Another facet...A pup and a pop Pt1 posted 9/22/2006 12:52:24 PM | 10 kudos what's this?     report abuse

lacyvsq

I know that I tell y’all a lot of personal stuff on here, but something was keeping me from telling about this. Something shifted…

My story starts just a couple weeks ago. It was Saturday night just before Labor Day. George and I had been to Radio Music Theater to see the new show. It is really worth seeing by the way. I’ve got to give these guys a plug whenever I can. They’ve been around Houston for a long time and once you see them you will know why. It’s a husband and wife team along with another guy. With a few wigs, glasses, hats, speech styles and gaits, the three of them play characters from the spectrum, mostly members of the Fertle family, with an occasional appearance by the Bushes, the local tele-evangelist, the long-time owner of the furniture store who “will save you money” and…I digress…

It was an early evening for George and me. He had a date with the glider port the next day and I had a need to be home. I got really comfortable once at home, putting on the flannel shorts and polo shirt that I picked up in the lingerie section at Q-Mart just before it went out of business. I wasn’t ready for bed yet though. I had a need to go out.

So, I was off to the supermarket on the corner. Well, I knew I wasn’t really dressed for it, but it was Saturday night in the big city. Who would be at the store that would give a rip about how I was dressed? When I arrived, I saw a woman standing out in front beside a box. In the box were three tiny little puppies. I smiled at her and went into the Groger to take care of my needs.

The bakery was my first stop. Yup, there was my chocolate pound cake. A can of pie cherries, some chocolate syrup, a container of chocolate whipped topping, a box of super tampons, a package of panty shields and a box of super sanitary napkins with wings – some months a woman just can’t have too much protection – and I was on my way to check out. As I made my way to the register, I passed the magazine rack and that is when I noticed HIM.

HE was reading an automobile mag – or at least he was holding it as a prop. I wish I could say he looked like Mel Gibson – those dimples make me weak in the knees just typing his name.—but he looked a lot more like a nerdy college professor, though if that’s what he really were, it would mean he taught at the community college as no one at the university would ever live this far away. He looked to be about eight years younger than I. He was not tall, maybe an inch or so above my 5’7”. He was by no means fat, but neither did he have the flat stomach – or nearly flat – by which I define attractive in men. He had very pale skin and seemed to be running his tongue over his teeth. He had on one blue sock and one black.

So what made me notice this guy? It was the raw lust in the look he gave me. The look said, “I’ve been away from women far too long.” It said, “You are looking mighty fine.” It said, “I want to phuck your brains out.” I could almost see him formulating the thought with the five letter “ph” word instead of the four-letter “f” word. The look said, “It must be horny season.”

Horny season! Frock! It had sneaked up on me without me realizing. I was going to spend the first third of it cramping, bloody, feeling like my innards were dropping out, wanting to bite off heads, mood swinging, gorging myself on sweet confections. Was this man mad? Did he not see all those goodies in my arms? Did he not realize I had just dashed up to the store for necessities in my pajamas? I flashed my best I-want-to-make-mad-passionate-love-with-you-too smile at him, and in that instant, I lusted after him as well. I wished I had put on decent clothing to go up to the store. I wished I wasn’t headed for the checkout with my arms full of feminine hygiene products and dessert fixings. I was suddenly embarrassed. I made my way to the cashier, quickly paid for my selections and headed out the door.

I stopped at the board where people posted their ads for used cars and free kittens. I looked back and saw that I was in full view of the magazine racks. I think he’d been staring at my ass. I wondered if he thought my cheeks were pinch-able. I looked through my purse and found a business card with a picture on it. Spiritual Healing by LACY VSQ it said. I hoped he would realize that there was nothing like a good frock to lift the spirits and make one feel well, healed. I felt a buzz of excitement at the prospect of spiritual healing myself. I posted it on the board, turned and winked at him.

The woman was still outside with the box of puppies. There were only two left. “Are you selling them?” I asked.

“No,” she said. “I am giving them away.”

“How big will they get?” I asked.

“Well, their mother is knee high and we have no idea about the father.”

“I’ll take him,” I decided, pointing at the little black one. He would go nicely with my furniture, especially my polished ebony piano.

“I don’t think it is a him,” she replied, examining the underside of the pup. “Nope, it is a her.”

“Well, then, I’ll take her.” A black bitch would still go better with my furniture than the remaining blonde puppy.

The woman advised me to purchase puppy chow to feed my new pet, so after depositing my previous purchases in the car, I headed back into the store. I decided that as the cake and cherries would probably not last more than the night, I should buy some cheese strudel for breakfast. I thought the pet food might be on the same aisle as the magazines, so I picked up a package of condoms, just in case that lusty man was still there. The ones in the drawer were more than likely expired anyway. I picked up another package. Well, two more. It was horny season and I was suddenly feeling optimistic…and horny…very horny.

continued -- gotta get some coffee and take care of some needs

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