Charles Pendelton
      © 2008 Marty Langdon
Chapter 32 (1973) pt 5


It was Friday, February 9th, and the snow had begun to fall toward the early morning.
I can vaguely remember the time being four o' five as I scuffled tiredly into the bathroom.
The incessant throbbing in my bladder felt like a water balloon about to burst! Not
wanting to turn on the light and shock my eyes, I felt for the toilet seat. Lifting it to the
upright position, I rapidly began peeing. As the steady stream of liquid made its way
into the bowl, I began to think silently, “three hours from now, I'll be on the school bus.”

Through my bathroom window, I saw a brilliant white sky and snow coming down like
soft feathers. Since there was hardly any wind at all, the snow just sort of fell against the
background of three communal streetlights. The old maple tree near the Oberheim's lot
was immense. Its thick branches dangled around the second streetlight, where the light's
reflection seemed to burn that tree's penumbra into the secluded street and walkway
covered with fallen snow. Just then a mild breeze came in off the ocean making the
snow appear to be falling on a very slight angle. What a magical glow the evening had
cast upon the early morning hour, making everything so pure and white in its awesome
setting. How calming it was to watch the snow fall, imagining all the world asleep!

After relieving myself, I walked back to my room and crawled into bed once more before
looking out my frosty window. I knew she was in there, sprawled across that warm bed
with the covers hanging half off.
How I wished I could just go over there and pull them all
the way up to her chin. I wanted to make sure she was nice and warm like I was. Touch her
lips and then kiss her gently upon her forehead before leaving. In my mind, I did it perfectly.

Wherever she entered the mystical land of dreams,
I always wondered if part of me was making her happy there.

It felt so good to care about someone. . . To love someone.
And the love we had for each other could ignite a star!

As I lay in bed wondering about how much snow would fall, I fell back to sleep where
I dreamt I was in the Old West. The sun was shining brightly as I entered an old saloon
and proceeded to walk over to the bar. “Last Stop Saloon,” read the hand painted sign
that appeared to be nailed straight into the front of the old watering hole. Inside
people were playing cards in a seedy environment that reeked of old beer. The floors
were filthy and the tables were even worse! Nothing like what you would expect to see
from watching the old black and white westerns on TV. That's just a studio prop!

                                                                               Pg 193

Outside, two men were kicking another man to death. “Best if you drink,” said the squirrely bartender
caressing a five o'clock shadow. People here don't trust a man who doesn't drink. It's a sign of bad
character; sign of a weak person. I looked around and found these people to be eyeing one another,
like they were all looking for a reason to fight. . . I then began to think that this whole goddamn town
belonged in jail. This bottle hits the floor and your a dead man. With those words, he slid the bottle
down the bar like a rocket and I caught it with a loud slap! Everyone turned around to see me holding
it. Thanks. You mean most obliged. I turned the bottle upside down and took three nice sized gulps
before slamming it back down upon the bar! This made everyone go back to what they were doing.

Then like a vision from Heaven, Harmony begins walking down the staircase dressed in a one piece
mauve taffeta gown. In appearance, it was very similar to the types worn with leg-o'-mutton sleeves!

I yell out her name, but the bartender tells me to hold on. Trust me, you don't wanna do
that. I know her, she's my friend, I say, as I make my way across the room. From out
of nowhere a sheriff by the name of Minton Barrows had accosted Harmony and would
not let go of her wrist. Please let go of me, she screamed, but no one paid her any mind!
I stepped in and put my gun under the man's ear. Easy there fella, he said laughing! Oh,
I wouldn't laugh if I were you, I said, sounding like a very spry Clark Gable, who would
have been 72 this year. Just move along Sheriff. I can't do that ya see, I own this girl.
Owned, I believe is the proper terminology, I replied in no uncertain words.

Sometimes, learning new words from the dictionary before bed can be beneficial in dreams!

The girl belongs to me now. You're not hearing me now, are ya? I then cocked back
the hammer of the gun with my thumb, until it engaged with a loud click, and everyone froze!
The girl belongs to me now. You're really not hearing me now, are ya? I then cocked back
the hammer of the gun with my thumb, until it engaged with a loud click, and everyone froze!

                                  When I tell you that place emptied out
                                  faster than a dog in heat, I'm not lying.

