone." The babushka magically reappeared and the crystal ball was out of sight.

"Time up. Hold hand all day, boy. You understand, girl?"

"Yes." We squeezed tighter.

"Thank you, Madame Rue." Almost in unison.

Turned to leave.

"You wait."

Turned.

"You have more?"

Girl went quick: "Yes, Madame Rue. Cully has ten dollars more."

Gone, the whole damn 20. The old man? "Here, here's 20 more. There's always more double-time."

"Thank you, Mr. Castleberry."

"You're welcome, sweetheart."

"C'mon, Cully, buy me a sno-cone, a blue one! Hurry."

The trick was simple, $10 simple: She taught Girl how to shake hands with someone and disturb their skin thru that age old cultural practice. You don't scratch them, nor, draw blood. Just glance the skin with the edge of a finger nail.

"You do right you make wish, you make hex it all come true. No do right, it not come true. It wrong. You practice. You see. Now go. Hold hand all day. Go!"

Girl practiced all the way back up 1-71. Practiced with me, then I fell asleep and she practiced with mother. Mastered it by the next day. You could barely feel it, but, the difference twixt the 2 shakes was there.

"You didn't tell Tommy what you'd done?"

"Noooooo. I'm not stupid. I just shook Captain Howser's hand, hit it right and hexed him to treat Tommy fair and square. And now you see what's happened: He kept his job, the Captain called on him when he needed somebody sharp and we got the drive along."

It was total nonsense, but, I didn't argue. After all she'd gotten her job doing that trick, supposedly. "Cully, there were 16 other girls interviewing for my position."

"How many others smooched the boss?" To-my-self.

There were other examples, so Girl claimed.

"I'll never use it for bad tidings, Mrs. Castleberry." She'd promised during that drive back.

"Yes, sweetheart."

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She left me on my first night out of the marital bed with a kiss and a fresh reminder: "Remember your promise, boy." No more bend overs.

Then turned as she neared the closed door.

"Hey, these are the jammies that Tommy bought me that first night at Woolco. I have a green and white pair too. I'll never wear anything else to bed, Cully. I promised him."

"What color panties do you have on under there, Girl?"

"White cotton and they're staying up! Now, good night, sleep tight and don't let them bed bugs bite."

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"Now what?" As I hustled to the other end of the trailer I noticed for the first time Tommy's gun belt hung upon the coat rack we had just inside the front door. I was ever so grateful to see his Smith & Wesson .38 in it's holster, 100% secured. Just past the dryer & before the washing machine I could make it out clear. It was Tommy & he was sobbing. It was difficult to make heads nor tales of his complaint, but, the word "gun" came thru awfully clear. I froze and then made a short retreat, backing away from the doorway.

"Tommy, no, honey, no, it's just a nightmare, Tommy. Close your eyes, baby, it's Girl, I'm here, Tommy, I'm here. You are not alone. Girl is here. Just a dream, baby, close your eyes and sleep, angel. You just need sleep. I will not leave you. I'll be here all night. Tommy, it's Girl, yes, it's Girl. I'm here now. I won't leave you again. I promise."

I went back to the kitchen, considered hiding his gun and then returned to my room, and sat on the bed. "Jesus Christ, Dale."

Girl showed up about 20 minutes later.

"Cully, sweetheart. I haven't much time. You heard that, right? Cully, I have to get back down there before he wakes and finds me gone. Please, Cully, get me a cup of tea and bring it down." I tried to query, but, was cut off. "No, boy, no. Tomorrow, not now. Everything is going to be okay. I promise. Tea, please?"

"On it's way. Go."

I made two cups, I didn't know whether he'd be awake or not. Arranged a tray and took it on down. She had Tommy in her arms, softly humming to him. Put her finger to her lips so I'd be quiet and waved me on in. He seemed to be fast asleep, the poor thing. She had him bundled in the blankets. "Put it down here, Cully. Thank you. Oh, just needed the one cup, but, you can leave both in case he wakes."

"Should I go, or, do you need me to stay?" I more or less pantomimed.

"No, go head back down and we'll talk in the morning. He'll be fine. He just needs to rest and sleep. I got him, Cully, but, thank, you. I love you, honey. Thanks so much." Gave me a thumbs up & went back to the hum. Couldn't quite make out what the tune was, but, it did sound somewhat familiar.

The water was still hot so I made myself a cup. Spied the .38 again, but, left it be. The mere thought of holding the GD thing was too much. I'd been cured of guns during a run in with the old man's 20 gauge shotgun when I was 15. But, that's another story for another time during Covid-19.

Back in my new digs I gulped the tea and rolled over. "Danny's Song!" By God, I remembered it. "Anne Murray." I didn't have all the lyrics down pat, but, I had enough and put myself to sleep singing them though "gun" reverberated as well.

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Morning, Cul,

It's just past eight. You were sleeping so peacefully that we did not want to wake you, darling. Tommy has taken me shopping. Well, to breakfast first, then shopping. He's feeling much better this morning, thank goodness. We started with a prayer upon waking and I believe that heartened both him and I. We included you in our prayer, Cully. I will keep a sharp eye on the youngster and should anything go wrong I'll ring you right off. We'll be back about 1. And we'll leave about 2, or so for the drive-along. Have a good morning.

I love you, Cully-boy.

- Girl

P.S., I know you wouldn't mind so I let Tommy drive us in your car.
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It'd been Scotch-taped to my door jamb.

Took a look. Sure as shit it was gone. "How the Hell did they drive off without it waking me?"

"Probably pushed it down the hill and started it at the bottom."

"Christ, if I could've gotten some sleep I would've heard them. How did he recover that quick from a what, a night terror?"

My head felt like it was going to explode. First night in a strange bed, though I knew that bed. It was Girl's childhood bed. It was part of her trousseau. "I must've slept on it wrong."

And wasn't it nice being able to talk to myself out loud again. I'd missed it.

"Their room! Go!" His gun was still there on the hat rack. I started up The Whistler, checked the driveway and made sure the front door was locked.

"Snoopin' time. Leave me all alone will ya's?"

Somebody had made up their bed. The room looked different than when I stayed in it. It was never this spic & span. Like an ad in a magazine for the cryin' out loud. I checked the waste basket next to her side of the bed for any kind of tissue clean up of naughtiness, but, there was nothing in there to cause alarm. Checked his side of the bed which used to be my side. Nothing in his waste basket. I never even had my own basket. Just piled my refuse on the nightstand and dumped it at overflow.

I wanted to go thru their drawers, but, just didn't have the nerve. "Why don't you?" I demanded an answer of myself.

"I don't know. Leave me be. My head hurts."

I was about to check the bathroom when the Whistler whistled, scaring me half-to-death.

The instant coffee got my blood to boilin'. Checked the driveway and commenced a snoopin' again.

Same with their bathroom. Like a magazine ad. Every freakin' thing in it's place. Though somebody had bathed. "Girl." Just a bit of standing water. "Or somebody's?" There's no way you can get Tommy in that bathtub with her. No way. "They probably tried though." I checked for standing water on the floor, but, it was dry, spotless and dry. I checked the toilet rim for urine spots. Somebody had cleaned mine off and there were no others. "You cleaned those off, remember?"

"Oh, yeah. When I'd cleaned the house."

The damp bathtub meant one thing for certain: "Damn, he's seen her naked."

"Guy, he's already seen her naked. Remember?"

"And more."

"Much more."

Checked the basket in there, but, nothing of interest except an Emory board that still had some life left on it Stuck it the pocket of my pj's. "Waste not, want not, cop."

"The coffee can!!! Oh-my-God, Dale. Go, boy, go!"

I'd left the plastic lid purposely ajar so, I could see (if someone else was around) if the can had been accessed without accessing it in front of them. Thank the Lord the ajar had not been disturbed. I accessed it nonetheless. The gangster wad was still there in all it's glory. Closed it, set a fresh ajar.

Re-read the note for the third time when it dawned on me. She was sitting somewhere having breakfast with a black man. "How's that going to look?"

"Damn, you're wrong! She's counting on you. He's counting on you both and you're worrying about how it looks?"

"I know, I know." Started the Whistler back up.
Dumped 2 teaspoons of coffee into my empty cup.

"I know."

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She called after 11.

"You're not mad because we took your car are you, boy?"

She was testing me. I had to be careful here because if I got mad it would disappoint her greatly.

"Of course not, honey." Yes, I said that.

"Where is the psycho?" No, I didn't say that.

"Thank you, Cully. It's meant the world to him. It really has. And to me too, boy. That's very kind of you. And he looks so cool driving it."

She never said that about me behind that wheel.
No, she had, I must confess. 3 times in fact.

"Where's he at?"

"Gettin' his hair trimmed. I told him I was going to check on you, make sure you got my note. We ate at Country Kitchen. It was just delicious. I had the corn beef hash. Well, we both did. We got you a surprise from there. You'll see when we get home."

I perked up. "What is it? Is it a piece of their strawberry rhubarb pie?"

"I'm not going to tell you. You'll just have to wait. And we found the cutest top for me to wear on the drive-along. I wanted something new and Tommy said I looked beautiful in it. I tried it on and showed him. He's so generous, boy."

"Lord, help me!" I softly declared aloud after covering the mouthpiece.

"I can't wait to see you, Cully. I've missed you this morning. Well, we'll all be together tonight. I'll have you both to myself. Got to go, baby, here he comes. See you soon. Love ya, boy."

I tried to edge in an (I love you) back but, the line was cut. Probably was picking her up as I looked at the dead phone. "What'd you say?"

"I said: he was probably picking her up in his arms!"

It was difficult to relax in their absence.

No Girl.
No car.
No Tommy.

I couldn't even find solace in the TV. Sat there, dark screen and all

"What if she leaves you for him?" Aloud to that dark screen, my reflection in shadow.

"Oh-my-God." To-my-self.

"Get up and pace. Now!"

I obeyed myself and paced for awhile. Up to their room, back to mine. The panic released about the 6th circuit. Exhausted by both the panic & it's release I sat out on the patio and enjoyed a Black Watch.

"At least you'll get custody of Robert Burns."

"Very funny, lad."

"She's not going to leave you.'

"I need a guarantee."

"I haven't got one for you."

"I know, I know."

I heard it before I saw them. And climbing that one way hill the lawful way that Road Runner looked absolutely spectacular thru that tree line of maples. I'd never seen it that-a-way because I was always driving it.

And Tommy?

"Christ, she's right: he does look cool."

Hell, together, black & white---they looked hot.

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I just remained out on the patio. [Hid out there] was more like it. Relit my cigar & portended like I didn't see them drive thru.

"Hey, Cully, we saw you sitting out here as we passed by. We waved, you must not have seen us." She didn't even step down the stairs. Just hopped down.

"Where's Tommy?"

"He's going to take a bit of a nap, Cully, before we leave."

"Is he okay?"

"Yes, he's just a little tuckered. I'm going to lay down with him after I spend a few minutes with my little Cully-boy. Can I sit on your lap?"

"Uh-oh." To-my-self.

"Sure, sweetheart, c'mon." Aloud.

"I missed you this morning. She settled in, all soft and warm."

"Girl, what's the matter?"

"Nothing, Cully. Cully, we didn't do anything serious, but, you know that parking garage at Crossroads Mall?"

"Girl, what happened to my car?"

"Oh, no, it's not that. Is that what you were thinking? Goodness no. It's not your car and I thank you so much for not getting mad about that, Cully. Tommy loves driving it so much. I hope you'll let him drive it again. It would make him so darn happy."

"If it isn't the car, what is it then? And yes, he can drive my car whenever he wants. No problem." Let him do the driving. He looked better sittin' in that driver's seat than I did. I'd either ride shotgun, or, drive his Jeep. I'd make that sacrifice.

"Cully, you're so sweet!" She hugged my neck & kissed my cheek.

"Girl, just spill the beans about the garage for the love of Pete."

She furrowed her brow and told it: "All we did was kiss and hug. Don't get mad now, Cully. It was me. It wasn't him. I wanted to kiss him and I didn't want to do it where we'd be seen, because I know how that bothers you, so, I made him drive into the garage and we kept going higher and higher and higher until we found a level where there were hardly any other cars. It was the level under the top level. No other cars at all, I swear, Cully. I wanted to kiss and hug him. He didn't want to go up there, but, I forced him more or less. Are you mad?"

