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. 

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  1. oh my! I am all flustered now! what to say...oh yeah! 8 points Earthling! :)

    Marvin

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    1. And you are first, Sir. I tried to add Jerry and Martha, but it worked better to end the piece here.

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  2. "Tears and Beers" don't think I'd ever heard that expression before, but certainly knew exactly what you meant.

    TM

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    1. Yeah, the classic blue collar lament songs that people not from around here make fun of. Shoot, we even laugh about the worse ones.

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  3. the smell of a good man - hmmm

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  4. I bet we all let out our inner slut from time to time Christopher ...lol...
    I love the rhythm you have in your words pal...
    it just bounces along... much like Kari did lol
    I could feel the DJ in you come through Christopher..
    brilliant.. love it pal...

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  5. I always enjoy your Randy Dandy at the old fart radio. :)


    Michelle K

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    1. And I could see him making really obnoxious segue comments on songs like Tight Fitting Jeans. (If they are so tight fitting, let me help)

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  6. Very neat post! :)

    --Diana Jay

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    1. Oh, I already commented on this! :) Nice write! :)

      DJ

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  7. Who knew that the weird challenges for this week could bring out such erotic writes! This was sizzling! Nice job, AGE ... brilliant (like Trevor would say) wording too! :)

    -Leta

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  9. Loved it! Wasn't what I was expecting when I started reading but you grabbed the reader and pulled them in and hmmmm....went where you went with it and it was really good. Enjoyed. Demme :-)

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    1. Yeah. I wasn't really planning on going there, either. I just followed the flow.

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  10. This is tasteful in that it allowed the reader to see the action without reading each act required to "get there" . Well done but not quite where I was heading mentally with the GBE2 prompt, though very appropriate!

    :-)

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  11. you know a woman well :) and as far as inner slut? DANG why does a woman have to be lowered to this when experiencing sexual pleasure?? Clitoridectomy comes to mind..ahh stay away from governmental lawmakers but writers are ok :)

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    1. It is how they are socialized, sadly. Sex is scary and evil and to feel the pleasure is taboo.

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  12. I love the originality of this post.

    http://joycelansky.blogspot.com

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  13. Well you rolled this onto the air in breezy fashion. I could just vision driving 18 down the road and hearing the dj rattling this off
    Stormy

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    1. It was a fun write. I kind of thought how Kari would handle the end of a very long day.

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