microphone and sung a song into it. Embarrassed me as director. Because you wanted to appear before the public. Hear your voice floating over the crowd. So they would clap and cheer and say you're great. And I was only an acquaintance. From the other side of the tracks. You've interrupted my parade for the last time. Boom boom boom. Just got it going again. Thank you drummers.
"George what parade, shut up, it's up and enter me again."
"Shirl watch the underwear."
"What made you wear red."
"A predilection."
"Take it off, it rubs me."
"You're holding my head down by the ears and stop tearing the garment, Shirl."
"Kiss my bazumma."
"Shirl, you're tearing the garment."
"I'm pulling the zipper."
"It's tearing the garment Shirl and is caught in the hairs of my belly."
"It rubs me."
"I didn't ask you to come in here."
"George you wouldn't turn on the light. Shut up and take a handful of hair. You were so nice when you were a car. Drive you bastard."
"Beep beep."
"Kiss my bazumma."
"Stop telling me what to do Shirl. I've got my own mind."
"I'm the hottest handful you've had for months."
"Don't be too sure."
"So you've been into Matilda."
"That remark is false."
"Was she a good fuck, I don't mind."
"I repeat that remark is false and your use of language regrettable."
"Ha ha George."
"Ha ha Shirl it's not funny."
"Once more, fast George."
In this rural retreat of The Goose Goes Inn, the Friday before the Tuesday of Christmas. I wake to find my person used for a motive of which I had no notion. Torn out of the red underwear. Bereft of that red safety. Shirl a master at that tempting tickle, cupping up pearls blowing a warm air saying it was bigger than she remembered and she had memories. Till the energy I was conserving to get back to town, all gone. She'll take this as a renewal of hatred. A right to snoop round Eagle or Golf Street. Once getting hands on her, can't get them off. Deepest darkest kisser. And what can you do when it's upright. As she says wow. When it's downright rude to do nothing.
"Faster George, my friends are waiting."
Snowy owl hoots. Hear him out there in the night. When all the other animals are snug or more likely tearing each other and feathers apart. And in here I am agog and speechless at this last remark. I am no machine. I am no piece of old rope. I'll pretend the physical excitement has made you utter statements without meaning. has made you utter statements "Hurry George."
"Hurry George."
Between the parted curtain shines the white so white romantic moon. Right across the carpet, half way up the wardrobe and on the sleeve of my shirt. You're just getting carried away Shirl. Since you haven't as I hope you haven't, had any for a while. Ha ha, friends are waiting. I suppose if I had any mine would be waiting too. We've come together panting mechanically which is what disturbs me. I should have said no.
"Faster George, harder. Now you know why I ride horses."
The village church bell rings, quarter mile down the road. We're in here like this with flowers on the bedroom curtains and on the chair. Shake your brown thatch all out over your shoulders, be the last time I'll grab. I will not go faster.
"My friends are waiting, George."
In summer on this road they sell the stacked up pumpkins, purple aubergine and zeplin watermelons. And fresh farm eggs. Not for nude cooking I said. And Shirl this is a joke no longer.
"Shirl what do you mean your friends."
"They're waiting down stairs."
"They're what, Shirl."
"Waiting."
"Get out of this bed."
"Hey we're not finished."
"I will not give myself to being used while your friends wait for you. Get out."
"I'm not dressed."
"Get out."
"You're not pushing me naked into a hotel hall, George, you're not doing that. That's one thing you're not doing."
"I am doing. Out. Into the hall."
"No."
"Go to your friends. Waiting for you. Bunch of ambitious little commuters. O Shirl's just upstairs having a throw with some guy. Don't make me a laughing stock."
"You are already. Everybody knows how you make your money. And they laugh, boy do they laugh. They laugh because they know."
"You take it from me and spend it."
"I wish I didn't because it's horrible money."
"I reject that."
"And they know what happens with that nigger in that apartment. Don't try to fool me."
"Simply get out of this room before I lose my temper."
"Always knew you were from the wrong side of the tracks."
"A litde vulgar fantasy