“Sensory Equivalent”

A “Becoming” Excerpt

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....Gina’s warm breath was on his face, and Gina’s mouth was on his mouth…

Tongue!

He felt the tip of Gina’s tongue push against his lips and, Green teeth! he clenched his mouth tightly.

“Mmmm, Mitchie, baby, ain’t you never Frenched before?”

Actually, no, and though her breath kind’a tickled and kind’a felt nice, his mouth remained closed against “green teeth contamination.”

“Mmmm, so bashful,” she whispered onto his mouth as, reaching downward, caressing the bulge of his penis…

                                   CAREFUL! Vividly erotic scene here!

Chicago, Illinois

June 18, 1949

“Sensory Equivalent” Careful, “R” rated

His mouth loosened slightly and the tip of her tongue went just a bit deeper than it had a moment ago, and…

Obviously used to working backhanded, especially with a boy’s fly. His belt unbuckled, Mitchell felt the release of the waistband of his pants as the metal button was popped from its hole, and…

Gina’s tongue moved another centimeter inward.

Another button and, reaching beneath the elastic band of his shorts, her hand encircling him; stretching upward, Gina’s cold touch on Mitchell’s warm penis all but, ‘Oh, God’! caused him to leave the ground.

So warm! So hard! she thought and wanting to know how it felt, rubbing her thumb over the glans, Gina further marveled, So smooth!

No one had ever touched him there except himself, and, he supposed, his mother when he was a baby. But in a situation such as this the touch of his mother when he was a baby sure as hell didn’t count and, “Ummmm!” within the first infinitesimal second of feeling Gina’s hand wrap around his penis—What green teeth?—His mouth opened and their tongues found each other’s and leaving the indentation of her navel within the flat hardness of her stomach—floating in a fog of red passion and ‘Dago-Red’, for Mitchell Lipensky the eroticism in this pitch-black room was…? Dream-like. So—I’m ‘really’ going to touch a girl’s cunt! he thought on one hand. However on the other hand Mitchell simply could not believe that this was ‘truly’ happening, that… I’m really going to touch a girl’s cunt! ‘Now’! Slipping his hand downward, his fingers touching the soft/hard protrusion of her mound… He has pubic hair, but he’d never considered that girls might have hair there, too, and when he touched Gina’s coarse, surprisingly abundant mat of pubic hair, “Ummmm!” his penis jerked in his hand.

Feeling the spasm, Gina rubbed her thumb over the urethra, making the glans slippery with the minute droplet of semen that had seeped through, as, arching her hips, she turned her body to the side so that Mitchell might reach her easier.

Extending his hand, and still having no idea what he was about to find, touching Gina’s labia, the fleshy lips felt as one and thinking, This is it? The remembrance of the thought, ‘Girls got nothing’ came to mind and, not readily finding the chasm, rubbing the ridges of flesh between his fingers…

“You ain’t never touched a girl ‘here’ before, have you?” Reaching beneath his hand, spreading her vaginal lips and guiding his index finger, “Yeah, baby!” Gina’s lips brushed his. “That’s how ya do it.”

On a vaporous cloud of discovery, having no idea of what he was touching, Girls do got something! Mitchell felt as though his entire psyche was contained within the tip of his index finger and within Gina’s slick wetness. And as he, with Gina’s guidance, caressed the soft and the hard, the rough and the smooth, he was unaware that Gina was using him to masturbate, and that something he was totally unaware even existed, or that he was inadvertently fondling—her clitoris—was the female sensory equivalent of his penis.

“Mitchie,” whispering in his ear, taking her hand from beneath his underpants and both their hands from beneath her underpants, “get undressed.”

Oh, yeah!

Obediently, Mitchell kicked his shoes off, stepped out of his Levi’s and underpants, and pulled his shirt over his head.

As Gina bent to lower her skirt and underpants, he felt her hair brush his chest…

Suddenly they were in each others arms and for the first time in his life Mitchell felt the wonderful warmth of a…

Mitchell felt the warmth of Gina’s completely naked body against his completely naked body and, once again, ‘now’ was so totally surreal that he had to remind himself: I’m ‘really’ here! ‘Now’! Naked, with a girl! A real live naked girl!

He touched the outside of her thighs, then, bringing his hands upward felt the contour of her slight hips and, Oh, God! the firm softness of the outer sides of Gina’s compressed breasts.

‘Tits’!

