Repurposed
Copyright© 2020 by Yob
Chapter 11: (but not the finish) DIDDLING DILLON
“Really like this story looking forward to see where its going.” is the comment.
Some folks turn a new book to the final pages and read the conclusion before starting at the beginning. Can’t argue with human nature. I mean, you could, but to what purpose? Futility? An interesting word in itself. Is it a contraction of fuck utility? Anyway, for those impatient souls who can’t bear suspense, here is the final chapter in advance of the rest of the story, but I haven’t allowed it to be a spoiler, I hope. The story isn’t ruined by reading this conclusion. I have saved a few surprises to dispense over time and inside chapters not yet written. Easter eggs can be re-purposed into deviled easter eggs. Devilish of me, you think?
EYES ONLY
SECRETLY REPURPOSED THE EXPOSE
by Yob
This is a secret and hopefully perpetually private memoir.
Detailed accounts of true life episodes and the actual relationships explained without reservation, obfuscation, or inhibitions, are for the enjoyment and reminisces of the principle original participants eyes only.
“Shall we try again to watch ‘Old Yeller’ all the way through?”
“I know you too well, Dillon. The only way I’ll ever see ‘Old Yeller’ completely through from start to finish, unmolested, is if I outlive you. Little chance of that, you’re too full of vibrant juices.”
“Who molested who? Shall I remind you? Again?”
“Who could stop you, again, and again, and again ad infinitum”
“Well, shall we try again to watch ‘Old Yeller’ all the way through to the end, to celebrate my birthday, or don’t you love me anymore?”
“Don’t whine you big baby. Come here.”
“Am I still your baby?”
“As long as the sun sets and rises and you continually fish for compliments, you’ll remain my baby. The only one I’ll ever have.”
“That last bit was unkind and unfair, Ricky. It’s not either of our faults I never got pregnant, it just wasn’t meant to be.”
“I wasn’t blaming you, sweetness.”
“Better not. Put your hand on your knee palm up.”
“I know the drill.“
“The ‘Drill’ includes me having to tell you to do it, just like the first time. Do I have to threaten you, like the first time?”
“Isn’t that also part of the drill? Comfortable, Dillon?”
“You can start diddling your Dillon now. Kiss me like I’m something you never expected to have!”
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