"Girl, you are a corker."

"I am? You're not mad?"

"No, I'm not mad. How long were you up there?"

"Only about 20 minutes and all we did was kiss and hug. I swear to God. He needs affection, Cully. He's starved for it. And I believe that's why he had that attack last night. He's unsettled and needs to be held closely. When I held him during that attack last night he calmed down, remember? You were there. I hummed to him and he settled right down and fell back asleep, sound asleep. As long as I hummed he slept like a babe in my arms. I need to hold him and I need to hum and sing to him at night. In fact, if it's okay with you I'd like to go in there right now and lay down with him and just calmly talk to him and perhaps sing to him till he falls asleep and has a nap before we leave for that drive-along. Can I go to him now, Cully? He really needs me and no hanky panky, just hugs, not even kisses, just hugs and humming. Please?"

"Girl, you need more sleep too. You're all wound up." 4+ decades on & she still goes like that.

"I know I do, but, I have too much to do with you two guys. I have to take care of you both now. I have two guys instead of just one. I can do it, Cully. I can. I won't let either one of you down. He really needs me, Cully. Okay?"

"Sure, go ahead, I'm going to shower and get ready so you'll have plenty of hot water. You're gonna take another bath?"

"Definitely. I want to look extra special nice tonight. I'm going to wear my new top Tommy bought me. You'll love it, hon." She hopped off, threw me a kiss and was gone.

I re lit & finished my Black Watch.

I wasn't going to look, but, I could hear Girl's voice. She was softly singing. So I edged on down. She held him in her arms again as he slept. She pantomimed her love for me then continued with her song. This one, yes this one I knew by heart. We both did. I'd shown her one time on the The Andy Griffith Show. Before the VCR. "I'll be damned. Girl! Now! Hurry! Remember me telling you about this episode? Watch this, honey-bun:"

"Come to the church by the wildwood
Oh, come to the church in the vale
No spot is so dear to my childhood
As the little brown church in the vale"

The next time I would hear this tune Tommy's mother would be singing it to me.

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The surprise did indeed turn out to be the strawberry rhubarb pie. Absolutely scrumptious, it'd a blown my shorts off if I hadn't held on to them. I wolfed it down as I waited the arrival of the duchess & duke of Bellevue, Nebraska.

He did indeed looked damn impressive in his uniform. As Tommy strapped on his gun belt big mouth Girl, in her gorgeous new top & $100 jeans briefed us on a number of issues:

"Now listen up. I want us to have a good night. This is like our first date as a unit, the nucleus. Let's be extra kind and patient with one another and not talk over one another, Cully. Now, since Cully was so kind as to let you drive, tommy you'll get in the driver's side. I'll get into the back thru Cully's side and then of course Cul will drive in the front passenger seat. Now I want you two to shake hands. That's for good luck." We hesitated.

"Go on!"

We gave in and obeyed, Tommy all smiles.

"Okay, now let us bow our heads and I'll say a short prayer."

"Girllll." Me

"Bow your head!" Girl, crossed herself.

"We pray in the name of Jesus Christ. Please protect our new friend tonight, oh, heavenly father. He's a police officer and my husband and I will be traveling with him on his beat. These are two good men, God. True of heart and of sound stock. They are in my charge and I will care for them always. We're a God fearing family, Lord. Please understand our situation, I pray of you. It is unique, Lord, but we believe in you and your almighty power, forever. In your name, Amen."

"Amen." Tommy
"Amen" Me

"Thank you, guys. I feel better now. We'll have a good time and Tommy will be safe. Hurry now, we don't want to be late for our drive-along."

As God was our witness & in broad daylight---2'O'clock of the afternoon we went out that door. Tommy led us, then me, with Girl at the last. I never looked anywhere but straight to the earth.

It was damn weird driving shotgun. But, one look across and it could be nary other way. He would be driver ever more.
Girl took a spot that she would occupy for most of our time together. Edge of the back seat, just about right behind Tommy's right ear.

"Tommy, don't ever go down that hill. It's one-way, the way we came up today. Cully goes down there just to aggravate."

"Should I give him a ticket, baby-Girl?"

"Oh, Tommy, feelin' his oats, eh?" - To-my-self.

"That's a good idea. Teach him a lesson."

Once we cleared the park and got on the road she made sure to initiate some manner of physical connection with the man. Just a touch. A pat on the shoulder. Wet a finger and touch up his hair.

And Tommy? He kept an eye on her in the rear view. Then she found the angle and they played that way ever so softly.

I could see. And it was a terrific turn-on for me.

"Tommy?"

"What sweetheart?"

"Nothing, I just like saying your name out loud."

"Give me a break." To-my-self.

"You look so pretty, baby-Girl."

He'd settled on "baby-Girl" as his go to call for her. And that call would remain throughout our time.

We'd leave the Plymouth at his apartment complex where the cruiser would be left for him. Then we'd simply drop it back off after the shift and drive back in the Plymouth.

"Can I sit in the front with you, Tommy, or, not?" As we pulled in next to the squad car.

"No, I can't do that, angel. I already told you, remember?"

"I know that, but, I want to, Tommy. I won't be able to see sitting in back. I won't tell."

It was like trying to explain to her why I couldn't tell her anything about SAC HQ and working underground there with an TS EBI clearance.

"I'm not going to tell anyone. Just my mother, and she won't say anything. What are doing in there? You're down there a mile down Just tell me. I'm your wife. You're allowed to tell your wife. Don't be selfish, Dale."

"No. I can't do it. I'd lose my clearance, get into trouble, lot's of trouble, Girl."

"You wouldn't a got that clearance if I hadn't lied to that government investigator guy."

"I never told you to lie."

"Baloney. When they came to my house and asked me about our relationship I told them that you were my boyfriend. But, I didn't tell him about you wanting to see it, and you wanting me to touch it. Because you told me not to. I said you were a good boy and that we only kissed twice on prom night when you took me downtown Cleveland to The Theatrical and that we were engaged to be married."

"And another thing, that one investigator was mean. I wouldn't talk to him, so, he switched with the one talking to my dad. He was a lot nicer, even cute. And when I shook his hand I made sure to glance his skin. And you got that EBI clearance, bub, didn't you? Now tell me!"

I finally had to call mother long distance and get her to talk the Looney bird out of nagging me. She finally relented, apologized and didn't bring it up as often.

I'd hope this wasn't going to turn into that.

"How bout I take you shopping again tomorrow and buy you a new hat instead. Okay, baby-Girl?"

"That's so sweet of you, Tommy. Yes, thank you. I can't wait."

He'd never learn, or, maybe he did and his was the wise move after all.

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The view from the back seat was a bit marred. A Plexiglas shield covered the entire space twixt front & back seats. Small holes had been drilled with no planned design so one could converse with the officer and so air flow would be enabled. I didn't complain and neither did "new hat Girl."

He passed the waiver papers back thru the opening. "Sign these guys so it's all taken care of." I was shocked when numb nuts didn't make a federal case out of it. She signed, collected mine and slid 'em back thru. "Here you are, sweetheart. You look so cute in your uniform, Tommy."

And once again they found one another in the rear view mirror. And once again I found it incredibly adorable.

Got on the two way radio and set up communication with the dispatcher. A girl named Joyce. Girl didn't like that---I could tell right off. Just a change in body language. Joyce had a sexy voice. And of course I built a woman to that voice in my gourd as Tommy conducted his shift that day turned into night. Well, half-his-shift anyway. I learned quickly that Girl wanted no other woman close to Tommy. And Tommy? The same thing. I was fine, no problem whatsoever. No grudge. No bitterness. Total acceptance, even love/we were, in the end, brothers of the same mother. & Katie-Girl was the daughter "mama" had never had till her.

As Tommy & Girl would play in his ancestral bedroom, preserved by parents for their only child, him tossing her onto his bed then tickling her adorably. "You're tickling too hard, I'm going to pee my pants, Tommy!" Then laugh with glee. "Toss me again, Tommy!"

Mama and I could hear them at play as she fed me and we'd talk about the old days of her Omaha & of my beloved Cleveland over fresh brewed coffee.

"My boy is a good boy, Cully, but, he is not a saint."
"He doesn't have to be a saint, mama. They love one another."
"Yes, they do, son. And she loves you, Cully, with all of her heart."

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On the first traffic stop Girl put her foot down before anything got writ:

"Tommy?"

"What, baby? She leaned forward and spoke right into a gaggle of drilled holes: "Don't give them a ticket. Just give them a warning. I don't want you to give them a ticket. I don't want them to have to pay money." They locked in the rear view. "For me, Tommy, for Katie-Girl?"

He lined right up. "Sure, Baby-girl, just the warning."

"Thank you, darling." Collected his accouterments and walked to the lucky schnook's car.

"Girl, you can't do that. He's a professional. It's his job. That's wrong."

"Malarkey. He said okay, didn't he?"

Lowered her voice to a whisper (like Joyce could hear us): "I don't like that Joyce woman, do you?"

I nipped it. "Girl, nothing is going on and you know it. He's totally devoted to you."

And he was, we'd go out together, the three of us. Never, ever did I see that man ogle other women, not-one-time. I had to quit doing it because I was embarrassed that he didn't and I felt an ass doing it in his presence, much less hers. And he never admonished me before I quit. He didn't scoff, or shake his head, or, cast me down. He led by example. He never did anything behind Girl's back that he wouldn't do to her face. I had to quit doing that because he didn't do it. I'd a stood out like sore thumb if I hadn't. He was devoted to Girl and Girl to him. There was no extracurricular smooching during the Year of Tommy. It was Tommy, Girl, and me, and nobody elsePERIOD

Well, mama of course, but, that was it.

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We spent Tommy shift handing out warnings. And he did not get out of that cruiser without a reminder. Even just a look in the rear view twixt 'em. He'd go to get out, she'd scoot up and laser lock him thru the rear view. It was incredible.

But, it was lots of fun. Tommy entertained us with more stories of the road, of his childhood there in the north of Omaha, of his late father. Tommy was bigger than life.

The sun had failed the sky as along about 8:30 Tommy pulled it over. "How bout lunch, well dinner as it were? I'm ready for a cheeseburger myself. I'm buyin'. Cully?"

I was starvin'. "Count me in."

"Baby-girl?"

"No."

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"Tommy, is there a place that we could go to that would be private, where we wouldn't be seen nor discovered? You're on luncheon, correct?"

"Uh, oh." To-my-self. My starving state immediately abated.

They spoke thru that rear view mirror. And thru that same view I'd seen him turn ashen-faced.

"Sure, I have a spot where I set sometimes, take a snooze during my lunch break, or, fill out paper work, if it's slow like tonight. We could go there. Less than 5 minutes off. Girl, would that do?"

"Yes. Please take us there, Tommy."

She settled back with me & clasped my left hand in her right. Hers was soft & warm.

"Are you okay, Girl?" Like a whisper. I didn't want to raise the alarm if it were not necessary.

"Yes, Cully, I just need to speak to you both. And now is the time." She brushed my cheek with her lips.

Tommy checked out for lunch thru Joyce, pulled out, made a couple of turns & twists and I was totally lost. If I'd a had to walk out of there I'd still be wandering around."

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Upon arrival:

"May I sit up front, Tommy?" This final, successful attempt was made thru the auspices of the rear view.

He didn't even say "yes". Just released her door thru some remote capability up front. A blunt knock was heard.

"C'mon, baby-Girl."

He & I never said a word to one another as Girl made her way around the back of that cruiser & got in.

The little dickens went right off: "I know I said we'd sit and talk about certain intimate matters, guidelines and such. I just think this is a most opportune time for that. I have some plans for us this evening here, and even more for when you're off duty and we're once again back in our home. There our privacy is assured and we can be together in an uninhibited manner. That is the way I want to be with you both, uninhibited."

She faced him & took his hands into hers. I stealthily moved up to seat's edge right behind Girl's left ear.

Without breaking LOS with him she addressed me: "Cully, can you hear me?"

I could now. "Yes." Though I felt the loser sitting back there all by myself.

"When we do return tonight I want us to be together in bed. I want to receive each of you and while being fucked I want the other to kiss me, deeply, soulfully, to be in no hurry whatsoever."