I’m touching ‘real’ tits! Cupping Gina’s breasts in the palms of his hands, feeling their soft, warm weight, he squeezed the now-hard protrusions of her quarter-sized nipples between his fingers—that due to size and color were normally barely discernible, but when excited hardened and became tuberous to such an extent that the areola became all nipple and, as nerve lines run from nipple to uterus, as blood had engorged the erectile tissue of Gina’s nipples, so then did blood engorge the erectile tissue of Gina’s clitoris, and—Holding her breasts, kneading her nipples, Mitchell instinctively, erotically, moved his lower body hard against hers, as…

Tightening her arms, Gina drew him to her, as…

Penetrating the juncture of her thighs, he felt the moist heat of Gina’s vulva and, barely able to contain himself, Mitchell ground his pelvis inward, as…

Feeling him there. Sensing his urgency and—from numerous past experience— very well knowing how fast it could end and not wanting it to end, now, this way. “Baby,” she said, pushing him backward, “let’s lay down.”

Yeah! Lay down’s good! Back-stepping, he felt the edge of the mattress behind his knees and, as she was still moving against him, he fell onto the bed…

“Scoot up, baby.”

‘Scoot up’, yeah! He did, and…

She’s there. Caressing his penis. Kissing him, her tongue… hell, her welcomed tongue was into his mouth and, lying face to face, his tongue was then into her mouth and not having to be shown the way this time, after but a moment or two of searching, his finger, parting the way, found its way deeply into her vagina…

Kissing. Touching. Fondling…

Breaking the long, saliva-exchanged kiss, lowering his head, finding a nipple, he sucked the hard cone of excited flesh into his mouth and, as if looking for mother’s milk, drew hard, bringing the coarse nipple, along with most of the soft flesh of Gina’s breast deeply within…

Coming up for air, thinking Oh, my god! “Gina,” he said, “you taste so good!”

Having trained herself. Never far from orgasm, this boy’s strange-feeling penis and his words further warming her, rotating her hips, taking his hand and positioning his hand where she wanted it. “Yeah,” she said, “that’s where it’s at!” Ambidextrously holding his hand with one hand and his penis with the other, tightening her vaginal muscle, moving her pelvis in syncopation with all three hands…

Gina was doing to him what he’d done to himself hundreds of times. Only now the sensation of her hand holding ‘him’ along with the knowledge and feel of his finger deeply into her warm wetness caused an erotic sensation such as he’d never dreamt and, “Mmmm!” he moaned, “Oh, God, Gina!”

Fully aware of the pleasure she knew that she was giving to this handsome, though— truly surprised at this— wholly inexperienced young man. “ ‘Yeah’!” Gina was carried to yet another orgasm. But ‘always’ ready for another, her one hand still holding his hand. Her other hand still holding ‘him’, turning fully onto her back. Unconcerned about pregnancy—having been lucky so far by using an American invention to kill sperm—a Coca-Cola douche—“Mitchie,” she said, “ ‘fuck me, now’!”

‘Fuck me, now’!

The command traveled from his upper brain to his lower brain—although, actually, by this time as his upper brain had taken residence alongside his lower brain, Mitchell no longer had an upper brain, and the entire situation—Gina’s breasts. Gina’s vagina. The hold of Gina’s encircling hand upon his penis and then…

“ ‘Fuck me, now’!”

Never far from orgasm,

Uh-oh! He did not want it to end then, ‘that way’, and turning onto his back also—as men and boys will sometimes do in an attempt to hold off ejaculation—he tried to hold off ejaculation by tightening his sphincter, but unfortunately… uh-oh! Without the help of his upper brain, his sphincter, not having ‘all’ that much will power... “Uh-oh!”

Uh-oh? Knowing what was coming—no pun intended—“Uh-oh!” Gina felt the first heavy, warm drop splatter onto her hip, then another on her chest and even onto her forehead, as…

Giving in— having no choice— Giving in. Closing his eyes tightly. Stretching his legs as arching his pelvis; because these contractions were more intense than any he’d ever witnessed—except possibly when he’d ejaculated for the very first time—“Mmmmm!” moaning loudly because these orgasmic contractions were stronger and sweeter than any he’d ever thought possible.

Beyond the splatters of semen. Aware of his orgasm due to the feel of the spasms within her hand. Going with the rhythm, ‘ambidextrously’ continuing the cadence of all three hands, tightening and loosening the muscle within her vagina, within seconds Gina, too, orgasmed… again.

