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Trouble With a Battery - part 2
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"how can you see?"
"what?"
"how can you see? you don't open your eyes. you keep your eyes in little slits. why?"
it was a fair question. I took a good pull at the French wine.
"I don't know. maybe I'm afraid. afraid of everything. I mean, people, buildings, things, everything. mainly people."
"I'm afraid too," she said.
"but your eyes are open. I like your eyes."
she was hitting the wine. hard. I knew those Mexican-Americans. I was wasiting for her to get nasty.
then there was a rapping on the door that damn near shitted me out. it was flung open, viciously, American-style, and there was the bartender - big red brutal banal bastard.
"ain't you through with that son of a bitch yet?"
"I think he wants some more," she said.
"do you?" asked Mr. Banal.
"I think so," I said.
his eyes eagled over to the money on the dresser and he slammed the door. a money society. they thought it was magic.
"that was my husband, sort of," she said.
"I don't think I want to go again," I said.
"why not?"
"first, I'm 48. second, it's kind of like fucking in the waiting room of a bus station."
she laughed. "I'm what you guys call a 'whore.' I must fuck 8 or ten guys a week, at least."
"that sure doesn't help my cause."
"it helps mine."
"yeh."
we passed the bottle back and forth.
"you like to fuck women?
"that's why I'm here."
"how about men?"
"I don't fuck men."
she pulled at the bottle. she must have taken a good one-quarter of it.
"maybe you'd like it in the ass? maybe you'd like a man to fuck you in the ass?"
"you're talking crazy now."
she looked straight ahead. there was a little silver Christ on the further wall. she kept looking at the little silver Christ on his cross. he was very pretty.
"maybe you've been hiding it. maybe you want somebody to fuck you in the ass."
"o.k., have it your way - maybe that's what I really want."
I got the corkscrew and pulled out the top of a new French wine, meanwhile getting a bunch of cork and shit into the wine as I always did. only a waiter in the movies could open a French wine without that trouble.
I took the first good gulp. cork and all. I handed her the bottle. her leg had dropped away. she had a fish-like look on her face. she took a good swallow.
I took the wine back from her. the little splints of cork didn't seem to know where to go in the bottle. I got rid of some of them.
"you want me to fuck you in the ass?" she asked.
"WHAT?"
"I can DO it!"
she got out of bed and went to the top drawer of the dresser and strapped this belt around her waist and then faced me - and there, looking at me, was this BIG celluloid cock.
"ten inches!" she laughed, pushing out her belly jutting the thing toward me, "and it never gets soft and it never wears out!"
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