I don't believe he'd ever been around a female who was as comfortable with the f-word as Girl."

When we'd argue, and we argued often in those days we both used the term to great advantage. Then upon making up we'd use it again to great advantage:

"Fuck you, Cully."
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"Fuck me, Cully-boy."

"I've told Cully about our time together at your apartment. Yes, some of it. But, that was between you and I, Tommy. Cully was not there. He will be tonight. I want him to be. I want him to be close to us, to me especially. I want to feel his heart beat when you fuck me. I want to see in his eyes when you ejaculate inside me, Tommy."

"Oh, Christ." To-my-self as I eased on back from seat's edge.

"You each have expectations of me. But, I have expectations of you Tommy and of my husband. This cannot be about your wants and needs and desires only. I too have those. I too matter. I want that to be acknowledged tonight here, or there in our bedroom."

She was getting her Helen Reddy on. We'd went to one of her concerts at the Civic Center. "Hear me roar, boy!" On the drive back. "No, seriously, I want you to hear me, Cul." I heard her alright, bent her right on over as soon as we got inside the door. "No, Cully, no! I'm not bending over tonight. Let's shower together and do this in a loving manner." She ended up on top of course. And I was no worse for the wear.

"C'mon, Delta Dawn."

"Damn right, I am the prettiest girl you've ever laid eyes on."

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"I will always be there for you two. I'm not going to withhold my body to you as some sort of bounty to be dealt upon for favor. No, that will not happen."

A new leaf.

"And I'll expect each us to dedicate their life to the other. No drinks after work with the girls. No *NCO Club, Cully, and no off duty time spent with anyone but, us, Tommy."

*I only went to the NCO Club when they placed a Space Odyssey pinball machine in there. I took root and kicked it's ass up so high they pulled it out & put a cigarette machine in it's place. I went AWOL and will never return unless Space Odyssey returns.

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He tried to cut in, but, she stopped him and got down to brass tacks, right-down-to-it:

"Wait, please, Tommy. Can you be with me with my husband watching, Tommy? With me telling him everything? Our most intimate details? Even our secrets, Tommy?"

It was finally his turn:

He'd begun to cry. I slid and put my back against that seat.

"Yes. I don't care, Girl. I don't care. Culburn, I love your wife. I love Girl. I have since that first night when we prayed together. I love her. It does not matter, I just have to be close to her. I'll never hurt you, Culburn and I'll never stop loving you, Girl. Please, Girl. Please."

"Don't cry, Tommy. It will be alright, Tommy-boy." She slid closer & held him.

Being around Girl for a length of time one cried. It was part of the package. She cried. I cried. Now, Tommy cried. + he'd been thru the Hell of a suicide attempt so he was susceptible from the get-go.

"No, little Tommy-boy, don't cry, your Katie-Girl is here." Just a smidgen of baby talk to ease his agony. Always eased mine.

And of course she had the requisite Kleenex in her purse. That was a staple for Girl.

As she helped him dry his tears and her own she got around to me. Right-down-to-it:

"Cully, I'll ask you the same question. These questions must be asked. Now is the time."

I scooted back up. She tended him as she went forth:

"Are you going to be able to bear witness and accept my coupling with Tommy? We will be joined physically and mentally. Do you understand that, boy? I don't want you to run off in a fright, carrying on in that house. You want this? It will be as close as you and I have been. As close as I can be with him. I want to be close to him, Cully. I want you there because you desire to be there and because I love you. I am doing this for you and for me and for Tommy. For all of us. Now is the time. But, we must all agree, or, it's just fucking and running and upheaval without end, just madness. I don't want this to be that. We can be better that. I know we can."

I just waited as she put it out there. I didn't try and interrupt. She'd get to me on the by-&-by.

"Cully, I'm calling your name."

I felt light headed. Christ, I needed to eat. My stomach thought my throat had been cut. I needed that promised cheeseburger and a chocolate shake/not too thick. I knew the place Sergeant Gentile was most likely going to take us to & it was to die for.

And I wasn't sure that night, not as sure as the two in the front seat of that cruiser were. The one like me is never sure for any appreciable length of time. The moment of absolute certainty does never arrive. Ever. It ebbs and flows, teasing and tormenting. But, I wasn't going to walk a way from this charter moment, this one, this opportunity. And I was selflessly thinking of him if I didn't make it unanimous. I really did, honestly. There was no way I could do that to Tommy. No-fucking-way. And it had nothing to do with his suicide attempt, or, very little, maybe more, yes, more. I, like Girl wasn't sure he'd live if I didn't make it 3-for-3. I knew there'd be misery and doubt and panic and levels of pleasure unimaginable coupled with moments where'd I curse and enjoy the terror that was on-it's-way. Nothing could stop it. And that I have learned. So, I turned all my cards face up. And it began.

"Yes, Girl. And Tommy, I want to see, to see Girl with you. And I too will never hurt you, Tommy. I will guard you. Girl, I'll stay the course, I swear it. They'll be no running amok in the house, nor anywhere else. I will not renege. I will not break your hearts. Please believe me, Katie-Girl. Please."

Now, I'd begun to tear up. She placed her left palm upon that scratched & holed plate of Plexiglas. "I love you, boy." Her tears cresting once again.

I covered it with my right. "I love you, baby."

We left them there for the length of time it took Tommy to obey his baby-girl's directive."

"It is done. We will make the start. It will begin. We will begin. And we will begin here and now, tonight. Tommy, darling, take your gun belt off and come to this side of the cruiser. Come, Tommy, come to Katie-Girl."

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I watched Tommy exit the cruiser, stand & unbuckle his gun belt.

"Cully." A soft whisper thru the holes.

"What do you want me to do to him?"

What I'd wanted her to do as soon as she'd confessed to what she'd done in his apartment that 2nd night.

I heard Tommy close his car door ever so softly, the latch catching just enough.

"I want you to suck him."

"Yes."

I had to go at once for Tommy had crossed the front of his cruiser.

"I want you to swallow it."

"Yes."

He'd left his .38 right on the seat. I saw it.

"Cully."

I went to speak again, but, she stopped me by removing her hand from the Plexiglas and holding her finger by her lips. "Ssshhh. He's here...Cully...watch us."

She got out and met him as he arrived. She'd set the car door just enough so that I couldn't make out what was being said. It would be this exact sequence that I would find absolutely mesmerizing ever more. For 2 minutes, maybe 3, perhaps longer, it seemed like forever they embraced and kissed & whispered & talked. I imagined gentle laughter, but, I would not bet on that being a truth. He picked her up, separating her from the earth, then set her once more upon it. Her squeal was not imaginary.

She turned from him, nudged the car door then pushed it open all-the-way.

"Here, darling, stand here." The clarity was exquisite.

She slipped in front of him blocking the view. Quietly I tried to ease the car door open.
"Oh, no. Oh-my-God." Just a whisper.
I was locked in.
"Tell them!" A softer whisper.
I didn't have the nerve. Not even close.

I slid left to get an angle. I heard his belt buckle collapse.

"I've wanted to do this all-day-long." She yanked the zipper.

"Girl, please."

"It's okay, he wants me to. He's watching us."

"Just to yours knees, Tommy." She pulled & his trousers dropped. She caught them. "Yes, there."

"Please, Girl, please, be gentle, Girl. Please?"

"I want to play with them. I won't hurt you, I promise. They're so big. I want to see them."

"Okay, but,,,"

"Just to your knees, Tommy."

She pulled his briefs, bent forward and left them at his knees, clearing the shot.

"Good God." Tommy was hung. It wasn't a monstrous size, no, but, he had me beat of that there was no doubt. His bag was distended and very large. Had me beat by like 2 sacks, perhaps 3. "Good God."

Then Girl shifted, hopped up and went into a deep knee bend and I lost most of my view.

It was much too late to request I be released from custody back there. Even if I got the nerve.

"My goodness, Girl." She did something.

"No, no Girl, no. Not so hard. Please, Girl, don'tttttttt."

"Oh, stop being such a baby, Tommy. I read somewhere that a man's balls need to be handled in a firm manner. It's healthy."

"What?" Me

"Okay, okay, that's better."

"Are you ready, baby?"

"Oh, God, yes. Thank you, Girl."

"I don't want you to hurry, Tommy. This is for you and for Cully. Just you two, nobody else."

"Cully, darling?"

"She's talking to you, numb nuts." It was like a nightmare---a good one.

"Yes?"

"I'm going to finish this boy, our Tommy. I want to. He's a good boy, and a better man. And he deserves this. I like to suck. I don't like to swallow. But, I will tonight because that is my tribute to him. It's for him and for you, Cully. I want you to see, to watch. Cully, do you understand me?"

Not really, but, she'd explain it the following morning when it had just become light out and she performed the same tribute to me. I'd been too exhausted to continue and had graciously redrawn to my quarters to recover with blessed sleep, leaving her & Tommy both inexhaustible. They were matching dynamos & had just begun.

"Yes, I do, Girl. I want to watch. I swear it." With a clarity I did not want mistaken.

She freshened her crouch. Girl could do a crouch. Sometimes she'd crouch over me and actually suck the stew out of my cock by going up & down on it. "Lay still, boy. Let me try this." She'd exercise her core and train her snatch to clutch my pole and would just independently work it till it suctioned off. And sometimes she'd twist about and show me her bottom and work it that way. "You like my butt, don't you, Dale?" Though it was rare when she'd pull that crouch trick.

All I could see was the movement of her noggin.

Tommy didn't have to hurry, but, he didn't last long. A couple minutes of Girl sucking and Girl pulling on his sack did the trick. "I grabbed his balls and squeezed them together, not too hard though so that when he came it would feel good, Cully. That's what I'm going to do to you now, angel. But, you have to hurry. He's waiting for me, Cully. Tommy is waiting for me."

When Tommy released his bellow there in the dark of our hidden cove was a mirror image of his bellow at what seemed like days ago, but, had been that same day. The difference between terror & ecstasy was contrasted that day turned to night. Time had slowed, almost to a crawl and would remain at that slow speed for a while, months in fact, before it would regain it's inexorable march.

And Girl swallowed it. "Yes, it's awful, but, that's what I do for my two boys, what I'm going to do for you now, this morning, Cul. Because you two are of such worth that I must make that sacrifice. I'm not going to lie and say it's sweet and nectar of the God's. No. That's ridiculous. I do this out of love and duty for you both. My tribute to him." She nodded her little noggin toward their bedroom where he was waiting. "My tribute to you now. Does that make sense, Cully?" When she asked that question she was gently delving thru my bag, searching out my nuts, separating them and then squeezing them softly together as she'd done Tommy just hours before.

"Yes, it does, Girl." And it did. I wasn't bullshitting her while I was on the verge of orgiastic delight. A scant few minutes later after I'd released in that delight & we'd professed our love for one another, she slipped that pure white cotton jumper back over her nudity & scampered away, like a little girl---back to him---in what would turn out (primarily for them) to be a 2-day wedding-night/honeymoon set, that had, in real time just begun.

But, I thought of her citation about fellatio & swallowing it and how it was tribute to Tommy & I. She was calling our name, both our names.

She'd said: "I want that to be acknowledged tonight here, or there in our bedroom."
We'd have to do better. I would have to do better. Girl was right, it couldn't just be about us, our needs.

Girl

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She straightened & steadied him until he'd had a chance to right himself. Then he helped her dress himself. This was done in near silence. There was no gab. Slowly they rebuilt him, made him whole again.

She sounded like Shirley Temple: "Yes, all done, ready to report for duty again, Sergeant." She saluted him as she would do me on occasion when I'd leave for the base. She pushed the door closed---the latch catching solidly. Arm-in-arm they proceeded back across the front of the cruiser. And once again it was for me the best time of the night. I could hear nothing as shards of moonlight revealed some details, while most remained hidden in the shadows. I would not ask her what was said between them before or after she'd taken him into her mouth. I didn't want to know the truth. I was afraid of it. So, I fashioned it, molded it and used it as a prop for the duration of our time with Tommy, but, never thereafter.

Once again they clung to one another. This time though he did not separate her from the earth. She stood on tip toes and they kissed but once before he opened his door, reached in and released the lock.

She came into my arms with whispered queries: "Did you see? Did you watch? Will it be okay?"