Sated… For the moment not truly caring that he’d climaxed as he had. “Baby, you shot ‘jizim’ all over me!” Gina said as a statement attesting to the strength of and projection of his ejaculation.

However not taking it as a compliment. “Sorry.”

“Nah, s’okay, baby.” Her hands— still holding ‘him’ and his hand— stooped all motion, “I d’mind, and we can screw in a couple’a minutes, after you rest up a little.”

‘We can screw in a couple’a minutes’?

These words spoken by a girl, by almost any girl, normally would have brought, minimally, a twitch to the penis of Mitchell Lipensky, but…

‘Things’ then began to happen.

Lying on his back in this ultra-dark room, the room began to spin.

Becoming dizzy, his penis, down-shifting from third to neutral, returned his body to upper brain control and, ‘Ow’, he thought, that hurts! As the pain in his bent wrist that remained clamped between Gina’s thighs became excruciating and suddenly, ‘simultaneously’, a number of things registered on his mind: He’d nuzzled a filthy, dirt-streaked neck, and not only did she kiss him, putting her tongue into his mouth, but he’d returned the kiss putting his tongue into her mouth… The mouth with green teeth!

Sitting up on the bed, pulling his hand from Gina’s now vice-like thighs, he heard a sickly wet suction sound and his hand felt slimy. And the room spun. Also, now, he not only remembered that big, spicy pizza, but could actually smell it and his stomach and head seemed to be keeping time with the spinning room.

“Urp!” He belched, and the putrid taste of second-hand pizza and Chianti and homemade Dago Red came to his mouth.

“Gacchh!”

Sitting up quickly. “Mitchie, what’s wrong?” Gina moved to the far side of the bed.

“Feel, sick. Room’s spinnin’. Toilet! ‘Got’a’ get to the toilet!”

Bounding off the bed, “Ow!” twisting an ankle on one of the shoes that either he or Gina had kicked off and, “Ahhh!” Painfully stubbing his toe on the unseen wall and, “Ouch!” breaking a fingernail groping for the door and, finally, finding the doorknob he pulled the door open and, “Ai!” the brilliant daylight flooding the pitch-black room stung his eyes.

Still on the floor, as were her Immaculate Heart blouse and bra that as though pulled over her head were rolled into a ball. Lisa’s pink underpants, with the quarter-sized hole, was twisted about one of her ankles.

Frank, poised atop Lisa with his penis planted between her chubby, outstretched thighs, had nothing on either... other than blue boxer shorts with little green turtles that were entwined about one of his ankles, also.

As Mitchell more or less fell out of the bedroom, Lisa shoved Frank backwards where he fell onto the carpet and into the leg of the coffee table and, grabbing her twisted blouse and bra, attempting to hide her breasts, Lisa left her crotch fully exposed…

Which could have answered one of Mitchell’s burning questions, except, of course, between trying to stave off vomiting and squinting into the hurtful glaring daylight, none of what he could have seen registered..

Holding his hands in front of himself, hiding the prophylactic that then hung from his rapidly shrinking penis. “Hey!” Frank yelled angrily. “you’re ‘supposed’ to let a guy know when you come out’a the bedroom!”

Heedless of his nudity. Rubbing his eyes trying to adjust to the unaccustomed brightness and to get his bearings, also fighting to keep the vomit down “The toilet!” Mitchell said frantically, “Got’a get to the toilet!”

****

A few strokes from ejaculation when the bedroom door had burst open, seeing Mitchell standing there, naked, supposedly looking at himself and Lisa, for some unknown reason excited Frank and even though he was angry and no longer had an erection, biting his lip to keep from showing what was happening he, very strangely, ejaculated into the prophylactic. As…

At six feet tall, Mitchell Lipensky was at his maximum, lifetime height. Though not fat, he was heavier than what might be considered best for his frame. Not prone to muscle-building exercise or laborious work, he was far from overly muscled. His skin tone, except for the area covered by a bathing suit or pants, was deeply tanned— even that early in the summer. He had a prematurely hairy chest and strong legs and thighs, which helped to compensate for the slightly excessive flesh of his upper torso. When in a state of arousal, his penis was what might be considered that of a man’s average size, but when flaccid it retracted into an abundance of pubic hair leaving only the glans and perhaps two inches of the shaft showing through curly, dark-brown hair.