Okay-okay you win, said the vile beast of a man, sharply winking. With his hands held
high, he walked slowly in reverse, thus offering me the leeway to pass by unscathed and
get to Harmony. I then holstered my gun and began walking over toward her. Are you all
right, I asked before hearing that same familiar sound coming from behind me. The sound
of a Colt hammer cocking. The ingrateful poltroon had deceived me. We don't have to do
this, I said anxiously at the unrelenting figure whose face was now half shadowed by the
rays of the sun. Oh, but we do, said the sheriff grinning wryly through his rotting brown
teeth, that looked like a row of Indian corn. All gnarly and full of holes were they and this
man, nothing but a lowdown scourge. As I backed up, the sheriff began firing, but I moved
like a jitterbug and miraculously escaped every shot! Now I thought to myself, it's my turn.

I really love that about dreams.
If you're confident enough, you can outlive even death!

                                            Peter Fonda - November night

                                                                        Pg 194

I then withdrew my pistol and said, “goodbye sheriff.” I aimed at the man's left eye
and fired, but the shot went through his forehead and came clean out the other side.
There the shell casing traveled into a bottle of whiskey on the old fashioned display
counter, shattering it and exploding its contents everywhere, but there was no blood.

Just then an old timer comes in and shuffles over to the blackboard. The blackboard
is situated near the piano, in the far left corner of the room by the bathroom. He uses
the eraser and then writes 8,957 while rolling both lips over his gums for he had no
teeth. “If you don't mind me asking, just what is it you're doing?” “My job, ya see
I'm the town writer an n'is nummer here tells ya how many peoples been shot dead
d'is year.” “How long have you been doing this?” “Since I'm is twelve.” “How old
are you now?” “Hunnert-tuo. I'm is due for retirement in anudder a-teen years, but
no one's ever lived to see it!
” “What do you get for retirement? “Bottle a-booze!”

He walks away slow. As I moved in to examine Harmony's bruise, she pulled her arm
back hard! “Get the hell away from me! Why don't you go back to where ever it is you
came from!” Hysterically, she bolted over to the man lying face down on the floor and
embraced him. A man put his hand on my shoulder as he chewed his tobacco and spat
the juice on my new boots. “Killed the girl's daddy, that's cold. Best be ridin' outta here
before the sun sets, and it's movin.” “I'm sorry, I didn't know.” “Don't 'pologize to me,
juss go.” The look of horror in her eyes and the pain etched on her face chilled me to the
very core of my being. All those times we made love in the warm desert sand, in the back
of the stable near the horse troughs. How we grew up together, and the words you used
to profess your undying love for me had all blown away in the course of a single moment.
In the breath of a starling who darts out into a windy sky, our love affair was over.

                                      The Paradox - With someone to love

I exited that saloon through the swinging doors and found the sun to be hot.
Too hot for it was scorching. As I stood beside a withered hitching post,
I screamed before punching it! That was all I could remember.

So that's what it's like to kill someone, I thought. It was easy. The saddest
part of it all was that you couldn't reverse it; you were doomed. If only you
could reverse it, then maybe you had a fighting chance. Unfortunately,
there was nothing in the world that could undo a bad mistake. I would
have to live with the consequences of my actions for the rest of my life,
and for the rest of my life I would remain apart from the world, trapped.
Even though I was still free, I was a slave to the fact that I lost Harmony.
And that was a fate I would not wish upon any mortal human being. 
No matter how young or how stupid. No one deserved this punishment

                                                  The Peers - Once upon a time

When I awoke and looked out my window, I saw a sheet of pure virgin snow covering
the street like an immaculate blanket had been laid down while I was sleeping. What a
beautiful sight to behold! From the top of my window, I looked down to see Harmony
bundled up like a cute little Eskimo girl shoveling by the side of her house. I waved to
her as I was getting into my mother's old black Rambler, and she waved back at me
For some reason, I just seemed to stand there watching her as she waited for
me to get in the car. “Today Charlie Brown,” said my mother impatiently. “All right, all
right,” I muttered. That was my nickname from Mother. I guess she thought it was cute.

As we pulled out of the snow and proceeded to make a U-turn, my eyes caught the top of
Mrs. Devoy's house. That old TV antenna has weathered many storms. Just to know that it's
there; that it will always be there was enough to ease my mind. Just think, how many different
ones are out there? God, there are so many shapes and sizes too! Who puts them together?
Some were huge and intricately defined with hundreds of little metal sticks coming out of the
main extension bar, and others were quite simple. For the rest of the car ride, I would gaze up
at various rooftops to see what types of antennas adorned the sky. . . Some were magnificent!