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"It's just after 9:30, kids, we're right on schedule."

Heeled thru Smith & Wesson once again, Tommy twisted & turned and got us back onto the straight & narrow streets of Papillion, Nebraska.

"Tommy?"

He found her in the rear view.

"Yes, baby-girl?"

"Cully was right. If you need to write a ticket that's what you should do. That's your job, Tommy. I was wrong. I'm sorry."

"Hold Girl tight, Culburn, till we get her home. Okay?"

"For sure."

The remaining 2+ hours went by very quickly. There were no more traffic stops. Just a slow cruise thru the shopping district & industrial tracts. With his search light Tommy chased off a car of young lovers.

Girl became quiet and was at rest. As promised I held her tight and soon the movement of the car and the quiet of the streets allowed her to sleep.

A new dispatcher came aboard. Mark. I chuckled a bit to myself at Girl being jealous of Joyce right-off-the-bat.

We switched out the cars at his complex.

"Tommy, do you need anything from your apartment?" She'd waken, ready for bear.

"No, baby, I have everything I need."

He fired it up and pulled out. It got deathly quiet in that Plymouth as we got under way. Except for Girl. She chattered up a storm about shopping and how good she felt after the snooze. "I feel so good now, Tommy." She'd moved right behind him.

Almost 1/2-way to the house instead of going straight thru he veered off to the right.

"Where the heck are you going? You're so supposed to go straight there." Girl

"I thought I'd take the long way so the engine could warm up completely. It's been sitting all night." Tommy

I didn't even look over. Kept my face front & center.

"Tommy, go back and turn right."

"Okay." But he kept going straight for another 3 blocks.

"Tommy, turn left here. Now, honey, and go back."

He relented, made the adjustments, then slowed to just below the speed limit.

I couldn't blame him. The thought of going back to that house and confronting what was coming had been just Jim-dandy 3 hours ago. Now? Not so much. I didn't care if we drove around all night truth be told. Get a bite, take a cruise down 24th street thru the stockyards, stop and pet the cows. Then maybe drive around the Old Market area and finish up at Eppley Airfield and watch the planes take off & land. They could kiss and hug I would watch both them kiss and hug & the planes take off & land.

"Boys, I know you're both nervous. I understand. But, we're going to have a lot of fun tonight. I promise."

Dead silence.

"I'll tell you what: let me be the one. I'll start us off and you'll find that once we get started everything will be just fine and you two will take charge, take over, so to speak. What do you think about that idea?"

Dead silence.

We drove the rest of the way in that silence. She massaged his shoulders and hummed a tune. I had no idea what it was. None.

Climbed the hill. Looking at that trailer on that slow ascent was fearsome. It was white with black trim. Looked damn foreboding as we'd left nary light on. Not a one.

He pulled into the driveway and cut the engine. The silence was welcoming. I'd a been satisfied just to get the pillow out of the trunk I kept there with a blanket for Katie and I for when we stopped and did impromptu naughtiness. Get pillow-lean against the door, leave the windows 1/2 down and nap for an hour or three, then go for a bite and the tour of the stockyards, et al.

"Somebody has to get out so I can get out."

Nobody moved.

"Boys, I promise, I'll take care of everything. And you can do anything to me you want. I don't care. I want to do everything with you two. I really do. Anything you want you can have." Then quipped: "One-night-only." Then lowered her voice. "Except my butt. We'll save that for another time. Maybe for Christmas, hey!"

And that was indeed our Christmas present. Well, mine anyway. I'd go first, plow the field as it were. But, that was no picnic in and of itself. But, I finally persevered, and got it in there. I lasted, what 6 strokes & released a torrent. Got it back out and Tommy replaced me.

It just would not fit. They tried more lubricant, nothing worked. I went down & took a look. It wasn't even close.

"Just jam it in." Girl, head on the bed, rump in the air.

That got him steamed. "Girl! I'm not going to jam it, it would hurt you, baby. You'd be hurt. No."

"Nonsense. I can take it. I want you to have this for your Christmas present. We've been planning this night for months." It was Christmas night.

But, Tommy was intractable.

So, he went into their bathroom, cleaned it off, came back and gave it to her from behind. I took my seat there at the right foot of their bed in a sitting chair we'd arranged in the intervening months. We bought a floor lamp at an area garage sale and I was all set. I could watch, or, just relax as we talked and had fun otherwise, or even read. Sometimes I'd fall asleep only to wake and find them quietly coupling. Sometimes I'd stay, most times I'd just tiptoe out and crawl under my quilts and fall asleep. Sometimes I'd be waken by her screams---sometimes not.

To make up for his loss she got up, took care of her necessary's in the bathroom and made him a cornbread. And a damn good one. He brewed the coffee and we convened in the living room; me in my easy chair, those two on the couch. The cornbread was exquisite, just absolutely scrumptious. Like heaven. We nearly ate the whole thing. I hoarded the last piece and ate it in my room later than night. She made us sing Christmas carols and we had an eggnog laced with brandy.

& we prayed. They knelt by the couch. I knelt at my chair.

It was a beautiful prayer as Girl promised we'd let nothing stop us: "With God's grace and in his name, Amen."

"Amen." Tommy
"Amen." Me

To make up for her disappointment at his loss of not breaching her rectum he took her shopping the very next morning-day after Christmas.

I woke to another note taped upon my jamb:

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Dear, Cully,

You were sleeping so peacefully that we didn't want to wake you. Tommy has taken me shopping so we can shop the day after Christmas sales. First though he's taking me to breakfast at Country Kitchen. I'm going to have the corned beef hash & he's going to have the French toast. He's promised to give me a slice of his toast.

We're taking the Jeep because it handles the snow much better than the Plymouth.

We'll be sure to bring you back pie.

See you soon, boy.

We love you, Cully.

- Us

P.S., make sure to do up the dishes. And Merry Christmas, darling."

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It would do no good for me to go first. It had to be him. I wanted to watch him with her and her with him. Girl knew it. Tommy must have known it. That's why she worked on him exclusively.

"Tommy, darling, please. I'll make it good. I want to love you. To show you how much I love you. And I do, boy. I love you so much. You're my favorite."

Dead silence.

So, she pulled it out of mothballs and laid it on him.

Got right up behind his right ear. I watched in the reflection of my 1/2 closed window.

"For me, Tommy. Do it for me. Do it for Katie-Girl?" That voice at that request has wavered very little in the 4 decades on.

The dead silence was cut by the sound of the driver side door handle's engagement and the illumination from the inside light.

He got out.
I got out.
She got out.

She got him into the house. I'd went first, cleared the lock. He was still tranced. I surprisingly had rallied.

"Cully, you go ahead and shower and clean up. You don't have to take a cold one, but, don't dawdle."

Our water heater was a 20 gallon model. We needed double that.

"I will take care of Tommy. Just c'mon down whenever you're ready." I hesitated. "Go ahead, boy. We'll be fine."

I turned and walked away.

"We'll get this belt off first, Tommy, and then we'll..."

I didn't close my door, but, I pushed it to. When I peeked thru the 3 inches left they were gone. I heard her vaguely beyond the hallway cut, a baby talk tone to her speech.

"Christ, is this going to happen?" Me

Yes. When next I saw Tommy he had rallied & taken the con.

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By the time I'd finished showering I was starting to get cold feet and it had very little to do with the cold water. I thought using the cold water would bring me around. I barely even felt it. Just scrubbed and turned it off.

I was done showering but, was still standing in the stall because that is where the built in sink and mirror were. They was down there with creature comforts and I was standing in standing water in a stall that was no bigger than a phone booth, probably smaller with a sink protruding that I kept bumping my ding-dong on, which of course was sticking straight out. "For as miserable as you are it ain't hurt your bone any."

It was just a yo-yo, up & down. Could slay the world one moment, could play handball off the curb the very next.

"How in the fuck did you get yourself into this?"

If I'd asked that once I'd done so multiple times. And it really didn't matter in the grand scheme. Not now. I had to go down there. If she had to come up here to get me, amok I'd commence to running. "You can't do that. Please down run amok. Please, Dale." I implored myself.

"Christ, if they find you down here talking to yourself that alone is grounds for amok."

That didn't stop me.

"What do you wear to watching your wife with another man?" I was gong to put on my Beaver Patrol T-shirt, but, she'd about took a fit when I showed up at her company picnic in it a few months past. Laughing aloud picked up my spirits. "I was so embarrassed, Cully. How could you?" I laughed again and checked the coast for the umpteenth time. Still clear.

"Uh, oh, music. Oh, Jesus." She'd broke out her portable record player, the one from her basement that we'd used at the first:

"Can I see it?
"No, Cully-boy, let's just listen to Crimson and Clover. We'll sit together on the chair." And that was enough, but, it hadn't hurt to ask. Holding hands was a bonus.

I pulled a white t-shirt on and the blue jeans. Put on socks and shoes so I could comb my hair without getting my feet wet. Scrunched over I got it done and stepped out. Splashed some British Sterling on and was ready to go. Went back in and brushed my teeth, gargled with the Micrin and took another splash of the BS.

"You gotta go, son. I know, I know. I'm goin, buddy. I love ya." What does it mean when you profess your love for yourself to yourself, aloud?

I don't remember getting down to that hallway cutoff. Must have floated because I did not recall one freaking step. I peeked around the corner. It was dusky down there, only candle light and she'd lit incense. And a mighty fine scent she'd chosen. Flack's Killing Me Softly softly played and sounded very nice. I wanted so bad to exit out that patio door; chain smoke Black Watch, drink 1 cup of decaf after another & imagine what those two were doing in their bedroom. That'd a been just fine by me.

I was all for imagining. Watching, seeing was a whole different proposition. I pressed up flat against the kitchen side of that dividing wall.

"Give me a 10 count and we'll go." It took me three 10 counts before I was able to actually break root. How I got there I'll never know.

He was holding her. Girl in a full length white cotton jumper---Tommy in white briefs.

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"Boy, come here, baby." I wanted so bad to continue on past that bed and drop anchor in the cloth chair that had been in that corner off the far foot of the bed since we'd set it there on move in day. Had never even sat in it. Next to it was a small table where she'd set the record player---a pile of .45's stacked upon the record changer. She'd pulled out both of our cases of .45's & set them under the little table. I hadn't went thru those cases in quite a while. It made me want to be disc jockey, now. Jockey discs & watch them.

But, my name had been called.

They'd been talking in whispers when I breached the doorway, I heard them stop before she called my name. The white cotton jumper was not disturbed whatsoever, as it adorned her from her neck to her ankles, her feet bare---her toenails painted in a delicate pink shell shade extended just past the hem.. She'd moved close to him almost to the middle of the queen sized bed before I'd arrived. He'd been resting his head on his palm & was so close to her.

She rolled just a bit and patted her side of the bed. Tommy held onto her.

I knelt instead.

"Sorry I kind of lost it there for a spell, Culburn."

Christ, I felt a bit like "Dorothy" at the last The Wizard of Oz.

"I do believe I found what you lost, Tommy."

"Oh, Cully, are you okay?" Her maternal concern always a welcome thing. She edged a bit closer to me, but, he did not turn loose of her. This was it, there was no turning back. Their coupling was imminent, at least their coupling in my presence.

"Yes, I'm fine." I lied. I was floating and could see myself kneeling there.

Perhaps if Girl hadn't been so ready for it, she'd have recognized my plight, but, her eyes were glazed over. I'd never actually seen Girl "turned on" until this moment. I mean really turned on. Past the point of no return. Out-of-control. We may have portended during lovemaking thru our short marriage, but, this was different. Way different. And kneeling there and having to realize that was an absolute mind trip. I was not ready for this. But, it was here and I either ran amok, or, I took it. I did not run amok. And that was a good thing in the short & long distance runs. In the times to come I've thought about if I had took a fit then, right there, and went berserk, not criminally berserk but, enough to end it right where it was---how my actions would have played out then, and the ramifications of the 40+ years on & counting. But, like I said, the moment of absolute certainty never arrives.

Never/ever.

She held my hand with her right as he held her other hand.

It was time. It was just time. All the talking, all the planning, all the ruminating was over. Well, there'd be more ruminating.

Her pale face, she'd used eye liner to a startling result---like a living doll. "Are you sure, boy?"