Frank Rizzo being the only boy she’d ever seen fully nude and having a natural curiosity, while looking at Mitchell for those fleeting moments, studying his strange-appearing, circumcised penis she thought, I’m sure glad to have a guy like Frankie. Lisa mentally compared this boy’s flaccid size to Frank’s much larger, when flaccid, penis. But yet, seeing Mitchell naked made her warmly wonder, Wonder what he’d look like with a boner.

Lisa had also been but a second or two from orgasm when they’d been interrupted, and seeing this second naked boy made her want to be alone with Frank for just a while longer, but knew that that wouldn’t happen—at least for now.

****

Heedless of his nudity, rubbing his eyes, trying to adjust to the unaccustomed brightness and to get his bearings, fighting to keep the vomit down, “The toilet!” Mitchell said frantically. “Got’a get to the toilet!”

Pointing towards the kitchen, “In there!” Frank said.

Running down the hall, through the kitchen and into the toilet slamming the door behind him, “Gaacchh!”

Hearing his retching from two rooms away. Never too shy, having seen each other nude any number of times, wearing only her blouse as she came from the bedroom, “ ‘Captain Midnight’ make it to the toilet?”

Not wanting to pull it off in front of the girls, leaving the hanging prophylactic on although hiding it beneath his blue boxer shorts with the green turtles where unseen he was able to privately remove it. “Sounds like he’s pukin’ his guts out. What the hell’j’ya do to him?”

“Nothin’!” Stepping into her panties, “I didn’t do nothin’! We was just layin’ there, you know, makin’ out, an’ all’s a sudden he sounds like he’s gonna puke all over the place, an…”

Not quite as open regarding public nudity as Frank and Gina, still covering herself as best she could with her blouse and bra while attempting to pull her pink panties with the quart-size hole on the backside upward. “He didn’t puke on my bed, did he?” Lisa anxiously asked.

“Nah.” Looking over her shoulder to be sure Mitchell wasn’t on his way back. “It was too dark in there for me to get a look at it. J’ya see it? It felt kind’a creepy an’, like it was, uh, naked or somethin’.”

Stuffing the prophylactic into a pocket. “ ‘Un, fesso’! ‘You dummy’!” Frank said, buttoning his jeans. “It ‘was’ naked!”

Tucking her blouse into her skirt. “Yeah,” Lisa said. “I saw it.

“So,” looking towards the kitchen again, Gina asked, “What’d it look like? Like somethin’s been cut off?”

“Yeah, like you said, ‘it’ looked kind’a… ‘shrivelly’, like somethin’s missing. Don’t know why Jews do it.”

Listening to this conversation, Frank smiled to himself. If he didn’t know these two, he’d have never known that girls were interested in the same things guys were and when he tells this to his friends, they don’t believe him.

The bathroom door opening, Mitchell came out… wearing a towel about his waist.

Embarrassed because he got sick. Embarrassed because Frank and Lisa had seen him naked and embarrassed because he had to walk through the apartment wearing nothing but a towel. But most of all because he’d screwed up his first opportunity with a girl, Mitchell said, “Whew! I guess it was just too much wine.” Smiling wanly, he went into the bedroom, closed the door and with the exception of his shoes and socks, which he carried in his hand, came out a minute later fully dressed.

The others watched as, feeling self conscious, walking across the room and sitting on the chair near the window. Putting his shoes and socks on, “Sorry, I got sick in your room, Lisa.”

“Nah, it’s our fault for letting you drink that much wine.”

“Yeah,” Gina added. “We should’a known you was drinkin’ too much.”

Still able to taste bitter bile and secondhand wine. His stomach queasy. His throat hurting from the force of vomiting. Looking at Gina, Do I even want to be alone with her again? But also, he had a dull, pleasant sensation in his testicles that reminded him, even feeling as bad as he felt, of the unbelievably strong orgasm that she had been able to wrench from him just by using her hand. And, If that felt ‘that’ good, wonder what it would have felt like if I’d gotten into her? But yet, as much as he no longer wanted to be a virgin. As much as he no longer wanted to be ‘cherry’.”As much as he ‘did’ want to get fucked, seeing Gina, now, sober, he could not imagine that just a few minutes ago they’d actually been lying on a bed together, naked, with his finger in her and her hand about ‘him’. Just thinking about it, Mitchell felt a tightening in his crotch… along with a spasm of nausea.

“Mitchie,” breaking into his thoughts. “you don’t look so hot. How’s ’bout some soda crackers?”

Looking at Gina, “ ‘Soda crackers’?”

“Yeah! Whenever I don’t feel so hot I eat soda crackers an’ pretty soon my stomach starts feelin’ better.”

