Timepiece
Copyright© 2015 by Old Man with a Pen
Chapter 32
“So,” I said, “Whose idea was this?”
We were in the afterglow and pausing between cuddles, hugs and soft kisses. Wendy pointed at Annabelle at the same time Annabelle pointed at Wendy. They both blushed.
“We wondered what it would be like ... sharing,” Wendy said.
“I’ve had a dream ever since you rescued me in Mexico,” said Annabelle.
“Did the reality fulfill expectations?” I asked.
“Well ... no.”
One would expect twins to answer identically ... but not a woman born in Texas and another born in Finland. They were about as opposite as beans and corn, yet together they make a nourishing meal.
I’ll never understand women.
That’s a given. Men soon learn that we’re two separate species dragged together by lust. Aliens stuck together by necessity.
“No?”
“No ... you were lazy!” said Annabelle. “I was expecting sky bursts and lightning ... all I got were slow creeping surprise the fuck outta me lengthy climaxes.”
“Gee,” said Wendy to Annabelle, “You musta been in bed with somebody else.” Wendy chuckled, “You certainly weren’t with David.”
“Ah,” replied Annabelle, “You love him ... I needed an itch scratched.”
“I’m right here,” I complained.
They had gotten what they wanted though, and, like always, I wasn’t there ... I mean I was ... but...
Ever been left out of a conversation?
Then you know. Might as well not be there ... but don’t try to wander off. They WANT you to hear it.
So I sat and listened to my faults, short comings, quirks and foibles expounded upon in technicolor and black and white.
Think of the worst thing your significant other has ever said about you ... yup ... that too.
Since we get bored easily, every Saturday we dress in our grungies, load up in the old pickup and head out ... newspaper in hand.
Saturdays we Garage Sale.
The sign said “Giant Garage / Estate / Moving sale. Follow the Signs.”
“It must be a popular sale,” Annabelle said. “Look at all the cars coming back.”
Ten or so miles later the next “Informational” sign said, “Don’t give up now. You’re half way there.”
It was at a wide spot in the road and it was easy to see that most people turned around and headed back to town.
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