I was taken aback by her request. Almost aghast. My on again---off again search for absolution had initiated & is without end.

"Yes. Go to him, he's waiting." Tommy could hear me. He was right there, but, I was telling her.

"I want to go. I want him. Please understand, Cully." Her eyelashes were extended and she was so pretty I wanted to cry.

"I know you do, baby, it's okay."
"You'll stay? You won't go? You promise, boy? I want you to kiss me when Tommy..."

"I'll be right here. I won't leave this room."

I kissed her hand as our grip loosened.

"Take her, Tommy."

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[Chucho]

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It was not like I'd envisioned in a thousand fantasies of her & "him" fueled by what I'd read & what'd I'd seen in "dirty book stores" so popular in that era & the arcades housed therein. What I'd made up out of whole cloth, what I wanted, what I'd seen in my mind's eye another thousand times, would, in the end be a reasonable facsimile. More than that even.

Bedside was just too close. I recognized that at once. If I didn't move I'd have surely left the room if not run the amok. I got to my feet and on the way to the chair I pushed the door almost closed, so I wouldn't be tempted to run thru it, out the patio door and down the hill into the forest.

I settled in as Tom Jones got done with it:

"For there's a guard, and there's a sad old padre,
Arm in arm, we'll walk at daybreak

The last disc on the changer.

Somehow her white cotton gown was taken. I didn't see Tommy remove it. She wore no panties. Girl was nude.

Her long legs stretched out with his. They were not tangled, that would come later.
Her tan lines not as exquisite in the candle light.

He removed his white briefs in what I thought would end in a direct attempt to mount her and have intercourse. I was wrong. There was no hurry. None. There was no TV show to be watch after the one I'd watched first, no swing out with the Plymouth to show off after a Sunday afternoon of spit & polish: "C'mon, Girl, it's ready." She'd come out in her jean shorts with a white cotton top that would extend past the shorts so one wasn't sure she had actual shorts, or anything for that matter on under there, except me and sometimes I'd lift that top to make certain.

When I made note of that to her you know what she said?

"I know, boy."

They were on their respective sides, pressed together, their lips active, not in the French, but, more in the butterfly motif. The French would come later and would remain a constant, sometimes to the point I did not know how they took air.

There would never be frenzy between them, ever, but, frenetic would take place over the next 2 days & nights and from time-to-time thereafter. Tommy was the consummate lover, at least for this girl. He'd had other women, probably dozens and nosy Girl tried to ascertain the exact number and their names. Tommy put his foot down rarely with Girl, if ever, but, his prior relationships was one point where he stood fast. She finally gave up, well almost, Girl never actually gives up totally, but, he didn't give in, or, at least as far as I knew. "I don't know why not, Tommy, you know about Culburn."

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There were whispers, too soft for me to hear even in the silence of the finished record changer, so, I made up their content, for later, for later when I'd be alone down the other end starring out the window at the Road Runner & the Jeep, her screams at orgasm coming pretty much at regular intervals. There was a difference to her screams with him versus with me. Or, so I told myself. There were more screams of that there was no doubt. These were guttural screams. I'd never heard her scream at distance. I was always in the same bed, or, at least the room when she'd spend & scream. Being 60 some feet away was different. I knew she was enjoying herself, but, it almost sounded like she was being attacked, these were wild screams, not contained like with me. For the longest time, perhaps the entire time of his stay I'd lay awake and kind of wait for those screams. Girl screaming could take place at any time of the night. I mean just because we'd say our good nights and I'd leave them at rest didn't mean a thing:

"We're bushed, Cully, good night, sweetheart."
"Sleep well, Culburn."

I'd lower my chair from where I'd learned to leaned back & cock it, my socked feet pressing on the side of the bed and get up from my chair: "Good night, angel. Night, Tommy."

An hour later: a scream in the night. At the first I'd of course skulk down and listen at the bottom of the hallway bathroom door opening. Get right down on my knees. I could hear fine, their post coitus & orgasm pillow talk. What I really was really listening for (after the pillow talk) was signs & signals of mutiny, deception, conspiracy. Did I wish to hear such? I cannot lie. It is inexplicable, but, persists to this day. That would never happen though, ever. My name was rarely spoken as I'd eavesdrop. When it was it was just in passing, the humdrum. Me & him having to perform a chore for her, or, what I'd like for breakfast. Just mundane references, never a conspiratorial act or threat of any sort. Was I disappointed? Again I will not lie. It is inexplicable, but, sustains to this day.

And they'd, well the girl created a sleep system, or, position, whatever you want to call it. (The Cave)

"Cully, look; Tommy lays on his right side like this." The numb nut is actually getting into the position as she describes it. "Then I snuggle up in there and like spoon." She gets in there, in her jammies, he's in briefs. "Then he drapes his left arm over the top of me. Okay Tommy, go ahead, boy" Tommy drapes it over, smilin' ear-to-ear. "This guards me, and that's it. I'm in The Cave where nothing can hurt me." And that's how they slept. I'd check on 'em sometimes, go down and she was always in there, in The Cave, both of 'em sleepin' like Rip Van Winkle.

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It was those whispers, and sighs, the soft laughter & calm conversations in the midst of preparations to fuck, oh, and the squeals, yes, her girlish, her feminine squeals as he touched and stroked places where I never had, places I never even knew existed, or, would venture their existence. Ever. I found this to be at once both highly exhilarating & somewhat disturbing, even close to maddening.

"What is he doing to her?" To-my-self as I watched from the lone cheap seat.

And the man would fuck Girl whether the goal was to spend, or, after spending just to enjoy that intimacy with no goal to spend. It wouldn't be a full bone, but, it was stiff and serviceable. He'd drive her to near ecstasy in those times. "Cully, would you come close then and run your hand down there and play with me? I want to cum with him inside me while you rub me. I can cum that way, I know I can. Please, darling?"

I could readily reason that to do so I'd most likely come into contact with Tommy somewhere along the line. But, she briefed Tommy: he lifted, I kept my eyes on her face, my hand flat across her heated breasts and just past her belly button I'd find her nest of soft downy hair---then her wetness. He'd stroke ever so slowly, talking to her in whispers, spurring her on with words of his deep love for her, again & again. "I never knew folks who talk as much as you two do during sex."

I'd taught Girl that fine art right form the start in her ancestral basement and she took to it immediately.

But, he got with the program rather quickly and would talk up a storm, in that deep voice he had. Even talk in the third person which I never did: "Yes, baby-girl, Tommy, loves his little girl. Yes, baby, we're here, sweetheart. Let it go, Girl, tell Culburn, baby, tell Tommy all about it."

"I love you, Tommy, I have from the very start."
From the gun.
"I just love you. Cully, I love, Tommy. I do. Please."

"It's okay, baby, you can love Tommy. I want you to love him. He loves you, baby."

Tommy stroked.
I'd rub.
Tommy would talk.
I would talk.
Girl would crest.
Girl would scream absolute bloody murder.
He would pick her up in his arms as if she weighed next to nothing and hold her to his chest, talking her down in a tone so soft I could not make the content out.
I'd drift back to my chair as he formed The Cave, & ensconce her within. He had incredible strength.. They'd either sleep then,, or, rest, and start anew.

Then just a whisper from The Cave: "Thank you, Cully-boy. That was so wonderful. Thank you, boys. I needed it."

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Ya know, Dale, you can just put this on a Word doc.

What do you mean, that's what it is.

[Chucho]

What do you mean, that's what it is.


As in, leave these C-level softcore novels on your MS Word docs on your hard drive.

Not saying they're terrible, but they're fucking terrible.

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As in, leave these C-level softcore novels on your MS Word docs on your hard drive.

Not saying they're terrible, but they're fucking terrible.

Call 911 & report that somebody is holding a gun to your head.

[Chucho]

Call 911 & report that somebody is holding a gun to your head.


Nah. I could live with that. This, on the other hand, is fucking heinous, like fucking a dead animal in the woods kind of heinous.

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Together they moved about till Girl was on her right side. Tommy gently jackknifed her left leg & came in close. His attempt at intercourse was rebuffed.

"No, darling, where's Cully, where's Cully-boy?" I saw her speak thru her dresser mirror next to their bed. She was as white as a ghost, the tan lines all but gone.

He did not venture an answer, just calmed his own intent and nestled in by her neck and ear.

Thru the reflection Girl crooked her finger beckoning me back to bedside.

She would tell me first chance: "He told me Cully; he whispered that he loved me and that it was time. But, I didn't want him again until you were there and you could hold my hand and could see he was inside, his cock was actually in me. I wanted it to be the first time. I'm sorry about the first time and you not being there. I am Cully-boy."

I'd never opened the envelope of small notes she'd made of those first 2 days with him. I never will. She took it to the Wells Fargo and put it in the safe deposit box, so the boys wouldn't discover it. The seal has never been broken.

"No, Girl, I don't want you to be sorry. That was different. It was meant to be that way."

And I believed that then and I believe that now. God wanted them to conduct themselves in the action they took and experienced. He watched over us thru the Catholic Mass, onto the carnival, the sexually charged drive back, the tromped accelerator, the tripped carburetors & then He showed her Tommy's attempt on his own life. Perhaps if I'd have been there, if I'd accompanied them to his apartment in the aftermath of his suicide attempt there would not have been a coupling, but, instead a pseudo skull session that would have ended with Girl & I walking away from Tommy, leaving him to his own devices. And Tommy would not have come to live with us, to love us and be loved. He would not have had another year upon the earth, bathed in the light & love of one woman & then another.

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I returned & once again knelt close to their imminent coupling.

"You'll stay now, boy?"

His eyes too had seemed to glaze over. He saw me across the girl, but, made no attempt at recognition. He was waiting on "go."

"Yes."

Out-of-body came straight for me.

As she spoke to me she kept her left hand busy lightly stroking his face. He kissed her finger tips, & caressed her nipples.

"Watch."

She turned from me.

"Come, Tommy, come to Katie-Girl."

He took over, picked her up in his arms and set her back in on his side of the bed, away from me. The mount was immediate. He lifted and placed Girl's right ankle across his left shoulder blade, the pink shell shade at once catching my attention."

"Yes, boy. Yes." A hiss.

The SOB lifted her left leg & attempted to place it on his right shoulder.

She forbade it. Damn rights she did. I'd never been allowed both ankles.

"No, Cully, no, you'll hurt Girl. Just one, baby. Hurry, Cully, I want it."

"No, Tommy, remember just one ankle, darling, just one. You promised."

Christ, he'd already attempted both, and had had one up there, at his place.

He just nodded, resigned to her refusal to have both ankles up & over.

Was I disappointed? In a word,(yes). Just because I'd been forbidden didn't necessarily mean I wanted him forbidden.

In control once again Girl folded her left leg to accommodate his mount, which would be rejected one final time.

"Now, Tommy, now you may place my ankle, darling. You wouldn't hurt Girl, would you?"

He was ready: "No baby-girl, I will never hurt you."

"Girl." My whispered warning for her own good.

It was rejected outright.

"Ssshhh, Cully, Tommy wouldn't hurt us for all the rice in China. Watch."

That ankle too went up & over, the pink shell shade I made sure to confirm.

"C'mon, Tommy, do it to me."

Did I look at the crisis point? Yes, I did. I wanted to see it.

That little beaver, the soft brown hair neatly coiffed and just below that at the ready, him. How it got in each time remained a mystery the entire tenure of Tommy.

"Christ, doesn't it hurt?" I'd queried her numerous times.

"No, he's very gentle, Cully. He loves me." The same answer. Always.

He slid it, not all of it, but, a healthy portion. Just disappeared inside of her.

"Yes, Tommy, it's soooooo easy."

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A man knows without being told what a loose bag means during sexual intercourse, yes? Yes. It means there is time to linger, time to fuck, time to enjoy oneself and the woman who you're fucking. For you both to benefit and find joy in the act of sexual intercourse. Tommy's bag was loose, so, it made perfect sense that the initial siege that night would be lengthy. It was indeed.

I think what bothered Katie was she knew beyond any question that what he was doing to her he had done with other women. She never told me that of course. And I've never queried her about it. I wouldn't bust her balls like that. No way, but, I believe that bugged her no end. She wanted to be the one and she wanted to be the only one. I wanted to be one of many for Girl. Girl wanted to be the only one for Tommy.