“No, thanks.” The thought of even crackers accentuating his nausea. “I’ll be fine.”

 Standing, “I’m gonna get’j’ya some anyway.” Going into the kitchen, Gina returned in a minute with a small stack of soda crackers on a saucer and a glass of seltzer water. “Here.” Setting the glass and saucer on the coffee table. “Come on over here.” Sitting on the sofa, she patted the seat next to her.

Mitchell did not move.

 “ ‘Jesus Christ’!” Gina said angrily. “Will you stop bein’ such a god-damned baby an’ come over here an’ eat the god-damned crackers!” Patting the seat again, “ ‘Come on now’!”

Forcing a smile, “Okay, mother.” Obediently crossing the room, he sat next to her.

Rubbing his knee, “That’s a good boy.” Gina left her hand there.

“So,” Frank asked, “what are we doin’ tonight?”

“I really feel like going to a movie, Frankie. Why don’t we just see what’s playing and if there’s nothing good, then we’ll go over to Gina’s and, you know, hang out.”

Looking from Lisa to Gina to Mitchell. “S’okay with them, s’okay with me.”

“Yeah, let’s see what’s around.” Gina said. “My ol’ lady’s got the late shift tonight, so’s if we get to an’ early show, we can still go up to my place after it’s over for a while.”

His mouth full of cracker, Mitchell washed it down with a gulp of seltzer, but before he could reply…

“Okay, it’s settled, then,” Frank said. “If there’s a good one around, we’ll go to the movies.”

Standing, “I’ll get the paper.” Going into the kitchen, returning a moment later with the’Sun-Times’, Lisa sat alongside of Gina.

Lifting himself from the floor and squeezing between the girls, Frank moved the milk bottle and glasses aside.

Laying the paper on the coffee table, Lisa ruffled through the pages until she found the movie section.

Her hand still on his knee, “Feelin’ better, babe?” Rubbing his thigh, Gina’s thumb, ‘accidentally’, nonchalantly grazed the material directly beneath the fly, in the crook of his crotch.

Looking at her hand. Swallowing. “Yeah, a little.” he said honestly.

“Hey, here’s one I’ve been wanting to see!” Lisa looked up from the paper. “It’s at the ‘Trovili’; ‘The Yearling’! I’ve been wanting to see it since I first heard they were making a movie of it! I read the book and cried like a baby. Let’s go there!”

Mitchell did not want to go anyplace with Gina, except, possibly, back to a bedroom. And now that he was somewhat sober, was not really too sure about that. “Uh, what’s it about?”

 “This little boy lives in the mountains with his mom’n’dad, and they’re so poor, and the little kid’s only got one good friend that’s real sick so he can’t really play with him, and then he finds this baby deer, and…”

“Okay, okay! It sounds good. What’s it playin’ with?”

“Nothing.”

“It’s a ‘single’ feature?” Being against his principles, he never went to see a single-feature movie… But that also meant an hour and a half less to be seen with Gina.. and an hour and a half sooner till he would be able to get back into a bed with her. That’s if I really want to get back into a bed with her. He looked at her hand again, and, as he looked, Gina’s thumb moved a fraction, touching the tip of his penis over the material of his jeans giving, if you will, ‘a preview of coming attractions’, and… “Yeah! Okay! Let’s go see ‘The Yearling’.”

“Okay, it’s settled, then,” Frank said. “When should we pick you two up? What time’s it start?”

“Best time’s, uh…” Lisa looked at the paper. “Quarter to eight.”

“Okay. We’ll pick you up… Where? Here? At seven.”

“Yeah, Frankie, that’s fine… Seven okay with you, Gina?”

“Yeah, s’okay with me.” Draping her arm across Mitchell’s shoulders. “An’ don’t you go drinkin’ no more vino!”

 “You don’t have to worry ’bout that, Gina. I ain’t never gonna drink wine again!”

****

Walking north on Rockwell.

“How much money you got?” Frank asked. “You got enough for movies an’ somethin’ to eat after?”

“Yeah, I got about six bucks… An’ what’d’ya mean, ‘eat after’? I gotta go someplace to eat with her?”

“Yeah! You ‘gotta go someplace to eat with her’ after the movie! Four, five bucks should be plenty. Let’s see, you’re kind’a big, an’ they’ll probably want you to pay adult.”

“’Adult’! I ain’t even going to be fifteen for another two months!”

