stood up threateningly. “I’ll get the strap,” she shrieked. Monina pouted, her eyes glaring at her mother.
“All right,” she conceded at last. She trailed reluctantly to the door, and then turned about and pronounced anathema. “Mommie-diggie, mommie-diggie.”
“I’ll get the strap!”
And Monina disappeared.
Guinevere groaned. “Oh, that kid’ll drive me crazy.” Eyes closed, she laughed, her belly shaking in jollity. “Oh, murder.” After a moment she stirred herself and began to pick the pieces off the floor. She was less than a yard away from me, and knelt in such a position that it was impossible not to stare at her breasts. Chuckling, she seemed in excellent humor. “That kid,” she murmured.
She looked up, and a broad coarse grin formed upon her mouth. “Well, Lovett, here we are alone,” she jeered.
“Yes, I got what I wanted,” I drawled.
“Oh, you.” She dropped the pieces in the ashtray by my side, and went back to her chair. This time she sprawled with her legs akimbo, her hands kneading her breasts. “Mmmmm,” she purred. Slowly she massaged her bare shoulders against the print of the seat cover in a slow luxurious motion from side to side. “You ever rub your back against velvet?” she asked.
“Don’t think so.” My voice was husky.
“Oh, I love it. Mmm,” she purred again. “Boy, I wish this was velvet. This is just cotton, scratches a little.” She yawned pleasurably. “You know I’ll tell you something, I don’t know why I’m telling you, I never told anyone else, but when I’m alone, I love to take off my clothes and lie in velvet.”
Was this a secret vice, or something she had invented on the spur of the situation? “Interesting,” I murmured. I was hardly concerned with what I said.
“Oh, the times I’ve had,” she told me. “Brutal!”
I stood up and walked toward her. She tasted my kiss for a few seconds, and then pushed me back, and hummed a breathy, “Whew.” She smiled. “That was nice.”
I reached out for her, and she caught my arm. “Aw, now hold on.”
But like the bull who has passed the pic, and felt the flank of the horse collapsed by his horn, I must gore and gore, reach out and pin to earth. My hands clutched various parts of her body. “Whew,” she said again, and pushed me away competently, standing up from the chair in the same motion.
We stood face to face, my arms about her. “What the hell is it I got?” she demanded in pleasurable anger. “Boy, you guys can’t leave me alone.”
“No,” I mumbled.
She sighed and walked away. “I tell you I’ve had all kinds of men, and there hasn’t been one of them who didn’t fall in love with me. Just must be something chemical I got.” She turned around and examined me. “You know, Lovett, you’re nota bad-looking guy. I could go for you, but I’m not fooling around any more. I don’t know why, it isn’t my husband, but I play it close to the vest.” Her voice exuded satisfaction. “Now you and me could get together, but what profit is there in it for me? You tell me.”
“Oh, the hell with that.” I reached forward and kissed her once again. She closed her eyes indolently and moved her mouth against mine as if she were eating candy.
“What Mommie done, what Mommie done.” Monina stood in the doorway and pointed an accusing finger.
To my surprise Guinevere taunted the child. “What Mommie done,” she mimicked. “I’ll get the strap! Go to bed.”
“Mommie bad, mommie-diggie.” It was impossible to know what the child felt. She quivered, and hot furious tears stood in her eyes. Yet suddenly she coquetted at me. “Kiss Monina, too,” she demanded.
Guinevere patted her bottom. “Go to bed, or I’ll get the strap,” she shrieked automatically. And once again, reluctantly, the child withdrew.
“See what you’ve done,” Guinevere grumbled. “That kid’ll have something on me now. Wait, she’ll let me know about it.”
“I’m sorry,” I
“All right,” she conceded at last. She trailed reluctantly to the door, and then turned about and pronounced anathema. “Mommie-diggie, mommie-diggie.”
“I’ll get the strap!”
And Monina disappeared.
Guinevere groaned. “Oh, that kid’ll drive me crazy.” Eyes closed, she laughed, her belly shaking in jollity. “Oh, murder.” After a moment she stirred herself and began to pick the pieces off the floor. She was less than a yard away from me, and knelt in such a position that it was impossible not to stare at her breasts. Chuckling, she seemed in excellent humor. “That kid,” she murmured.
She looked up, and a broad coarse grin formed upon her mouth. “Well, Lovett, here we are alone,” she jeered.
“Yes, I got what I wanted,” I drawled.
“Oh, you.” She dropped the pieces in the ashtray by my side, and went back to her chair. This time she sprawled with her legs akimbo, her hands kneading her breasts. “Mmmmm,” she purred. Slowly she massaged her bare shoulders against the print of the seat cover in a slow luxurious motion from side to side. “You ever rub your back against velvet?” she asked.
“Don’t think so.” My voice was husky.
“Oh, I love it. Mmm,” she purred again. “Boy, I wish this was velvet. This is just cotton, scratches a little.” She yawned pleasurably. “You know I’ll tell you something, I don’t know why I’m telling you, I never told anyone else, but when I’m alone, I love to take off my clothes and lie in velvet.”
Was this a secret vice, or something she had invented on the spur of the situation? “Interesting,” I murmured. I was hardly concerned with what I said.
“Oh, the times I’ve had,” she told me. “Brutal!”
I stood up and walked toward her. She tasted my kiss for a few seconds, and then pushed me back, and hummed a breathy, “Whew.” She smiled. “That was nice.”
I reached out for her, and she caught my arm. “Aw, now hold on.”
But like the bull who has passed the pic, and felt the flank of the horse collapsed by his horn, I must gore and gore, reach out and pin to earth. My hands clutched various parts of her body. “Whew,” she said again, and pushed me away competently, standing up from the chair in the same motion.
We stood face to face, my arms about her. “What the hell is it I got?” she demanded in pleasurable anger. “Boy, you guys can’t leave me alone.”
“No,” I mumbled.
She sighed and walked away. “I tell you I’ve had all kinds of men, and there hasn’t been one of them who didn’t fall in love with me. Just must be something chemical I got.” She turned around and examined me. “You know, Lovett, you’re nota bad-looking guy. I could go for you, but I’m not fooling around any more. I don’t know why, it isn’t my husband, but I play it close to the vest.” Her voice exuded satisfaction. “Now you and me could get together, but what profit is there in it for me? You tell me.”
“Oh, the hell with that.” I reached forward and kissed her once again. She closed her eyes indolently and moved her mouth against mine as if she were eating candy.
“What Mommie done, what Mommie done.” Monina stood in the doorway and pointed an accusing finger.
To my surprise Guinevere taunted the child. “What Mommie done,” she mimicked. “I’ll get the strap! Go to bed.”
“Mommie bad, mommie-diggie.” It was impossible to know what the child felt. She quivered, and hot furious tears stood in her eyes. Yet suddenly she coquetted at me. “Kiss Monina, too,” she demanded.
Guinevere patted her bottom. “Go to bed, or I’ll get the strap,” she shrieked automatically. And once again, reluctantly, the child withdrew.
“See what you’ve done,” Guinevere grumbled. “That kid’ll have something on me now. Wait, she’ll let me know about it.”
“I’m sorry,” I
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