The same went for the lift-o-matic all weather rotary dryers that opened up like giant umbrellas!
Every yard seemed to have them, and each one appeared to be noticeably different than the next!
Who could have known that one day they would all become nothing more than a novelty item?

My mother let me off near the New Dorp train station as usual, where I waited for my daily
school bus.
I sat next to a kid named Joey as I did every day. A kid who I was soon to name
Joey the ant. I then removed a small picture of Harmony from my wallet that she had given
to me last year. As I was looking at her image and admiring it, I was rudely interrupted.

                                                                               Pg 195

“Who is that,” asked Joey in a smug manner, “your girlfriend?” Making a face by pulling
his lips to one side. “If she was my girlfriend, do you think I would be sitting next to you?”
He punched me in the arm, and I punched him back for that is what children do. Till later
my love, I thought with eyes closed while cleverly imagining all the luscious things we were
going to do to each other later on. Before I even got off the bus, I was yearning for her. I had
the craving but needed to keep it under wraps. A hindrance called lust that occurs at the worst
possible time to overpower my senses and compel me to desperation. It thrives on longing to
illuminate the world with a desire so intense it cannot be reckoned with; love's sweet release.

As we were approaching the building, t
he sky had turned a brighter
shade of pink,
and my mind began to focus on current events.

Soon we were in school, where the sound of squeaky boots on newly waxed floors seemed to
override everything else. While I was trudging around in the hallway, delaying my studies by
waving to this one and chatting with that one, my angel was keeping the home fires burning.

The furnace in the basement was continually being monitored by coal shovels, and
that in itself was keeping us warm. Since time can recall, I loved the snow and could
never seem to get enough of it. For hours, I watched as it fell by the main window.
Ms. Ellis didn't seem to mind me drifting away; she knew I was absorbing the lesson.

The snow falling down would somehow alleviate my
worries, making everything in my world a bit calmer.

Much like a relaxing tonic would aid in curing ennui!

At around twelve forty, an announcement came over the school intercom telling us that we
would be going home early today. The sound of excitable children could be heard up and
down each corridor throughout the entire building! The school seemed to have gotten darker
for the lights now appeared brighter in the hallways. As we left to get on the bus, the snow
was coming down heavier than it was before! Judging from the sky that seemed to be painted
a bright tangerine color, I could see no sign of it stopping anytime soon. The bus let me off
at my cousin's house, and I stayed with them for awhile before sloshing down the street to
the house where my girlfriend resided. I used my key, even though I knew she was home.

                                                    Maywood - You're the one

“Hey,” she said with bloodshot eyes in a tired sounding way, “you're back from school early
today.” “Yeah, they let us go home because of the weather.” She came up to me and planted
a sweet smoky kiss on my lips and tongue. I felt so proud and so happy to be loved by this
angel, that I would do almost anything she asked.
I then noticed her fingernails had been
neatly manicured and painted! “Did you do this for me?” I asked, feeling overly complaisant.
Harmony threw both eyebrows up high and fast as my heart stammered! “That is a beautiful
color,” I declared! “You like?” she asked full of smiles and clouded by love. As she stood
there with both arms outstretched,
I was better able to examine the nails on each hand.

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The color was a deep burgundy that perfectly intermingled with the purple it had more of!

“You're not going to pass out on me again are you?” she asked as if wanting to see it. “I might,”
I said to her astonishment! Lovingly, she put both hands into the folds of my armpits and braced
herself. “Then go ahead, cause I've got you.” I released myself with a sigh and we both laughed!

She then lifted me off the ground with her two hands still tucked firmly under my armpits
held me up to Heaven. At that very Instant in time, it honestly felt like God had given us his full
blessing! I then wrapped my legs around her waist and gave her a kiss so warm and tender, I
would think about it Sunday evening as I lie awake in bed, gently caressing the pillow, I imagined
was her cheek. Why do we have to be apart, I'd ask myself before placing my small hand on the
frozen window? Tears streaming down my face and neck. It hurt to be apart from her. It was my
torment, but everyday I lived, I got a little bit older until the day when nobody cares anymore.

