The Arrival of Four Uniformed Observers
reduced to a misdemeanor- used to live in her apartment building
- a tsunami of bitchery
- we used to be friends a long time ago
- floors scrubbed, walls painted
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The arrival of four uniformed observers in my bedchamber inhibited my ability to perform with Yesterday. My libido, which had been in major felony territory, was reduced to a misdemeanor.
Yesterday tried to keep things going, but soon she had to stop pretending that I hadn’t wilted. She told me about a man who used to live in her apartment building whose love life was the main subject of gossip among the other tenants. She described in vivid detail the voluptuous visitors who circulated through his rooms. “One day he had a scheduling mishap and three of them arrived at the same moment, triggering a tsunami of bitchery like I had never witnessed. And, one of the women was familiar to me. We used to be friends a long time ago, and then there she was on my neighbor’s doorstep.”
Her sultry storytelling helped take my mind off the excess personages in the room, but I was going to need more help before I could get her pregnant. She could tell, so she elaborated.
“I was a visitor for my neighbor, once. I had to see what it was like in there. I’m not sure what I had expected, but I was surprised to find the floors scrubbed, walls painted a shrill green like a poison frog. I want you to understand, I didn’t throw myself at him. No, I insisted that he charm me, even made him dance for me.” Her grip on me tightened. “I like a man who can dance.”
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