1973


It was Friday, February 9th, and the snow had begun to fall towards 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 that of 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 up,
I immediately began peeing. As the steady flow of liquid made its way into the bowl, I
began to think silently, "in three short 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 hung perfectly in a row. 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 streets
and walkways 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 is to watch the snow fall.

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.



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 worn-down house. Inside
people were playing cards in a seedy environment that reeked of old beer. The floors
were filthy and the tables were even worse!

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Outside two men were kicking another man to death. "Best if you drink," said the squirrely
bartender caressing a five O'clock shadow. "People's here don't trust a man who dudn't
drink. Sign of bad character. Sign of a weak person." I looked around and found these
people to be eyeing each other, like they were all looking for a reason to fight. I then began
to think that this whole damn town belonged in jail. "This bottle hits the floor 'N yur a dead
man." With those words, he slid the bottle down the bar hard 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.

Suddenly, 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 said in no uncertain words. "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.

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. 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 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!

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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!

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 continually 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 t'se 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!!!" 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 apologize 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 soul. 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 repeatedly! That was all I could remember.

When I awoke and looked out my window, I saw a sheet of pure virgin snow covering the
street. Almost 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 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 smiling. For some reason, I just
seemed to stand there. "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 is 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?

I was let off near the New Dorp 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 removed the 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.

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"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 silently 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. That terrible lust that occurs
at the worst possible time to overpower my senses. 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 school, the sky had turned a brighter
shade of pink and my mind slowly began to focus on current events.

While I was trudging around in school, my angel was keeping the home fires burning.



Soon we were in school, where the sound of squeaky boots on new waxed floors seemed to
override everything else. The furnace in the basement was continually being fed huge shovelful's
of coal 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 would watch as it fell by the 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 little 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 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.

"Hey," she said with bloodshot eyes in a tired sounding way, "you're back from school
early today." "Yeah, they let us go." 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. She 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 that 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 and
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
to be her face. 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 down, I took her left hand and 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, my sweet love.
The way I was feeling inside my very soul. The way you
were making me feel, 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 falling pretty heavy when I said, I better go outside and shovel.
"I'll come with you!" I shoveled her walkway, her driveway and her 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 partly due to the fact that it was like fine powder.

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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 would 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!



With two red faces burning, I put my hands to 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.

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.



Marigot Bay by Arabesque is the other. This one is not as powerful 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.

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, I put some on one and bit
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 honey
made sobrebarriga from the most succulent of skirt steaks, only because the flank steaks were
gone. It couldn't have tasted any better had it been prepared by the world's 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 really 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!

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"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 it and had a quizzical expression on her face.
"Remember, the key?" "Oh my God, are you still thinking about that?" I began to
feel terribly embarrassed, and so I turned my eyes away from Harmony, to the wall,
where I felt equally ashamed. She smiled as she reached across the table. With both
hands clasped firmly 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. "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 immediately changed into
someone else, and I wasn't quite sure what had 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 very harsh tone in her voice. The seriousness of it implied danger,
and I started to become worried. She 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 and another followed. It was like nothing I thought it would be. There was so much
stinging in each slap that I couldn't hold in my tears. "Don't cry my love, we're just role
playing. If you stop now you'll never be able to go back. Are you sure that's what
you want to do?" "I'm not sure (((very long pause))) Okay, I'm ready."

The thought of her stopping was so confusing to my senses that it became almost unfathomable,
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, yet I was hurting too!

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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 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 once 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 thing to get out of hand. To a point where I ceased to 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 jaw. 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 look up to, 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! Because
I didn't want it to start going off prematurely, I was afraid even to touch it. It was that sensitive.
Like a teacher disciplining an unruly student, I was pulled to my feet by my ear! Harmony then
proceeded to unbuckle my pants by allowing them to fall to the floor. Next she pulled my
underwear down, letting them fall to 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 quite easily be broken if she twisted
it the wrong way. She looked at me like a robotic machine, and it really wounded me inside that
she could turn her love on and off for me like that. As Harmony brought her face closer to my
throbbing organ, my heart felt like it was going to explode! Until at last, she was but a breath away.

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In a provokingly outward manner, Harmony opened her mouth and began to come even
closer. About halfway in she stopped, when it gently 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 slowly 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 nearly reacted!

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

Please-please, I screamed in desperation, I can't hold it anymore!!!

My poor penis felt like it was going to bust out of its thin sausage casing. So intense was
this throbbing pain, that I kept thinking it was going to burst 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 almost came off!

"Yeowwwwwww!!!" I screamed out in pain, but as I looked at it,
I was amazed to find it going down. "How?" She 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. I was screwed to high heaven
because Harmony really liked it. She loved to hold it and play with it. 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
pulled from it's cold still broth with a light green cocktail toothpick!

I simply could not fathom what just transpired.

I screamed out in pain, but as I looked at it, I was amazed to find it going down. "How?"
She looked at me, and I immediately withdrew into hiding.She 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 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 killing 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,
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 little ass
felt like it was being branded by a searing hot skillet!!!

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Immediately, 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 mouth.
This was followed by a slap that would have instantly numbed a man's face! I cried
out in pain, 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 quite easily 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 to my very bones! "If you don't listen to every word
I say, I am going to drive it so deep into your tender little body, you will cry like an infant,
and I 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 gently 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 she said and could
hear her moaning and rubbing herself ever so gently. I then took her hand by the base
of the palm and slowly 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, "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. . .

"So, you like her ass now!"
Whack!!!

"You like the way she wiggles it for you?"
WHAPP!!!!!!

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



SLAP!!!!!!!!!

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!!!

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PG 189) Dream it away by Salvador Dalí

PG 190) Leg-o'-mutton sleeves

PG 191) Winegard tv antenna

PG 192) Tunel amor by Michael Pucciarelli @ http://www.poochisland.com/thrill_rides1.htm

PG 192) Lust is like a flame by TheInfinityLoop

PG 193) Christmas Snow by Margarita Sheshukova

PG 194) Mobil gas winter advertisement (circa 1940's)

PG 194) Vintage Santa from deviantART

PG 195) Legends of the sea Vol. 1 by Iñaki Gonzalez Ormaetxea

PG 196) Fires of the Colossus by Frank Granados

PG 197) Handprint

PG 198) Live by hand by David Ho