As she put me back down, I took her left hand and boldly kissed it; like I was a high society
gentleman courting in a social setting. I could not believe it, but I had just made her blush! 

If only I could have expressed to you my heart. The way I was
feeling within my very soul. The way you were making me feel,
my sweet love; you would have wept with joy.

And if only I could have given you all you were worthy of possessing,
I would have given you a small country; and then knelt down before you.

The snow was really coming down heavy when I told Harmony I was going outside to shovel.
“Give me a minute and I'll come with you!” she voiced, ecstatically. I shoveled her walkway,
driveway and front steps while she caught snowflakes in her gloves and twirled about happily.

As I watched her behave like a little girl in a blizzard, I found myself enamored by
her beauty. I could not seem to get enough of her. No matter what I did or where
I was, I was literally thinking about her all the time! In my heart, I was yearning
to be by her side forever. I knew she had just finished smoking that “funny stuff”
judging from the way she smelled, and by the way she acted. It was okay though,
cause she still treated me like I was the only guy on the planet. A heavy gust of
wind blew the top layer of snow from a neighboring house straight into our faces.

She threw her gloved hands up and screamed out in excitement! I wanted at that
very moment to kiss her so badly that I asked her if she wanted to go back inside.
No matter how much shoveling I did, after I was finished it still looked like I did
nothing anyway!
This was due to the fact that it was blowing like very fine powder.

                                                                               Pg 197

For the next twenty four hours, the snow would come down in bushels, and tonight
I would be staying over. My parents needed some alone time to sort things out and
asked Harmony if it wouldn't be a burden. “Are you kidding,” she said, “he can stay
with me anytime!” Thank God they didn't catch that little blunder! She should have
said us, not me. That was the closest we ever came to getting busted. As we entered
the house, the wind kicked up and would not let me close the door without a fight!!!

With two red faces burning, I put my warm hands on her waist, and we kissed. I helped her remove her
coat, and she assisted me in taking off my boots. We sat in the living room with the lights off and held
each other as we watched the precipitation fall in the form of a billion snowflakes. How romantic and
beautiful this scene must have looked. Often, I would replay it in my mind behind a thousand tears.

                                                           Vashti Bunyan - Coldest night of the year

There are two songs I have found to be so hauntingly moving they cannot be played.
On this very Christmas night by Trans Siberian Orchestra is the first. If I should have
the misfortune of being out somewhere toward Christmastime and that song comes
over the airwaves, it's all over. So clearly can I feel my emotions build while listening
to this song it is almost frightening. As it plays, memories present themselves to me
in such a way, it is almost impossible for me not to come apart at the seams.

Trans-Siberian Orchestra - Christmas canon

Marigot Bay
by Arabesque is the other. This one is not as intense as the first,
but still, should you listen to the lyrics of this song you will understand my
dilemma. If I'm alone I'll play it, just to torture myself with what I've lost.

                                                  Arabesque - Marigot Bay

Later on that evening Harmony made eighteen fried empanadas. They were formed by rolling
corn flour into medium circles. Inside this went the ground pork, vegetables, eggs. When they
were all pinched closed, they were deep fried. After they cooled down a bit, I sunk my teeth
into it. Those sauteed onions made the juice gush out and run down my face! They were out
of this world! “Don't eat too many, they're only an appetizer.” For the main course, my angel
made sobrebarriga from the most succulent of skirt steaks, because the flank steaks were gone.

It couldn't have tasted any better had it been prepared by a top notch top chef, and I ate
like a king! For dessert, she unveiled a lavish coconut cake that was in the process of coming
out of the oven as the school announcement was being made known. Harmony called this cake
“torta de coco” and my mouth watered! An ambrosial white cake with grated coconut shavings
on top! Vibrantly, she cut a more than generous portion of the luscious cake, before setting it
down in front of me! I wanted to submit it as an entry for the yearly Betty Crocker baking
contest. You just send them a picture along with the recipe, and then wait for a response. . .

                                           Harmony would take first prize!

                                                                               Pg 198

This is just one of the meals Harmony crafted from her mother's recipe. There were
more, but not nearly as many concocted as from her Indian heritage. Strange as it seems,
Harmony never mixed cultures. If she cooked Latin one night, the Indian desserts would
not be made until the following evening. This rule she followed, and would not bend it.

