Thursday, March 14, 2013
After The Sale (Blogophilia 3.6)
“Hey, Heidy and Howdy, It’s your randy, dandy late night DJ, Harry Handy spinning the tunes you want here on W.O.F.T., Old Farts radio, keeping all of us in the Geritol set soothed with the music of our youth. It’s Grand Ol’ Opry night here at the Fart. All the crying and driving songs you’ll ever want to hear. That was Ol’ George Jones with ‘He Stopped Loving Her Today’. Next up: Conway Twitty, with ‘I’d Love to Lay You Down…”
Yay, Tears in Beer Country on the radio. Best way to wrap this day up. And it had been a successful day, too. A parade of ladies in sundresses and shifts linked with their bored boyfriends, who only purchased the pretty stuff to keep the peace. She sure didn’t mind. Once is not enough, Ladies. Keep it coming. The take was probably six or seven hundred dollars for the day. Bills were going to get paid this week. Woo Hoo! And it was going to be a busy couple of weeks rebuilding for the Chattanooga show, for sure.
“…I’ll come out and say it now. I’d love to lay you down…”
“Mmm… somebody to lay me down. Yeah.” The joint had been traded for some rhinestone studs that Kari had been holding for a year. It went well with the bottle of Riesling she had stashed in the VW’s fridge for breaking down the tent. Smooth and slightly bitter, she hadn’t had any this good in a long time. It even made the wet trash in the park smell like a good man. Shoot, she’d take the girl with the snake tattoo. She looked and smelled yummy. Gently stoking along her lap, she felt the familiar thrill.
“…lay you down and whisper the pretty things a lady loves to hear…”
It didn’t take long. It never does when all you have is yourself. The tension built quickly as she imagined the girl’s raven hair scattered along her breasts. Her hips rose and fell and then stopped. She glanced at the mirror wondering if other old maids let their inner slut out? A seed had landed in the pit of her philtrum and she wished the girl was there to kiss it off. Shuddering, she became aware she was hungry. She looked at the clock on the phone. It said 1:45. Looks like the greasy diner tonight.