the next 19 posts is a short story i've started

it's called "Dave Harris Must Die"...for reasons u will soon come to understood...let me know what u all think homeys

some of these are stand alone pieces but ..they string together to create a story as well i think

Dave Harris is one of those handsome charming men women r drawn to

especially women of a certain age who r quite gullible when it comes to a younger man showing them an extra amount of attention

with age some women become wise...others become foolish...

this is the kind of woman Dave Harris preys on

an unwelcome devil

oh she couldn't be trusted...even all these years later she hounded him

she brought her own heat with her

and her demon eyes

her eyes had been vividly blue green that day that the Autumn leaves fell around her as she swayed away from his porch

forever after whenever he thought of Autumn he began to hum "Autumn Leaves" and old obcure tune his momma sang

but the darkness of Halloween was more the mood

ride em cowboy

his shoulders drooped and rolled forward...the arms had that slightly crooked "i'm carrying something" look old men get

it was a combination of Arthritis and old age.. and ridin' to many sunfishing mustangs when he was a young one he could still hold his back up straight when he tried too...but it didn't stay that way long...but that mean proud old fart could still break a bronc once and a while and ride a horse 20 miles without flinching

he still smoked...rolled his own...thin cheroots...and he put loco weed in em sometimes to slide into waking dreaming

after he hung up the phone he threw some stuff together in his tattered green Army duffle and jumped into the rusty old truck and headed West thinkin "What the hell has my Grandson gotten himself into now"

she's the one

she stepped up on his porch...wide tomboy smile...slouched into a patio chair and held her hand out in a way that could be interpreted as a "shake my hand" or "please fill this with something cool"...her mind was like a buzzsaw...and her mouth followed the sawdust as it flew with it's own momentum into the air

her baseball cap was turned backwards and her wispy blond hair could barely find it's way out under it

"i'm your new neighbor"

"i thought i'd come over and introduce myself"

she then told him her name which he couldn't remember...shook his hand...and hop down off the porch before a single word could come out of his mouth

he thinks he nodded...but he couldn't be sure as he watched her J Lo ass sway down the street

the only thing he could remember was the fleeting thought

she's the one

but one she would win

Kerry couldn't just phone Lynner to tell her the bad news

the sad upheavals of her life had to be held in loving arms and stroked away with loving hands that communicated the unconditional love she had for her best friend from highschool

Booker hadn't closed in on Lynner and her appreciation of him was profound

he could be the gentle protector and with Lynner he always was

she found her friend down by the wetland...staring out over the bird estuary staring into the moving grasses and watching the bird dip for small sealife and caught fish when the tides rushed out

Lynner had fought the good fight

relinguished herself to the wrong kind of men and withstood their deadly blows

she was scarred and fragile but one would never know it from the way she carried herself

she had been born to be the bubbles in Champange and she still bubbled on the surface and her eyes twinkled beneath the bruises of lovers young who stopped by to relish her remarkable body and sup from the rare delights of her nubile soul

only Kerry her dearest friend was tortured along with her at the fledgeling promises she made to herself to get it right someday

to mean more then just an enjoyable repass for a man who was just stopping over on his way to somewhere else

but why milady

my smile is so sincere

am i a fledgling horror

just beneath my kind veneer

i'm singing the changeling song

it sounds so sweet

a tenor's fragant epitaph

it soothes today

but for just how long

Lynner

you shouldn't try him

fry him

defy him

die him

sacrifice him

upon your sexual flames

slice and dice him

here i'll loan you the knife

the one you need to end his life

never fear

he'll bleed out

with blood so red and clear

or sew his lying lips

disregard his fitful eyes

those tears aren't real and no surprise

just the tools of his rotten game

the ones he used to 'cause you such shamed

Dave Harris Must Die

how many beautiful women want him dead...more then you could count on your fingers and toes combined

he'd spent his whole life falling in and out of love

he was a scoundrel of that even he was sure

maybe he was a sociopath...or maybe he was just hard hearted..his sexual energy drove him to depths and places few could return from and many didn't want to