“You make my mom's cooking taste like garbage!” She laughed loudly at my remark,
while coating my mind with an expression of such seductive rebellion, I grew weak.

“You are so bad! And I, know how to cook everything. Think about that the next
time you look at Ursula down the street. Not only can I cook everything, but I can
see everything too.” She then winked at me with a mixture of both jealousy and lust.
My hands started tingling, and I found it a bit difficult to breathe. “Are you going to
spank me?” She thought about my words and had a quizzical expression on her face.

“Remember, the key?” As her face produced a more inquisitive look, I unfurled my
hand and said, “if you lose this key, I will remove your pants, and spank you with the
palm of this hand.” Harmony's face bore an expression of shock so intense, I thought
she might need to sit down. “Are you still thinking about that?” she uttered discreetly,
in disbelief? I then began to feel terribly embarrassed, and so I turned my eyes away
from Harmony to the wall, where I felt equally ashamed. She smiled in a subtle manner
as she reached across the table. With both hands clasped lightly to my one hand, she
spoke. “If ever there is anything you feel you need from me, all you have to do is ask.

I will not say no to you, and I promise, I won't judge you for it.”
O-kay,” I said nervously, feeling kind of jittery inside.

Have you been a bad boy?” I nodded my head apprehensively. Do you think I
should punish you?” Yes.” If you want me to stop, you'll have to say Honeyplease,
or you're going to be redder than a beet in mid August! Let's go wash up.” From there
we went straight into the living room. As we approached the couch, she suddenly
changed into someone else, and I wasn't quite sure what just happened.

“So tell me, how many people have you told about us?” “I never told anyone,
I swear. You know that!” “Did I give you permission to open your mouth?” “No,”
I said timidly. “You just did it again,” she said slapping her hands together so loud
I jumped! She grabbed me by my shirt collar and brought her face close to mine.
“If you ever talk back to me again, I'm going to slap you in the fucking mouth.”

                                “Nod if you understand me. . . Good.”

I was confused by the harsh tone of her voice. The seriousness of it implied danger,
and I was starting to become worried. Harmony slapped my leg hard, and it stung.
She slapped my thigh harder, and it burned. Then she pulled my shirt up and slapped the
side of my ribs so hard, it echoed through the house. I looked at her in sheer terror as a
tear came out on its own, followed by another.
It was like nothing I thought it would
be. There was so much stinging in each slap that I couldn't hold back my tears.
cry my love, we're just role playing. If you stop now, you'll never be able to go back.
Is that's what you want to do?” “I'm not sure,” I responded, full of hesitation and doubt.
Inside I was shuddering, far worse than could be produced by any terrible vegetable!

There was a very long pause before I heard myself say, Okay, I'm ready.”

To imagine Harmony stopping was so confusing to my senses that it became kind of unreal,
yet the thought of her continuing filled me with anticipation and dreaded fear. It was almost
as if I wanted her beautiful fingers imprinted all over my entire body, and I didn't understand
why. It's not like I wasn't hurting! My brain was receiving stress signals of intense pain, yet I
refused to acknowledge it! All the while, my heart was exploding in passion and lust to such
a degree that my own breathing became labored. Only now, did I finally understand what it
meant when a man says to a woman, my dear, you take my breath away.

                                                                               Pg 199

After a few more slaps, Harmony put her left hand around my throat, and the hand that was
abusing me on my face. It felt hot. She moved her delicate fingers around my nose and cheek
as though it were a gentle massage, then up to where my eyes were. She rolled the tips of her
index and middle finger on my left eyelid before moving her index finger in and under, where it
came to rest directly upon the exposed layer of the eyeball. It burned like the tip of a match head
and again, I broke down and cried. Even though she only kept it there for about three long seconds.

At this very moment in time, I no longer trusted her and frankly,
I was becoming very afraid of her.

“Easy baby easy,” she said in a reassuring tone while fluctuating back and forth from passive to
aggressive. I must say, as terrified as I was, I was still somehow aroused. I just didn't want this
to get out of hand. To a point where I would no longer be able to control it. “Let's stop now,” she
said, “we shouldn't be doing this.” “No,” said the voice in my head aloud! Oh no, I thought as
the lifeboat drifted away, and I was slowly lowered back into the shark filled waters.

