He had a column
called Underwear
the chief publicist
must have shut him down
for lack of pornographic content
I thought about burning my T
in honor
but opted not
as it may be a worthy trade
for a cold beer
one day.
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They’d been drinking. She was beside him. Gear shift between her knees. It was down by the mill. Below near the river. It was a trick to make her believe. Twice the bottles - half the drink later. There ain’t no gradual. Before long she was sucking cock and wasn’t any good. She had potential. Diamonds couldn’t crack his nut. The river was high springing driftwood off the shore. She dug in. Setting her mind to it. At the end he turned the vehicle around. She asked him to stop a half mile going back. She said she had to piss, but vomited into the bush. He pretended not to hear. Back in, she leaned against the window and for the first time cared less if she arrived home.
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