“Yeah? Well, Mitch, if you wanna be cheap an’ try provin’ you’re not sixteen, then all’s you gotta do is convince the broad sellin’ the tickets. But remember, Gina ‘is’ sixteen!”

“But I ain’t!” he said belligerently. “So why should I pay more then I’m supposed to?”

“Do what’j’ya want, Mitch. But that means standin’ in line with the girls there tryin’ to convince the ticket broad that you’re a baby. An’ babies only suck on titties an’ they don’t get fucked! Know what I mean?”

Knowing Frank was right. Also remembering the heated discussion his father had with the ticket man when they went to the circus. “Yeah,” he said frowning, “okay, already! So I’ll pay adult!”

“Okay, let’s see,” Frank began to figure. “Adult tickets,” glancing at Mitchell, “are senty-five cents each, An’ you’n’Gina can share a box’a popcorn…”

“No, I want my own popcorn!” Often, if he had the money, he’d buy a second box of popcorn. Besides: I don’t want Gina’s hands anywhere near anything I’m going to put in my mouth.

“Okay, so two boxes’a popcorn’ll be fifty cents. An’ knowin’ you, you’ll want a box’ a candy, an’ if you get one you’ll have to offer to buy her one, too, so that’ll be another twenty cents. So let’s see…” Ticking the purchases off on his fingers, “Admission, popcorn and candy for the two’a’ya’ll be, uh, about two-twenty-five. An’ after the movie we’ll go to… You like hamburgers, don’t’j’ya? Shit, Lipensky, you like anything so long as you can eat it before it eats you. Okay! How’s ’bout we go to White Castle?”

 “Why do we have to go anyplace after the movie? Why can’t we just go back to Gina’s? Because, you know, I got sick before her’n’me were able to, uh…”

 “Fuck!” Frank said wearily, as though speaking to a child.

 Mitchell smiled. “Yeah, ‘fuck’!” Then frowned. “Frankie, I really don’t wanna take her out.”

Misunderstanding his motive, “Yeah! You gotta take her out to eat! Don’t be such a cheapskate, Mitch. A date’s a date!”

“It ain’t the money!”

“Yeah? What’s it, then?”

“Frank, Gina is so…”

“Yeah? She’s ‘so’ what?”

“Frank,” he asked in amazement, “can’t’j’ya see? She’s so ugly, an’ looks so dirty!”

“Well, okay. But so what? An’ besides, she ain’t all ‘that’ ugly, an’ she’ll be cleaned up for tonight and won’t look so bad. You’ll see, Mitch. You’ll like her much more tonight.”

“Frank, tell me! Would you like to be seen out with her?”

“Yeah, sure! Me’n’her used to date. How do you think I met Lisa?”

“You went out with her? To movies an’ stuff?”

“I tol’j’ya, yeah! You’ll see. Every guy that knows her an’ sees the two’a you together’ll be jealous of you.”

Unable to believe this. “Why?”

“ ‘Why’? You dope! ’Cause she puts out, that’s why! Didn’t’j’ya have a good time with her in Lisa’s bedroom?”

“Well, yeah,” he said begrudgingly. “Before I got sick. Yeah, sure I did. But…”

“Don’t be such a dumb shit, Lipensky. Gina fucks!”

“Yeah! Okay! So she fucks, but she’s so ugly!”

“So what? So you’n’her fuck in a dark room an’ you don’t gotta see her face.”

“She’s got a dirty neck.”

“Like I said, screw in a dark room an’ you won’t see her neck either. But like I tol’ja, she’ll look different tonight.”

“Why? She gonna wear a mask?”

“You’ll see. I know Gina, an’ she’ll look nice tonight.”

“Yeah? That I gotta see… An’ her ears are dirty.”

“So? So don’t fuck her in the ear.” Thinking this very funny, Frank began to laugh.

It was the laughter Mitchell remembered: Frank’s laughter and up until then he hadn’t fully realized how much he had missed it... His serious expression changing, raucous laughter came painfully from his throat—still sore from vomiting. “An’ worst of all! The baddest thing about her,” forcing himself to stop laughing, “are her teeth! Shit, Frankie, who’s got green teeth?”

His expression suddenly serious, Frank stopped laughing. “Now, Mitch, now you may have a problem!”

The smile fading from his face, “Why,” Mitchell asked, “would I have a problem now? I ain’t gonna fuck her in the mouth!”

“Yeah?” Frank said. “We’ll see about that.”

 To Be Continued As… “Popcorn And Petting”