Harmony continued where she left off, now massaging my chin and jawbone with her thumb. As
she began to massage my lips, she spoke like an authority figure in a third world government where
corruption and power rule. “Just a little friendly word of advice. If your tongue should accidentally
touch any of my fingers, I will beat you so soundly that people will hear it on the next block. Look
at my hand! See how red it is, and we haven't even started yet. I could slap you around the house
until the sun comes up if I wanted to!” She then squeezed my nipple until I thought I would faint.

                                               "Dare me! Go on!!!"

I was trying so hard to be strong. To be someone she could one day revere,
but I didn't know how to control myself, and so I began to squirm. In my pants
however, I had an erection the size of Texas, and it felt like a fire hose that
needed to put out a three alarm blaze! At any given second it could have gone off
prematurely. it was that sensitive. because of this, I was afraid to even touch it.

Like a teacher preparing to discipline an unruly student, I was pulled to my
feet by my ear! Harmony then proceeded to glide her hand across my groin,
before unbuckling my pants, thus allowing them to fall to the floor.

Next she pulled my underwear down, where they came to rest around my
ankles. I was then told in an impassive tone to stand still and not move an inch.
My penis was so hyperextended that Harmony could have probably balanced
her foot on it to change a light bulb! Within minutes, my penial muscle felt
more like a very sensitive bone that could easily be broken if she twisted it too
hard or bent it the wrong way. Like a mechanized machine, she looked at me
with unempathetic eyes, and I could see all the love she once had for me was gone.
The callous expression wrought upon her face would deliver the final blow to my
now grieving heart. The whole ordeal made me feel like I was in a psychological
play, and it wounded me inside that she could manipulate her emotions at will.

I, on the other hand, happened to be more of a submissive being, and realized
it would be extremely uncomfortable for me to take on “the role of the aggressor.”
As Harmony brought her face ever closer to throbbing organ, my heart felt like
it was going to explode. Until at last, she was but a heartbeat away.

                                                                               Pg 200

In a provokingly outward manner, Harmony opened her mouth and began to come even
closer. About halfway in she stopped, when it made contact with the back of her throat.
Never at any time did her lips, teeth or tongue ever touch it. She then drew her head
back and closed her mouth. Watching her tease me like that made my testes hurt. After
this, she wrapped her hand around my pulsating organ, and it reacted by oozing a
clear stream of honey-like fluid
onto the rug. Even though I hadn't achieved orgasm,
I did feel as though some of the burden had been lifted from my testicles.

No longer could I breathe right, for I was so turned on,
my balls disappeared, and my peanut sack shriveled into
what can only be described as a dry leather prune!

“Please-please,” I shrieked in desperation, I can't hold it anymore!!!

My poor pecker felt like it was going to burst out of its thin sausage casing. So intense
was this throbbing pain, that I kept thinking it was going to break open. As she fondled my
tight scrotum, which felt the same as it would have had it been soaking in ice water for an
hour, Harmony told me to close my eyes and brace myself. For what, I thought? Whap!!!
She slapped it so hard, it felt like a razor strap! I was almost sure a piece of it came off.

“Yeowwwwwww!!!” I thrusted back, while reeling out in pain, but
as I looked at it, I was amazed to find it going down. “How did you?”
Harmony looked at me, and I immediately withdrew into hiding.

What a bummer;
my lover had just murdered my penis.

I was completely numb from the initial shock of what had just happened, and the burning
was so severe, I was sure it would never work right again. Now, I was screwed, because
Harmony had grown so attached it. She loved to hold it and play with it, and sometimes she
would even talk to it before she kissed it. Then she would make love to it with her tongue.

Within a matter of seconds, it was as dead a Libby's Vienna sausage that
had been plucked from it's slimy broth with a light green cocktail toothpick.

I simply could not fathom what had just transpired.

Harmony then took my hand and forced me to lay across her lap. “So, tell me about Ursula.”
“There's nothing to tell.” She brought her heavy hand down hard across my buttocks and let
it rest there for a few seconds before moving it around. “Don't say there's nothing to tell. I see
the way you look at her.” “But it's just a look.” SLAP! “Owwww!” “Do you want to touch her
the way you touch me?” “No, of course not!” “Liar” SLAPP!!! “Please, you're hurting me!”

“How does it feel to know a woman is beating you? Making you cry like a baby?
Hmmmm? Does it make you feel helpless, or does it make you feel like a real
(((CRACK!!!))) man!” “Ooooh, you're hurting me too much!!!