Tommy knew how to make Girl feel good. Good & sated. Knew how to manipulate Girl's mind & body during lovemaking. I could just tell the way he moved around the bed with her. He was a master, a grown man, a mature man who'd knew his way and had that confidence. Sounds easy, and he made it look easy.

He slowly moved inside of her. I'd been forgotten. How can that happen you say, when I'm but a few feet away? It happened. I didn't grudge it, not whatsoever. I was relieved in a way. I wanted to watch more than anything, except to hear and I got to do both as they first coupled for an extensive period of time. I didn't watch the clock, that never crossed my mind and I'm a clock watcher from way back. I just went to my knees, folded my hands on the edge of the bed, my chin on the fold and watched.

"Cully, I knew you were there, but, it was okay that I didn't include you anymore than I did. I wanted to devote myself to him. I did, I got lost in it. There was only him, just him. Tommy and I, and that's all I wanted. Don't be hurt, please, darling. But, he is all I wanted for those 2 days. I simply could not get enough of him. He was everything."

After the 2 days she confided that to me while he'd went to gas up the Plymouth. I believe she sent him on that errand so we would have some private time before we started back up on that Saturday: the visit to Mama's house where I met Miss Rebecca while Tommy tossed Girl around on his childhood bed and tickled her pink, the trip to Tommy's bar where they danced: "Tommy c'mon, you promised to dance with me. Cully can play by himself. C'mon." And Girl with the added final piece of nagging: "C'mon." He didn't care that the other brothers standing there, watching for his response to this crazy white girl.

"C'mon, baby-girl." Led her by the hand to the dance floor where White was starting up with his: "You Are The First, My Last, My Everything."

And I shot pool with my new cue. "Do you know that girl, Cully-boy?" They'd seen my name ingrained in the grip.

And Tommy, bless his great heart came & fetched me for the last dance. "C'mon, Cully, let's surprise her, she wants to slow dance with you."

"What about my new cue?"

"Don't worry about it, Culburn. It's safe."

And he watched us, never took his eyes off as we danced to our prom night song: "Traces" by Classics IV...

"I close my eyes and say a prayer
That in her heart, she'll find, a trace of love still there, Somewhere,"

Then finally our impromptu trip out to the cornfield. "Take me out there, we'll play hide & seek and who ever finds me first gets to fuck me first. And I don't care, I'll fuck one while I suck the other. It's up to you, Tommy." United, Girl & I shifted our sight to him. He was the leader.

"Show me the way, Girl."

"Straight out 73-75, 5 miles past Merritt Beach, there's a large billboard on the right, I'm sure the advertisement is different than when Cully & were out there a year ago playing hide & seek, but, the billboard will still be there."

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And he was incredibly strong. After slowly fucking her with both ankles where he'd set them at the first he joined them together in his left hand, shifted her ankles a bit to her right and fucked her that way. I had the perfect angle, his cock just slid in & out with ease, the shaft shiny from their movement. Always had a reserve of a few inches. His sack bloated and loose, gently landing on her nether region; the knot, covering it completely as he'd stall just a beat, twitch just the slightest bit prompting Girl to sigh or squeal time & time again till Girl & l thought we'd lose our respective minds. No wasted movement. No arms & legs loosey & goosey. None of that nonsense one sees on dirty movies of that era, or, the current one.

And Girl, she usually liked to narrate when I'd fuck her, spurring me on to a premature end with all manner of teasing & tormenting. A "tee-hee" here. A name called there. "You're so damn cute when you get close to spunking. Cum, Dale, cum in Katie." She too could snap her body and would twitch her core igniting my crisis. "Just-like-that." She'd state as she put an end to it.

Not with him. It wasn't total silence, for she did speak of love and devotion time again & again as he responded not by words but by kissing her, their lips sealed to one another as he moved ever so deliberately. A stoppage to lure her into wanting more. "No, Tommy, no, don't stop. Don't ever stop. I need it. I need you to fuck me. Don't stop."

He'd resume the gentle pounding of her body. There'd be no denial steeped on the stoppage to frustrate her.

What Girl wanted in their bed & out of their bed, Girl got.

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Finally, toward the last he gently lowered Girl's legs & slowly withdrew from her body.

And for the record there was no (pop) like in dirty books. No.

I thought she was going to cry. "Nooooooooo."

"Come here, baby-girl."

He gathered himself---then her into his embrace, carefully nudged her knees apart, got it lodged on it's own accord & once more pushed inside of her. Again there was plenty left.

I informed her of the reserves.

Her brow furrowed. "I was full, Cully. But, I'd have taken as much as he gave me. I wanted to be brave, just for him, just for Tommy. I knew he wouldn't hurt me. Tommy doesn't have a mean bone in his body, does he, boy?"

She was telling it.

"No, sweetheart, he doesn't."

She was basically independent of the bed. He just held her there and gave it to her.

"I could feel it, Cully, just like I feel you when you're ready to give up the old proverbial ghost. He was so sweet, that little cutie-pie. Thought he'd last forever. His eyes, Cully, Tommy's eyes watered just a bit. Now don't ever tell him about that, okay?"

"Of course, it's our secret." He and I never discussed (in bed Girl) or (in bed Tommy). Never. I knew without being told by him not to do it. And I never got lazy, or, reckless and disobeyed that unspoken rule. I just shut my mouth for once. And kept it shut for once.

"Just a muscle flare here and there, he started to seize up a bit and his eyes were the tell. So damn adorable as he tried to fight it off. I made him blow though, I locked into his eyes, you know how I do with you sometimes?"

"And other men a lot of the time, before this time with Tommy." To-my-self.

"And it started, really deep inside him."

"Did you feel his sack contract?" I figured what the heck, might as well let it all hang out.

"Yes, it lifted off my knot." She knew about her balloon knot as I'd informed her of it's proper name shortly after we'd tied our own knot.

"Could you feel his stuff actually hit your innards?" Like in the dirty books.

"No, nothing like that. But, I could feel his body begin to loosen, become less rigid, you know, give up the ghost more or less. He had to let loose of all that tension, Cully, all that badness, he was all stove up. You were as well."

I was next in the queue.

She was talking like I talked after I'd blown my pipes out, pea cocking around the house, naked, rating it/the cum. "I'm a new man, Girl. It was good, and I needed more than wanted it, but, I did want it. Not the best by any stretch, but, I just needed it. Like medicinal. Now, let's go for a ride & get a glass Coke a piece!"

"He isn't immune, it's not weakness to surrender to my charms, is it, Culburn? You've surrendered easier than that by jiminy."

"Damn, you're a ball buster."

Her smile full of mischief.

"You taught me. When I met you I didn't know shit from apple butter."

"What did you whisper into his ear there after he came?" I'd seen & I had to know.

"That's a secret, Cully. Please, for me, for Katie-Girl?" I never asked again.

"Why don't we French kiss like that?"

"Cully, you know why."

I did. I wasn't a very good smoocher, French or otherwise. Old ground I should have left be still.

"But, nobody licks me like you do, angel. Nobody." She always covers my mistakes.

And that is what I'd do about 10 minutes later, perhaps 15, no more than 15 after Tommy had broke his nut & I had followed him in."

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Tommy made a move to separate.

"No, Tommy, it's okay, sweetheart, just stay right there and rest a bit."

Immediately I felt badly for him. He was at his most vulnerable, (gun aside). I was kneeling bedside after he'd just blew his nut. If I got up and left it would have been even more uncomfortable. There was no protocol then, or, at least none that we'd found in her Cosmopolitan.

I wanted to watch.
He was there because of (the gun) & because they'd fallen in love.
If he'd have had his druthers I wouldn't be there watching.
It was complex & intricate.

We all knew this, but, we had the humanity to keep it to ourselves. There were too many (right) moments to justify standing still for (uncomfortable) moments.

She talked quietly to him. I tried & succeeded in not hearing a word of it. There were times in the times of Tommy that I had my finest hours. And I knew it.

And the moment did pass. And she made it right, though kind of at my expense, but, I had it to give & gave it unconditionally after she admonished me to.

"Cully, I'm calling your name." I went from feeling sorry for Tommy to absolute dread. How could I think I could leave that bedroom without leaving a piece of myself, so to speak.

"Get naked, Cully-boy."

And I did, I felt like a GD boy after watching him conduct himself.

"Fuck me." To-my-self.

But, I had to try and match at least his attitude. Did I succeed? Mostly. I gave up the fuckin' ghost in record time though. She wouldn't leave me be, damn her.

"I needed to be with him, Cully. I knew you would understand. I had to comfort him. He's so vulnerable. (the gun) I could not bear to have him in turmoil there. Please understand, sweetheart?"

I did.

"Get naked, boy. Not a stitch." For a moment I thought Miss had risen from Hell.

I don't even remember removing my clothes.

Down to my underwear she granted nary quarter. "Fruits too. I want to see what you've got inside those underwear, sweetheart."

And you know what I wanted?

Yes, baby talk.

And she loitered it at the edges right fuckin' there. To the rookie like Tommy he didn't know all the intricacies of Baby Talk. A word here, a syllable there, a wink, a nod , just a twinkle in her eyes, a 1/2 purse of her lips, a slight lick of her lips, furrow that brow, and I was at orgasm's door, & a knockin' like a madman.

"C'mon, Cully, c'mon, boy, come and get some."

I slipped my Fruits off. Vibrated like a tuning fork in High School science class.

"Yes. My goodness, yes." She paid Tommy not one bit of attention and he asked none. I didn't even look across the bed at him.

Did I look at what he'd left me at the apex of her grotto before I mounted said grotto?

"Yes, I did." Just like in the dirty books.

It was like a piece of pastry at Safeway, oozing out the hole, clean and pure, almost translucent, but, not quite. No. And not like in the dirty books in boundless rivulets. No. Not that. It was there, no doubt about it.

"I let it fall out. I could have held him inside, but, I wanted you to see. I wanted you to hurry, to nut, so, I could tend him. He needed me again."

Those four words would come again and it would be in that same bedroom. Oh, yeah, like a 50-foot tidal wave.

But, on this occasion unlike the next it was relevant.

She scooted down and I climbed right on as I'd done probably a couple hundred time by then. I wasn't new to that "foothold."

I got it inside aided & abetted by what he'd left. Seriously, I could really not differentiate twixt Tommy's load & sans Tommy's load.

"I was just grateful we didn't have to send Tommy out to the shed for a 2x4 to tie to your ass so you wouldn't fall in."

"GD you Girl." I thought she'd pee her pants then as we stifled our laughter so he wouldn't hear."

2-in---2-out & I knew I wouldn't last double-digits. Not for money, marbles nor chalk.
And then she gave it to me, right in front of him:

"I love you, Dale. I have from the moment I met you on the street that afternoon. Remember, boy?"

I went once more in, she snatched me & I roared like that MGM Lion.

"Yeah, like that, let it all come. I want it there with Tommy. I do. I don't care. I want you both. I love you both. I-do-not-care."

I roared again as it hit me again.

You know what Girl did? Spanked my ass, not once but, twice, real quick. [smack/smack] My left cheek with the flat of her right hand.

What did I do in response?

I roared for the 3rd & final time. There was nothing left to ejaculate.

I wilted just like Tommy had. My sack of course had never even dropped a portion the entire time I'd been in their bedroom.

I rolled off and toward the edge of the bed.

"Good for you, Culburn." Tommy was genuine, God-love-him.

"Tommy." Just his name.

"Now, who is the girl? Who hasn't spent? Who needs to spend? Who wants to scream?"

"Tommy?"

"My baby-girl."

"Cully?"

"His baby-girl."

Did I go down there and sample the mix of Tommy & I? No.

Did I steal a sniff? Yes. Clean, like ammonia.

I licked Girl's little beaver until the soft brown hair was moistened.

She'd settled down. They were kissing again, feather kisses, his fingers lightly caressing her breasts.

Her body was scalding hot.
I'd needed it.
He needed it.
I believe she needed it more than both of us.

And she got it.

"I didn't think I was going to be able to stand it, Cully. I was afraid, but, I knew you were both there to help me. I was so desperate and lost. I, I, I..."

"I know, baby. I know."

