Lovely Summer Smoke Deluged by Edward Drobinski - HTML preview

Chapter 11

In the stone (some say stoned, a derivation from Western Sumatra ca. 1927) garden, Kale sat with Posie under a round-headed, leafy sycamore. Having been around the rock a half hour prior they were flagging and were looking for that special something, as the day was still quite young. Kale said; “Let me try reading to you from my book,” and she nodded.

KALE GOT A THRILL, WHEN SITTING ALONE EATING IN THE

CAFETERIA STYLED RESTAURANT, THREE WOMEN, WHO WERE THE COOKS, BROUGHT THEIR TRAYS TO THE TABLE NEXT TO HIS AND SAT FACING HIM.

ONE HAD MEDIUM LENGTH FRIZZY BLACK HAIR AND LOOKED ABOUT FORTY.

SHE WAS BOTH DARK AND LIGHT COMPLEXIONED, A JAMAICAN DUGLA GIRL.

ONE HAD METICULOUS LONG BLOND HAIR AND WAS A LITTLE YOUNGER.

THE THIRD LOOKED ABOUT SIXTY WITH MEDIUM LENGTH, PINNED BACK

BLACK HAIR. WHAT THEY HAD IN COMMON WAS THAT THEY PAID NO

ATTENTION TO HIM, SAT WITH LEGS SLIGHTLY PARTED AND DIDN’T SEEM

TO BE WEARING ANY UNDERWEAR. HE DID HIS BEST NOT TO BE OBVIOUS, BUT WAS COMPELLED TO SOLVE THE PANTY MYSTERY WITH PROLONGED

OBSERVATION. AFTER DETERMINING THAT TODAY WAS A LAUNDRY DAY, HE

CONTINUED HIS GAZE AND HIS PANTS GOT TIGHTER. THIS WAS TOO GOOD

TO BE TRUE.

“THEY MUST KNOW WHAT THEY’RE DOING,” HE THOUGHT. HE TRIED

TO CATCH AN EYE AND WHEN HE DID HE WOULD LICK HIS LIPS AND THE

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EYE WOULD TURN AWAY. THOUGH HE DESPERATELY WANTED TO, HE

COULDN’T GET UP THE NERVE TO APPROACH THREE OLDER WOMEN; ONE

YOUNG ONE WAS DIFFICULT ENOUGH.

THE SAME THING WENT ON FOR DAYS. KALE WAS CONTINUALLY

AROUSED AND THOUGHT THAT THIS WAS NO ACCIDENT. WHY DIDN’T ONE

OF THEM AT LEAST LOOK HIS WAY? WAS EVERY DAY LAUNDRY DAY? WHY

DID THEY ALWAYS SIT WHERE HE HAD THE VIEW OF PARADISE? DON’T

THEY EVER CROSS THEIR LEGS? HE WISHED THAT HE COULD MEET ALL

THREE OF THEM, ONE AFTER THE OTHER.

ONE DAY THE FRIZZY BLACK HAIRED WOMAN SHOWED UP ALONE AND

TOOK HER CUSTOMARY SEAT. HAVING NO ONE TO TALK TO, SHE PUT A BOOK IN FRONT OF HER FACE; “THE CATCHER IN THE RYE,” AND SAT

WITH HER LEGS AS WIDELY OPEN AS NATURE WOULD ALLOW. KALE LOOKED

AT HER BROWN UNADORNED SKIN AND CENTERED ON ONE SPOT. THE HAIR

SEEMED TO COVER THE ENTIRE REGION AND WAS STICKING UP AS IF IT

HAD JUST BEEN BACK COMBED. HE COULDN’T STAND IT. HE KEPT

TRYING TO CATCH HER EYE, BUT BOTH REMAINED BEHIND HER BOOK. HE

FANTASIZED. AFTER TWENTY MINUTES PASSED, HE REALIZED THAT SHE

MIGHT LEAVE ANY TIME AND THAT HE MAY NEVER AGAIN GET THE

OPPORTUNITY, SO HE PICKED UP HIS TRAY AND WALKED BY HER, DROPPING HIS SPOON NEAR HER FEET. AS HE BENT DOWN TO RETRIEVE

IT, HE WHISPERED; “I SEE THAT YOU’VE PREPARED MORE GOODIES FOR

ME TODAY.”

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SHE TOOK HER EYES OFF THE BOOK AND PUT IT ON THE TABLE, KALE AFRAID THAT SHE WOULD YELL OUT SOMETHING. SHE SPOKE IN A LOW TONE AND SAID; “WHAT TOOK YOU SO LONG?” KALE HEARD THE

SWEET PATOIS AND LEARNED THAT SHE AND HER FRIENDS LOVED

PROVIDING MUNCHIES.

KALE LEARNED WHERE FRIZZY LIVED AND WAS INVITED TO VISIT, WHERE HE WAS TAUGHT THE FINER POINTS (OR BUTTONS) OF THE ARTS.

HE LIKED THE TASTE, AROMA AND TEXTURE OF HER LONG CURLY HAIR SO

MUCH, THAT HE BECAME A FREQUENT GUEST, EVENTUALLY MEETING THE

OTHER TWO.

THE THREE CONTINUED THEIR LUNCHTIME GAME, THOUGH NOW ALL

SMILING, AS HE FOCUSED ON THE BEAUTIES. HE NEVER JOINED THEM AT

THEIR TABLE, NOT WANTING TO CALL ATTENTION TO HIS “FRIENDSHIP”

WITH THEM, BUT ALSO BECAUSE HE LIKED THE VIEW FROM HIS CURRENT

SEAT.

Posie’s voice broke his reverie; “It’s been more than an hour. Are you going to do this all day?”

“Um hmmm.”

“Well, okay, but I have to take a break.”

“I can save you the trip.”

Posie always had mixed feelings about the procedure; at times it excited her to do what seemed to be a heightened kick and other times she thought there was something wrong about it.

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Today she decided to oblige him, saying; “All right. If you really want it.”

“I want to taste all of you,” and he did.

THE DOOR OPENED AND IN WALKED, VIRGINIA LEE, WANDA AND

CAROLINE, EACH HOLDING UP THEIR FABRIC WITH TWO HANDS, LEGS

SPREAD SLIGHTLY, SHOWING THEIR DUSKY, PUCKERED, PETULANT, PREVAILING PRIZES. ASTONISHED, KALE BROKE FROM HIS BEVERAGE AND

OGLED THEM. POSIE GOT UP AND RAN TO THE BATHROOM. IN A SOUTHERN DRAWL, VIRGINIA LEE SAID; “NO NEED TO GO, BABY. WE CAN

WAIT UNTIL YOU’RE DONE, OR WE CAN MAKE IT A FOUR ON ONE.” THE

THREE NEWCOMERS UNBUTTONED THEIR OBSTACLES, DROPPED THEM TO THE

FLOOR AND STOOD NEAR KALE, MASSAGING THEMSELVES AND SMILING AT

HIM.

KALE BEGGED FOR THE SWEET WINE. HE WAS REWARDED THREE TIMES

AND SHOWED HIS APPRECIATION BY WORSHIPPING THE DARK CHOCOLATE

CHALICES.

Posie played piccolo perfectly. While pleased, Kale popped primal projections.

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