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

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

' KKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK!" 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 me, boy. I need a hard . 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 man. Cully's not a man. Cully's not a 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 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 ing thing and don't lift off it, ya er, 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 cir stances 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 re 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 is tired. You read one Cully story, you've read them all.

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Man...sorry...but this 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 .

[SpursforSix]

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

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

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"Tommy"

A Short Story by Culburn Castleberry

Part 2.

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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 , 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 in' 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 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 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 in' 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 ing 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. , 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 in' 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 su ion 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 & 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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Part 2 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 er, 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. , I didn't even know him 12 in' 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, , 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 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 mus 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 in' 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 con uous 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 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 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 les. 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, !"

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 did you pick that in 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"

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, , 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 in' 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 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- !" 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 ing 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."

me, I checked it 1 more time.

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

"I have ed 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."

" me, he is the in' 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 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 .

Reconsidered---in the finest traditions. "You ain't gettin' me, you side-show lookin' mother er, 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 in' 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 .

"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 les, 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 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 subs uting Vitalis with Brylcreem.

"Cully, it's right here for when Miss comes." She'd showed me. Twixt visits I'd secretly do the subs ution, 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 man." Rang thru my gourd. Maybe I could be a 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 .

"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 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 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 in' look on her mug. (Hand in the cookie jar) type look. ( 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 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 .

"I should tickle you to orgasm sometime."

Her pattern of indiscretions could wait. I turned over. My roasted hindquarters on- ing-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 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 in' head off.

"Girl promises not to squeeze too hard, but, I'm going to hold our family jewels in one hand, and 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 . 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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