bad boys...sweaty animalistic bad boys...probably every woman at sometime in her life had succombed to one and lived to both enjoy it and regret it

he was a charmer...a definate sociopathic trait

he delicately tread that careful path of intimacy to reassure and influence them...until they thought that he and they were like two peas in a pod

just all warm and cosy as he nuzzled them gently under their arms....let his lips dance on the pulse of their necks...adding fuel to the fire as their pulses quickened and goosebumps flooded over their bodies

but before it was over..he would disappear like a will o the wisp without an after thought

and that was the best ending to a scenario with Dave Harris

it could be worse

it could be their unhappy ever after

Drift Away

slowly his eyelids closed as he drifted away....it was a long long ride on the Coastal Starlight to Seattle ....long but expectantly beautiful all along the Pacific's coastline

so much of the trip was ocean viewing and he never got tired of seeing it

oceans of water to eventually turn to oceans of wheat barley and rape dancing in the winds or being harvested in Canada's heartland....

mountains getting ready for snow...the jagged sawtooths of the Canadian Rockies far surpassed any view of the Rockies below the 49th...sea terns rolling and gliding thru an overcast sky

soon it would be the transcontinal thru Canada to the right coast and the dreams of a prairie boy eager to both love and hate the small towns of the plains

learning to speak French..badly at first...then like a Quebec native when he jumped on the train in Vancouver he had a slight headache so he didn't fight the drooping eyelids

the conducter noticed he'd dropped his sketch book...he picked it up off the floor and laid it on the table before him...when the supper bell chimed the passenger didn't wake up...but the conductor thought little about it...as he leaned in to tell him to head for the diner he noticed a smell

the passenger had wet his pants and couldn't be roused

as he drifted away he'd seen her..his muse...enveloped in deathlike irony with ravens flying out of her screaming mouth

was she sending him her vicious final attack??

but he had no time as he drifted to think about it

fried eggs sans ham

his brain felt like that fried egg searing in the pan that was in the 80's commercial about drug use

the needle went into the bottle...the fluid went into the tube...his brain erupted into flames..and down down down he went into that "i'm not sure how long it'll be before i see the light of day again" drain

she hovered...she swooned into his body and encapsulated the heat....trying to save him from the pain but the dark essence pushed her away

cowled and narcissistic she instead reach out to torment and triplicated the burn

she floated in it...as if she couldn't warm the ice water in her veins and the Arctic chill in her bones

she turned and undulated like meat on a spit begging for the sickening roast

he saw her vulgar lecherous smile before he slipped again into unconsciousness curving and sliding up at the corners of her mouth.... and her crimson eyes....ever laser fine targeted again on his soul

don't blame it on Canada

he smelled it in he air this morning and his feet began to itch...he was surprised because no way would any of the trees here in San Diego turn for a couple of months now...he could see he'd worn out his welcome with his cousin...her kids were going back to college and she and her hubby Bill had to start packing to move out of the Tierra Santo condo and down to Imperial Beach

Kerry was discontent with her morning drive to work but the new condo wouldn't be a rental and it sat smack dab on the sand down near the ocean...Bill would love it..he like Kerry's BFF Lynner was born and raised down here a stones throw from Mexico...in the day when fences weren't up to act a a divider of boundaries

he met Kerry when she was a dyed haired teen...and he was a hotshot naval pilot still living on his laurels of being a fighter pilot in Viet Nam...he was throughly unhappily married...had a son...and only gave Kerry a passing glance..even tho the curvaceous redhead had a certain effect on him walking down the sand in a bright white skirt that furled out to catch the wind and red blouse that pulled across her ample breasts and made them seem like two puppies squirming to get free

Booker hadn't been any help to the two of them so he offered to dig right in and help them pack

every afternoon he'd do the work and let the two of them kick back in the hammock and just drink Long Island Ice Teas and relax but at nite in IB when it was very late and there was no moon he couldn't resist getting nude and heading into the surf to dip beneath the water...body surf in on the waves...and watch the shoreline...for what...what was he watching for...