Her clitoris was present and accounted for. Hidden not a bit. I did a thorough sweep of the area, then isolated the little dickens and went to work.

About a 1/2 way there I got an epiphany. God? Maybe. I gleaned some of our shared stuff, eschewed her grotto & went straight for the knot.

"Cully, no." I never considered her "no." (No) meant (Yes).

"I was embarrassed with Tommy there, but, thank you, Cully. I'm so glad you didn't hear me." See how she explained that?

She tried to lock me out by seizing her sphincter. Please. I grabbed another thimble full of our stuff & bore in, not one, but, two fingers, first two, right hand.

"Cully." Last alert. All systems go. Tommy sealed her mouth with a kiss.

"I thought I was going to swallow my tongue, Cully. That sweet man."

Both legs came up simultaneously & hard locked in the widest V possible.

Now Girl was on the catapult launcher.

At times like this I'd pull off and extend the pleasure. She'd get mad but then would forgive and forget at ultimate release. This was not that. I put some added pressure onto my tongue and stiffened it, then buried my fingers as far as I could. There was no more room.

She pulled his hand off just as it hit. I tried to watch out of the top of my eyes. Like a real baby screaming after the first wail and then winds up for the second silent scream...there was no sound. She wound up in the clutches though as I pumped not once, but, twice with my buried fingers. Nothing fast, or savage that would hurt the girl, just 1/2 way out then all the way---deep in her rectum.

"That's all it took as the audible screams came forth. I saw Tommy whisper in her ear as the screaming just would not stop.

"What was it that he said?"

"That he'd love me forever."

I didn't cry.
Tommy didn't cry.
Girl cried.

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Girl was quite shaken, though she could've been playing a bit of possum to get Tommy's attention, like he ever denied her such. While I brought her legs down onto the bed Tommy gently pitched a quilt about her then pulled her close to him. Like a mini-cave.

"Thank you, Tommy."
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"Thank you, Cully."
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"That felt really good."

He further enveloped her closer to him.

"You're welcome, Girl." Me

"I'll get us some tea & coffee, a little refreshment to fortify us. Right?" Me

"Thanks, Cully. That'd be swell. My little Tommy-boy needs it, don't you, little boy?"

His good natured-laughter a welcome sound.

I grabbed my duds & went. I wasn't in that kitchen 5 minutes when I heard the toilet flush & here comes Girl, once again ensconced in her white gown.

"Cully, my little Cully-boy. How are you?"

I was waiting for The Whistler to whistle.

"Give me a hug, Cully."

I obeyed.

"Are you wearing panties under there?"

"Of course, I had to, I was still leaking your stuff. You and him. You guys came a lot."

"What color are they?"

"The cum?" Giggling.

"The panties, Girl. Be serious."

"I may end up having to insert a Tampon." That was the initial hint of what was to come.

"Lift the gown so I can see your panties."

"No, now, Cully. I have to get back to him. He's waiting for me."

"Again?"

"Yes. He's excited. And I need a favor, sweetheart?"

Uh, oh. "What?"

"Would you give us some privacy, perhaps until I don't know, this evening?"

This was all transacted in hushed whispers close to the hat rack where she'd ushered me.

"What!"

"I know, I know, it's just that he's really amorous and I just think it'd be better if we had some time, you know, alone. I wouldn't ask it if it weren't important. You know that, honey-bun."

I smelled a rat. & I smelled him on her. It was Hai Karate. I didn't see that in there when I was snooping about. He was hiding his cologne?

"Is it just him, or, are you as well (really amorous)?"

"I am. I can't help it, Cully. Don't be mad. He's so sweet and innocent."

"Bend over. I'll show you sweet and fuckin' innocent." To-my-self.

Of course that infernal Whistler commenced to whistling.

"You stay here." She scampered around & turned it off.

Once again I spied Smith/Wesson hanging on the hat rack. The poor guy. It just jolted me, sobered me on-the-spot. Took all the resistance, all the sap, any argument right off the table.

She poured the water as I folded the tent.

"It's steeping, Cully. I think it will be a good steep too. I can feel it." Brow furrowed-she waited.

"Of course, angel. No problem. I need some sleep (I really did). I'll just lay down, get some shut-eye, then crack open my new All Star Game."

"Thank you, Cully-boy. You're such a little sweetheart. I knew we could count on you. Oh, and I'll make sure not to scream when I, well you know when I, well, you know. That way you won't be wakened, or, alarmed." She knew & was busting my balls.

"Well, now don't do that, Girl. I wouldn't mind hearing that, at all. Okay?"

"Are you sure, because I don't have to scream? I mean it feels better letting it all hang out, but, I'd understand if you'd rather I didn't scream."

"No, no, I don't want you to curtail your screams, or, your passion with him. So, you'll scream, right?"

"For sure, I'll always scream. Now, pick me up and then set me back down so I know you're not mad."

I obeyed.

"I love you, Cully."

"I love you, Girl."

"I'm going to get some snacks together. He's hungry, don't you know. Is that okay?"

"Sure, I'll get my tea, and head for my room." Like a damn loser.

Naked, I squeezed my bag, added the sugar, + 1/2&1/2 while she scurried about raiding cupboards & Kelvinator alike. Busy as a bee. If I coulda nutted I'd a bent her over that kitchen table & busted that hole, but, I was a single shot musket & I'd done shot my limit. I didn't need to keep my powder dry. I had nary powder.

So, I grabbed my duds in one hand, cup-of-tea in the other, confirmed the ajar was present & accounted for & headed for the barn.

"Psst."

I turned just past S&W.

"You have a cute ass, Cully, and I'll be down a little later after a scream or 2. Okay?"

"Rate it." Me

"The best of all time." Her

"Damn right." Me

Nobody licks a beaver & pops a knot like C D C.

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"I can't."

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In the Air Force, circa '74 you received a 1/2 day off a week, free time. On that Friday I was all set. Ding & Dong had left first that morning.

From more than a mile buried in the earth I surfaced & left SAC HQ a bit past noon, stopped at the Food Mart, purchased a Sporting News, a Penthouse, & a six pack of glass Coke/cold. Shoved it all in Tommy's Jeep, then walked next door and a got a sub sandwich at Sarge's Sub Shop.

I was going to go home, confirm the ajar first, perhaps reconcile the count, then eat luncheon over "All My Children," peruse the Letters Section of that Penthouse, then root thru their clothes hamper, snag a pair of Girl's panties, go back to my room, place the gusset over my snout & masturbate.

Afterward I'd return the panties to the hamper, snoop their digs a bit, clean the house and wait for Ding & Dong to arrive back home.

I entered thru the main entrance to the mobile home park, not the hill entrance, turned left and made my way down to the last street in the park, turned right. Earl Welt (park manager) was about midway down sitting in his golf cart. I was in a good mood so I put up my hand in recognition. He matched it. I checked the rear view after I passed. He did not look back at me.

Came to a stop and went to turn right. What do I see down there at the end? Tommy's cruiser parked right in front of the trailer. And Girl's car parked right behind it.

By then Tommy was parking his cruiser at the house.
By then we didn't much care what the neighbors thought. We didn't throw it in their face for sure, just kept our heads down and went about our business.

"What the fuck?"

No sooner had I shoved it in park when here comes Tommy bounding out the front door & with a purpose---kind of trotting to his cruiser & hopped in. Looked like John Shaft if Shaft wore a uniform.

"If he comes down here you'll be spotted."

"Good. Then he'll know I saw."

He didn't. Drove off straight down the street and out-of-sight.

"I wonder what they were doing in there?"
"You know damn well what they were doing in there."
"I know, I know."

Today was Girl's 1st day off her period in the last 5.

It had been hands off during her period. I didn't have to be told that. It just was that. He did all the cooking, and all the baking during that first period & all periods thereafter, by God. I even helped him + all of my cleaning duties as well. She stayed in bed, reading The National Enquirer after returning from the office each day, orders from Sergeant Gentile. He didn't admonish me, or, order me to treat her extra kind, he just set the mark and I followed. And I mean no hand jobs, no talking dirty while I masturbated. No naughties at all. Nothing. He did not imbibe & neither did I.

But, with the Pill it was just a straight 4 day regimen. Not the end of the world.

Though I'd sneak down there after lights out to make sure nobody was cheating: she'd be in The Cave, the gate/his left ham hock down---both of 'em sawing logs.

"Cully, try and understand, he's being supportive and loving. Don't say anything, okay? Promise me, boy. He's such a little sweetheart."

I promised her. I wasn't about to criticize him. I didn't have a case, A. And B, it would have killed me to have him, you, know, read me a riot act over it.

When all was said & done, in the bitter end Tommy never did read one riot act to me. Nary a one.

We'd still eat dinner together, those 2 propped up in bed, me in my chair. Talk over the days events. Girl's feuds with the different girls in the office. Tommy's tales of present and past exploits enforcing the law. I didn't have much to offer and they didn't press me. Both were good story tellers and I did enjoy listening to them and the way they'd not talk over one another was amazing. We were a real family, a cockeyed one, sure, but, we functioned fine in and out of the old sack. When you're that close to 20-years-old you think something good will never end. You'd learn.

Afterward, I'd collect the dishes then we'd play card games until Girl got sleepy.

He'd help her down and into The Cave: "C'mon, baby-girl, get comfy now." Him

"Cully, you can sleep with us, there's plenty of room on that side." Her

"It's still a bit early. I think I'll go down and read a little, maybe catch a shave so I don't have to in the morning." Me

We'd exchange "good nights" and I'd stroll out, pulling the door half-way closed behind me.

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It was a bit of a dirty trick, I'll admit, but, I backtracked so I could come up the street we lived on. That way I could check and make certain he'd actually left the park premises and so I could sneak into a parking spot without more of a chance of being heard or seen by Girl. I couldn't catch them in the act, sure, but, I'd get one on her if I played it right.

Passed Welt going the other way. "Fuck me." Probably thought I was going to assault him.

Didn't see Tommy anywhere and eased to a silent stop in front of the next door neighbor's mobile home. Got out, grabbed my magazines, Coke & sub & stealthy made my way to the front door.

"Don't over play it, GD you."
"I won't."

He hadn't even locked it, he was in such a hurry.

I throttled down as I breached the doorway. Got inside and closed the door behind me. Girl, butt naked turned the corner.

"Did you forget something, sweetheart.........Uh, oh."

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"What's going on, Katie?"

"What are you doing home, boy?"

"No, what are you doing home and why did Tommy just run out of here like his ass was on fire?"

"You saw him? Cully, now don't get all upset. It's not what you think it is."

"Yes, I saw him leaving here. Was he fucking you, Girl?"

"Yes."

"Then it's obviously what I was thinking it was."

She had a look like she'd just been fucked. All pink & puffed up.

"I'll go and put something on, Cull."

I watched her bottom disappear around the corner.. I was so fucking horny after 5 days of denial I couldn't see straight. I hadn't it even whacked it out of loyalty to her, to him. Not once. And now I wasn't going to be able to beat off while sniffing her panties.

Comes back with one of his shirts on!

"Is there anything on under that?"

"No. Do you want me to put panties on?"

"No. What the Hell, Girl. In front of the neighbors, the middle of day?" Sure, it was weak, but, I'd seen it somewhere on TV & used it.

"Now listen, honey. He went to the precinct this morning to do paperwork before leaving on patrol. I could tell when I kissed him goodbye he was off a little, he seemed feverish, but, what I could do. Then he called me about 9. He was desperate. He couldn't wait until tonight, he couldn't wait anymore. Would I meet him? He had to see me. Had to have me. He'd give me anything I wanted if I'd come home at 11. It was his lunch hour."

I sat down at the table. I wanted to hear it because I had the advantage and I wanted to hear because I knew where it was going and where she & I were going to end up.

She took a seat as well.

"I can't believe your naked under there." She looked absolutely gorgeous in that shirt, & so freshly fucked my heart hurt.

"And I made a good deal and it includes you, Cully-boy. I didn't forget you. After we visit Mama tomorrow afternoon he's going to take us to dinner at Ross'! See, didn't I do good?"

I made a mental note to kick up my heels at the Ross's news. "How did you get off this morning?"

"I asked Paul if I could take the rest of the day off, that I had a terrible headache from my cycle."

