Wednesday June 11 2014

Panty Drop (June 11 2014)[i]

Waking up at 1:25 p.m.

Bran Flakes and Cinnamon Raisin Granola with Vanilla Almond Milk.

Researching. Shopping for houses.

Scrambled Eggs. Cinnamon Raisin Bagel with Vegan Cream Cheese. Baked Salt n Vinegar Chips. Honey Green Tea.

At the neighborhood gym working out. Then, shooting the basketball around at the Seatack Rec.


I drive out to Ana's house in Norfolk. She's in the middle of making a delicious dinner for us – I help finish the cooking. Tofu with Broccoli, Brussel Sprouts, Purple Cauliflower, and Rice in a Chili Garlic Peanut Sauce. There's jazz/crooner kind of music on the stereo. I can't get over this sexy black and white dress she's chosen to wear. You would think she's dressed to go out on the town. At any rate she looks exceptionally attractive tonight. After eating our meal we take a walk through the neighborhood to scope out this house for sale that Ana thought I'd be interested in. When we get back we open up her garage to inspect all the junk that her uncle has left lying around in hopes to find a place for the drum kit I gave her. I flip off the lights and bring her in close. This will be the setting for our sex tonight. A cushioned chair nearby helps to diversify our positions. A dull glow comes through the blinds of one window providing just enough light necessary to see our silhouettes enjoy the sexual healing. When all is finished I take a big breath and the strong scent of saw dust and fresh semen fills my nostrils.

Jokingly I say out loud, "Mm. I like the smell of saw dust and semen."

All of a sudden we hear a knock at the door – it's her mom. Putting on our clothes in a jiff and attempting to act like everything is normal when she opens the door.

Her mom: "What are you guys doing?"

"We're just figuring out a place to put the drums." My shirt is still half on and half off. "It's a little hot in here," I add.

Impeccable timing.

Go Home Tree Branch. You're Drunk (June 11 2014)

Back inside I pull out her little black acoustic guitar and we sing a little bit. I kind of get lost playing a few old melodies from back in the Musicplayer band days. She dozes off to the quiet drop D sounds.

Sleep 3:30 a.m.

[i] Images by me.

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