he sometimes seemed like an animal to Kerry...she didn't speak of it to Bill

and Bill never thought anything about Bookers behavior...afterall...

he was a Canadian

but Kerry knew what was going on with Booker wasn't something you could blame on Canada

family ties

Kerry was worried

and hoped he'd go back to Canada soon when they were kids he'd been the apple of her eye her hero

the great and boastful Booker no one dare hassle her when Booker was around

he had a look

a look that said "i have some Demons inside me" "Demons you don't want to get to know suckers"

but he never hurt animals so he couldn't be................

scissors and blood do mix

geesus he was tired...as tired as his friend Coaster Dude was after that whirlwind ride to Kansas city...and he didn't take any pics of the HARLEY MUSEUM...dang him!!!

he'd gone to the party at the end of the racing season at Del Mar last nite

the Cougar couples were there

he kept his left hand inside his pants pocket and fingered the pair of scizzors there

the sheathe was off...and tiny slices brought droplets of blood that eventually showed thru the ivory hue...his graze moved around the room...and lingered on every beautiful blonde

was she there...somewhere in the crowd...the woman who wanted him to cut her heart out

to fill in the spaces in his head

no one noticed

he didn't have enough bandages...not even a tourniquet would stem the flow of blood quickly enough to save him..he knew he deserved to die...but he couldn't...that would be too easy...way to easy

so he grew horns and moles and long deviant hairs all over his now gnarled body and walked upright as beautiful as he ever was on the outside

and no one noticed...no one at all

he didn't look for her anymore...those kinda women didn't exist except in the days of yore when men were men and women were women and men were glad of it

youth and stupidity drove her away...and the stubborness of rightness

men and rightness...how important it was then...to be right when simply her arms around him made the sun come up ..her lying there like "a warm Texas breakfast"

smelling so much like sleep and womanliness...little little little woman/little girl

oh Christ...he was gonna start cryin' again

the adorable little cabbage head

she had been his little plum dumplin'...

his all arms and legs eternal flame. . the blonde to end all blondes...

his heavenly havoc.. . his sexual domain...

the woman who made his soul ticklish...

.the diminutive diva of days gone by never to come again....

the Harri Kari knife he'd fallen on....

the choking in his throat whenever happiness was deduced and he needed an infusion

the one he fell toward and never reached...but was blest in the falling

there she was peeping out at him from GOD's garden..

.the adorable little "cabbage head"

PAIN

PAIN...PAIN...PAIN... pain...pain...pain...

neverending...intolerable...vehement...excruciating PAIN

they writhe they say...when they're close to death...and see at last there's no way out...life has given them all it's chosen too...there's no higher power to call on...no going back over it if you want to hold your head up and slip the bonds of earth with any amount of grace...... that snake is invisible and internal

it's then that the peacefulness of forgetfulness comes calling and let's you wake up every day in snarled fluffy neurons that don't synapse to the rhythm of the dance ...they find a different drummer....and you have left feeling like the little duck...eager to approach and reconcile itself to the new day

QUACK QUACK DUCKIES.....may it be that way for me someday

THE NARRATOR

Zensational cougar

he knew his cousin Kerry had entered the contest he never thought of her as a Cougar

one of those sumptuous women he sought between 45 and 55

slim

still so good lookin'' it made most men feel like they'd been socked in the gut with a "below the belt" punch

definitely below the belt

she had come in second a year ago he thought her bright red hair made it a cinch for her to win

but the non-freckle loving judges had given her the thumbs down 2nd place to a nearly 60 year old silver fox wearing a fabulously simple gray straw hat and dove gray gloves to her elbows

such is the sensuous life of the awe inspiring woman of a certain age

he hurried over to Delmar for the 7th race and didn't have to work hard to scan the crowd for Bob Baffert the trainer of Zensational

a gorgeous deep gray horse who was quite a cougar himself

Del Mar race track was the perfect repository for the kind of women who drew him like bees to honey

classy bitches that didn't hide their excitement

aaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhh

women and horses

mature women who wanted power houses between their legs when they decided to go for a ride