(Paul Peters) was her boss and the one who stole at least 3 kisses that I knew of: one in the elevator at the office, one in the hallway in the lounge by the bathrooms and one when she hung up the phone in the lounge that Friday night after telling me she'd be home late. "He was standing right there, Cully, and he kissed me before I knew what was up."

I had a sneaking suspicion she'd slept with him at the Sheraton Hotel down there close to where she worked.

An aside: they served a Baked Alaska out of there that was absolutely to die for. I'd heard about it out at the base and it was just superb. When we went there for dinner one night just for that Baked Alaska she seemed to know her way around that hotel pretty darn good. How to get up to the restaurant, where the elevators were, etc. But, she'd passed (The Swear to God) protocol, so I didn't make an issue out of it.

"He said: 'Okay, sweetheart, go ahead and enjoy your weekend. I hope you feel better, Girl.'"

"Was Tommy already here when you got here?"

"Yes, he was basically where you are right now, only standing up. And he was naked. I came thru the door and he grabbed me."

"What!"

"Yes, he was all upset and I tried to calm him down, but, he picked me up in his arms and took me down there." Girl pointed toward their bedroom.

"What!"

"Yes, I said: 'Tommy, honey, calm down, it's okay, sweetheart, just settle down, let me get my clothes off and we'll be together.'"

"He didn't tear my clothes off exactly, but, he just about did. Then I wanted to freshen up in the bathroom, but, he pinned me to the bed. "No, Girl, no! Now." He said.

"And that was it."

"What the Hell do you mean [that was it.] What happened then?"

"He pulled me down flat and did what he did that first time when you were there. Remember, Cull?"

"Katie, nooooooooo."

"I couldn't stop him if I'd a wanted to." See what she did there? Just little phrases & shit like that to get me steamed up.

"He put both ankles up again?"

"Yes. Hung me there like I weighed nothing at all."

"Why didn't you tell him to stop, that he was hurting you. Why, Girl, why?" I knew why, but, I was getting into it by then, heading for my own nut---my own salvation.

"Cully, don't be mad, please. It excited me having him behave like that, so, desperate for me, saying all that stuff over the phone: "He had to have me." Now she paused for effect.

"So? Don't make me beg, Girl."

"He gave it to me. Held my feet up and gave it to me pretty darn good."

"Was he violent?"

"No, no, but, he did give it to me harder than he's given it to me thus far, I know that."

"How long, Girl?"

"20 minutes to his first nut. About as long to the 2nd. He came twice, Cully."

"What!"

"Yes, he was insatiable."

"40 minutes he fucked you?" I was incredulous.

"Give or take. I hit the door a little before 11. He was finished a little before 12. Right around 30 to 40 minutes."

"And you're not sore now?"

"Surprisingly, no. He just knows how to, well pound me without hurting me. Plus he didn't give it all to me. I asked him when he was finally finished."

"No, baby-girl, I will never do that to you. You're my little girl. No way I'd hurt you."

"My God, Girl."

"You know, something like that, not verbatim of course, but, close, Cully."

"If I'd a been here a half hour sooner I'd a run right into it. What the Hell would you two have done then?"

"Cully, we've all done it together a few times, you know: the first night, the cornfield. It's not like he's not allowed. And if you had shown up I'd have allowed you to hook my ankles once he'd finished. That's what you want to do now, isn't it? You can have some. In fact, you can have whatever you want, anyway you want it. You name it, you got it. Except the butt. That's for Christmas, remember?"

"Anything?"

"Anything. I want you to have a special Friday treat like Tommy got. Just, you know, Cully, no bank jobs. Right?" She laughed heartily. We both did.

"You didn't tell him about that bank job thing, did you, Girl? Please tell me you didn't."

"I didn't, honey. You know I wouldn't tell a soul. I swore to God I wouldn't."

"Thank goodness, it'd be humiliating, especially to a cop, for God sake."

"Make it special, Cully, and I'll make it even extra special."

It was easy. "Here it is..."

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I think the people that would read this shit are dead from trump plague

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I think the people that would read this shit are dead from trump plague

All they got to do is call 911 & report the person holding a gun to their head.

Viola!

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I chose Miss. Not "beat my ass to a frazzle" Miss, but, "loving" Miss.

Miss that would hook both ankles on my shoulder blades..

"Give me a half-hour & she'll come get you. Take a seat on your chair and don't move."

I couldn't fuckin' believe it. And didn't believe it until a half-hour later when Miss appeared in that 5x5 opening twixt kitchen & living room.

"Hey, you."

"Oh, my, God." It was her. It was Miss.

Same sweatshirt.
I stood up. Same black tights.

"Girl tells me we have a date."

"Yes. I can't believe it."

"Give me your hand, Cully-boy." She moved out of sight, stepped in front of the hat rack, then moved toward me.

"Oh, Lord." She had on those pink tennis shoes.

"Hold my hand, Cully, and I'll take you back there. I lit candles for us. Come with me so I can show you."

She was like "Belle" in "The Devil and Daniel Webster." Only Miss was no longer a disciple of the devil like "Belle" always was & always would be. Miss was all the sudden kind & soft spoken & wore those eye glasses again. And that sweatshirt, hiding those perfect little titties. They were loose under there, I could tell, loose and probably a little cool to the touch I imagined. I wanted to lick them, make the nipples wet and suckle there.

"Pink, Cully-boy, Miss has pink panties on. I chose pink. Come and I'll show you. Hurry, Girl won't be gone long. She's jealous I think. She said I couldn't kiss you, not even once, but, I appealed her dictate and she gave in. We may kiss just once, Cully. Only once. May I decide when?"

"Yes, of course."

"Girl said you looked so adorable in your uniform. She was right."

"Fuckin' Girl." To-my-self. Like a nightmare again, & again a good one.

She was right, 2 candles. Somebody had made the bed then turned Girl's side down.

"I'll undress you after I've undressed myself. Can you wait, Cully-boy?"

The voice of an angel.

"Yes."

"I'm going to take my pink shoes off, slip out of these black sweat pants, keep my sweatshirt and my pink panties on then slip my pink shoes back on. I'll need you to retie them."

I was lost & I was found.

"Will you do that, Cully-boy, tie them I mean, real tight?"

"Yes, I'll do that, Miss." I could not actually believe she was going to show me her pink panties, but, she was out of those shoes and sweats so quick I was flummoxed. Sure, they were my panties, my pink ones, but, they looked a whole lot better on Miss then they ever did on me.

She pirouetted. "You like?"

"Yes, you're gorgeous."

"Okay, now your turn. Pull my laces, Cully, pull 'em nice & tight."

Somehow she'd gotten those pink tennis shoes back on. I knelt, pulled the laces tight, made a perfect bow on each shoe, then looked up for her approval as she was looking down on me. I thought I might catch her faking it, perhaps, you know, she'd set me up & would pull out a belt at any moment & beat my ass to the aforementioned frazzle, but, no, uh, uh, her countenance expressed nothing but love.

"Yes, Cully-boy, that's perfect. Come here, baby." I obeyed---I raised up.

How could a woman be so mean one day and a few weeks later be so loving?

Miss quickly undressed me right down to my birthday suit.

"You've always wanted this haven't you, Cully?" She held my cock with both her hands. Her fingers nice & warm.

"Yes." I was a bit tranced.

"How do you want me?"

I went right away: "I want to put your pink tennis shoes over my shoulders. Would that be okay, Miss?"

"Any way you want me is fine, Cully. Girl said so."

She removed her pink panties. "You may have these back now." Then turned, showed me her pink bottom, climbed into their bed and parted her knees, not vulgarly, you see, but, modestly, beautifully.

Not puffy at all. Her downy hair-there-straight & soft, able to hide the charms beneath.

"I'm wet. I'm ready to receive you." Now just a trace of Girl's tone in Miss.

I placed first her right tennis shoe, then her left. The expanse twixt shoulder blades wasn't as pronounced as it was with Tommy, but, having those pink beauties up there like that was everything.

"Do you want me to take off my sweatshirt-or-not?"

"No. But, may I feel them?" I loved asking her permission when I was mighty confident I'd be permitted.

"Yes, you may." See?

And they were: they were cool to the touch, soft & pliable, the nipples stiffened because of the persistent rubbing against that sweat shirt. I wanted to suckle, but, couldn't.

"Hurry, darling, I'm afraid Girl will return before we're finished."

I released her breasts, smoothed the sweat shirt, leaned in & set it to as Tommy had done Girl that first night when he'd had her at his advantage. As the head of his cock had disturbed Girl's nest prior to intercourse, now my cock was poised in the exact same portal, nestled gently in the soft fur.

"Do it." I heard Girl, but, saw Miss.

And I did. I got in there in two strokes. In a mirror image of my mentor I left an inch out of her quim, and stroked with what I'd lodged.

"Yes, Cully." All Miss now.

She was wet & ready. She coaxed me with her eyes thru those perfectly clear lenses. I thought perhaps I'd find new restraint with Miss that'd I'd never master with Girl? Uh, uh. I was in trouble from the get-go. But, what did I expect, I hadn't busted a nut in 5 days? If I'd a whacked off that morning I'd a been able to stand the gaffe, but, no, I hadn't expected this. No way. Come home-eat my sub-snag her panties-sniff 'em-beat the meat. Then everything had went haywire.

"Faster. Faster, boy." Miss

I obeyed.

"It's time for our kiss, baby." It was like when Grace Kelly kissed Stewart "Rear Window" in that slow motion special track shot by Hitchcock.

Just a hint of her tongue, then mine, her lips so soft. My stuff threatened, my sack hard like concrete cement

I tried to steal another.

"Just one kiss, boy, remember?"

She fixed me in her gaze then. I'd wanted to concentrate on the pink tennis shoes, but, they existed only in my peripherals. Her eyes were clear and bright, the whites so white that my spunk started to evacuate my sack. I couldn't stop it. No way.

"Oh, God, Girl, it's here." I only realized I'd used her Christian name after we'd said our farewell a short few minutes on.

I twitched, froze & filled her. 5 days of God only knew what was in there was loosed into Miss. I never thought the pump would run dry.

"Yes. It's yours, darling-boy."

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"We've got just a few minutes left, Cully."

Miss had finished dressing. I watched for a hint of old Miss, or, old Girl, but, loving Miss held fast in the ranks.

"Thank you, Miss. You were wonderful."

"You're welcome, Cully-boy. Just remember though this was a special request granted. The next time I visit will be like all the times before. Understood? You won't fall in love with me, will you, and make it impossible for Miss to do her work? Cully, tell Miss the truth."

What'd I do? I told a bald face lie: "No, I won't fall in love with you. I promise. And I'll be ready for you when you return. I know you spank me for my own good and for Girl's benefit as well." And I did know that. Girl didn't beat me thru the auspices of Miss for the heck-of-it. She beat me for a good reason. Could I cite that reason that day, or, any day since? No. But, I knew there had to be a good reason.

"I promise, Miss, you won't regret granting me this special time. I'll do right."

"Thank you, for not falling in love with me. Girl would be upset if you had."

I loved Miss so much, that it broke my heart to lie like that, but, I had nary other choice. To declare my undying love that Friday afternoon would've been sheer madness. I would not have permitted Miss to leave. Girl would've surfaced and God only knows what would have transpired. Tommy was due home in a few hours. On a Friday evening no less! It would've been a cry fest. I'd a cried. Miss would've cried. Girl would've cried. Tommy would've come home, found us crying and lost his mind. He already had a screw loose to begin with. No, I couldn't do that to him. To the girls. Or, to myself. She'd come back, beat my ass and (in love) would turn to something altogether different & live-able (love/hate), yes, that.

"Girl said we could kiss but once, but, there was no limit on hugs we could share. A nice tight one, chest-to-chest. And you may separate me from the earth like you do Girl. Agreed?"

"Agreed."

I set her back upon the earth.

"Now, you go down to the other end and clean up. By the time you're finished I'll be gone & your girl will have returned. And I will see you very soon. Maybe even see your new house guest then, huh?"

"Uh, oh." To-my-self.

"Close you eyes, boy, while I step into the bathroom. Then go. Buh-bye, baby."

I closed my eyes.
I heard the door close.
I gathered my belongings.
I obeyed her dictate.

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