Every slap was getting stronger and my emotions were going berserk.

Harmony must have felt it getting bigger again because she questioned me about it.
“What is this, I am starting to feel on my leg? Is Pinocchio trying to tell me he is lying
to me again?” Crack! “Aw, did you forget the magic word? Too bad.” SLAP!!! “Now I
really want to know what you are thinking of in that little mind of yours. Speak-to-me!”

“I'm thinking about. . . I don't know what I'm thinking about!”

“You're lying to me.” “I'm not lying to you!” “Then what are you thinking about?”
“Nothing!” WHAPP!!! “This really hurts! It hurt's so bad!” “Then, you know what
you have to say.” “I won't!” Crack! “Now say it!” “No!” Crack!!! “I said say it!”
“Never!!!” Slap-slap-slap! These were almost tame in comparison to the others.
Nevertheless, my poor ass felt like it had been branded by a searing hot skillet!

                                               The Tyrannies - She's a queen

                                                                               Pg 201

Without delay, Harmony brought her free hand to where my face was on the couch.

She rolled her thumb around the contours of my lips before working it into my awaiting
mouth. This was followed by a slap that would have instantly numbed a man's face!
However, the slap was given to an area of my leg aligned right below the buttocks.
A region of the human body that is so sensitive to pain, I recoiled, for it was unendurable.

I cried out in agony, over an elegantly tapered thumb my tongue was
currently resting on, but she grabbed the back of my hair pulling it hard!

I-want my-thumb sucked!

You did it before and you did it real good.
Now do it again and with feeling, she said venomously,
as if she were somehow talking over her own teeth.

I could not see her face because of the position I was in, being across her knee and all,
but I was smart enough to know that if I didn't do exactly as I was told, the fantasy that
she was producing through love,
could ultimately become something entirely different.

I couldn't help but hesitate for that slap was still ringing out into my flesh and biting like the
teeth of a steel trap, straight down into my very bones! If you don't listen to every word
say to you, I am going to remove it from your mouth, and drive it so deep into your tender
little body, you will cry like an infant, and I can promise you, I won't take it out for an hour!

Wanna test me
That's better.

It was so well defined and exquisitely perfect for a female extremity that I took pleasure in doing
it. The same way I took pleasure in wrapping my tongue around hers or casually nibbling an ear.
Even licking in and about her belly button or up and down the soles of her feet. Nothing was
perverse in love and no act, too licentious. For other couples maybe, but not for us.

Not only was her external beauty encaptivating,
but her personality and wit, charming!

“That's it,” she said, “and when I get tired of you cleaning my thumb, I have four other
fingers that are in need of a good tongue cleaning as well!” I did as I was told, and could
hear her moaning and rubbing herself ever so passionately. I then took her hand by the
base of the palm and pulled her thumb from my mouth. . . It was then I spoke.

“I'm sorry I looked at Ursula; sometimes I watch her as she goes by.
She wiggles her butt at me, and I smile.”

Quickly, and instinctively Harmony turned my head toward hers and for a brief moment,
I saw that dire look in her eyes as the ball bounced to my side of the court. . .
It was there, I gave her a subtle wink!

“You little bitch!
“You're getting off on this!!!

(((Laughing and tickling me all over)))

“Well I'm not done interrogating you yet!”

She then moved her wet thumb around my lips saying things like,

“Catch it,
it's getting away.
Don't lose it or I'll do the unspeakable!”

I felt like a fish trying to bait its own hook!

Eventually, I got it. . .

Hooked into the side of my mouth was the alluring
thumb of the woman I would gladly die for.

“So, you like her ass now!”

“You like the way she wiggles it for you?”

“When I slap her across her face, it's going to sound a lot like...”



She must have had that hand on the ceiling because
when I tell you that I had no feeling in my ass for a week,
I mean, I had no-feeling in-my-ass for-a-week!
I can still feel it! “Honeyplease,” I cried out repeatedly!!!

                                                                               Pg 202

Reviews for Chapter 32

Fran Markowitz - Where can we meet?

Charles Pendelton - We can't

Patrick T. - The woman lying on the beach is not a salvador dali painting.
                       Its a Jim Warren painting

Charles Pendelton - Thank you friend, I will certainly make note of it!

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