and loved a man who was just kinky enough to make them gasp for a breath and then decide in the next instant they didn't want to come up for air

the staying power of that kind of woman wrapped him up like a fly in the web he took a deep breath and stared out from the anonymity of his dark glasses to find his mutual lust on the half shell

a "pearl of the world" as Steinbeck would have said one he wouldn't even have to think was his

before she even met him she had been claimed

the way of the beach

wasn't it just the way of the world that beaching became more and more tasty Brazilian crotch waxes dignifying swimsuit thonging

and those asses those pears juicy and ripe just begging for a spanking and maybe something more

no wonder Katy Perry wanted to kiss a girl damn straight!!!!!

hard and straight and itching to play rub a dub dub beneath the ocean waves

he got stopped half way out the driveway

Kerry's daughter and friends piled into the car and wouldn't take no for an answer all the better a sexy camouflage to put the thought of special scanning out of the minds of the woman he was really looking for not a girl not a young woman a sexually mature woman worth a kinks ransom

it was the coaster the girls wanted at Belmont Park something to heat their blood and put that special sparkle in their eyes

the one that said "come hither and i might want more of you then i think take a chance with me my wet panties aren't because of the thrills on one of the few wooden coasters left in country

maybe they're because of you"

"come hither boys and girls it's hot at the beach today and i need some relief"

a snake in the grass

Kerry knew her cousin could be a snake in the grass

but she tried not to think about it

Scissors lyrics

I play doctor for five minutes flat Before I cut my heart open...and let the air out Three bugs, a pound of dust Some wind spilled over me In the strangest manner that had Broke away my tear spout

As I lie there With my tongue spread wide open A black widow had offered me A sweetheart tube As I injected The candid heart that I selected She said don't hesitate Just do what you have to do to me!

It's hard to stay between the lines of skin Just cuz I have nerves, don't mean that I can feel I wasn't very much fun to be with anyway Just let the blood run red CUZ I CAN'T FEEL!

Biding my time until the time is right Biding my time until the time is right Biding my time until the time is right Biding my time... It's time

It is time

scratchy vinyl

in the background soft female music lured Kerry loved the old wordsmiths of the 70's

she beckoned her cousin to drift out to the patio for a New Yorker

a smart relevant up to date drink made to be gulped rather then sipped which they did and waited for the giggle to start

it wasn't long before they were flailing in the wooden deck chairs

Booker fell out

grabbed his chair

and headed for her Mustang convertable it's time he thought

to go hunting

Kerry was his angel

always hovering around to make him happy

she saw him set his chin in a resolute sort of way and a shiver ran down her spine

she knew a sign should be posted on the beach

BEWARE OF LAND SHARKS

bitterly blonde

it wasn't just bodies it was certain kinds of bodies he was particular like the sharks that skimmed by and never looked twice at the neoprened surfer

he had a taste for something different today

ah yes

something different

today

blonde is the magic

blonde is the scheme

blonde is the eloquence

that dwelled in his dreams

his

dark

cold

ravenous

dreams

roller roller roller coaster

roller

roller coaster

the big one down at the bay

the oldest wooden roller coaster left in the US of A

that's why he was headed down there

not becazuse of the hot bodies on the beach

NO NO NO

that's not why he was getting a hard on just thinkin' 'bout it

it;s that old wooden coaster....yeah that's why

WTF!!!

who was he kiddin'???

innocent until proven guilty

he looked so innocent lying there on his cousins daybed fondling her Min Pin

his bright blue eyes and ultra pale skin was alway engaging in Canada but in Sunny California they looked completely out of place

the dog didn't care but his cousin's daughter was an estetition and was drooling to get out her hot wax and go to work on those eyebrows

this was his usual visit

was it a birthday?

it wasn't a usual Holiday

it was a Canadian holiday that allowed him to fly down and get that several times a year sunburn that inevitably blistered and then peeled

you know the kind that made Canadians stand just a little straighter around their cohorts up North

because it signified some extra spending money he'd scraped together and an adventurous spirit on his part

if they only knew