How's My Hair? ©

Interesting.
Most of my life I have kept to myself.
Sounds kind of funny for someone who was up front in view of the whole world most of his life but believe it or not, it was the best place3 to hide but sometime you get caught.

I try not to be the center of attention but find myself right in the middle of it because of one thing or another.
In my 50 years of life on this earth I don’t think there are more than 50 pictures of me, 12 of which are mug shots and passport pictures.

So when I walk into the bar one day for a beer I was surprised to notice everyone staring at me.
I ordered a beer and the bartender walked over with it then dropped the newspaper in front of me and said “Nice picture”.

Right there on the second page, half the page to be exact is my mug on display
I was at a computer networking conference and some shutter happy photo took my picture for the paper.

Great, I thought to myself.
For the most part I shy away from the public eye and rather live life from the sidelines but I guess fate puts us in the way sometimes.

I remember one of my friends running into the park one day with the newspaper and showed us his name in print.
He thought it was cool.
“Such and such was arrested last night while breaking into the bowling lanes.
They surrendered themselves to startled police officers that stumbled upon an open door.
Once inside two men staggered out from behind the bowling shoe rack suffering from what appeared to be toxic inhalation”.

Yeah, well I can think of a few other things I would rather have my name attached to in the newspaper.
A few weeks later I walk into the bar and the bartender tosses the paper down in front of me and say, “You’re making a habit out of this”.

WTF, I look at the paper and about four pages in there I am again walking down the street.
I’m thinking I have a stalker with a camera.

Let me try an explain to you how private I keep my life.
I was at a funeral and my aunt, a woman who had seen me almost daily for the first 25 years of my life until she divorced my uncle bumped into each other.
I said hi and she returned the greeting.
Then she apologized and asked me who I was and when I told her she freaked out.
There are members of my immediate family who haven’t seen me in decades because I live in a world outside of theirs.
I live in my universe.
This way I can control what is in my universe even if it doesn’t belong to me, like rules.
Everyone has to live by the same rules but it doesn’t mean you can’t work around them.

So as you can see I keep to myself and out of sight.
Thursday my mother calls and she says she and my father want me to take them for their H1N1 shot.
I told them fine, just tell me where.
She said she was hoping I knew.

I look up and find that they are giving them not to far from my place at a local community center so I pack up the over the hill gang and head off to get stabbed in the arm.
We get to the community center and go in.
They tagged us with bracelets each and told us to be back at 2pm when it will be our turn so we went home.
Because I hadn’t gotten a seasonal flu shot they said they would give me one of those too.
Great, I love needles, NOT.

When 2pm rolled around we were sitting in the auditorium waiting for out numbers to be called out.
That’s when this blond chick walks in holding a huge microphone that looked like a black version of one of those Hitachi massagers.



She was followed by a guy with a large camera on his shoulder.
I could hear my father groaning next to me already as soon as he saw her.
There had to be 150 people in the room so the chances of her coming our way where we were was slim and I told him that.
We continued to quietly set there waiting for our numbers to be called when I looked up and across the room and our eyes met over the people.
Three minutes later there was a black massager in my face and tank turret pointed at my head.
My father whispering to me in Greek, “Why did you look at her”?
FUCK!!!!!!!!!!!

She said she was with a news channel and wanted to ask me a few questions.
This wasn’t the first time I ended up on the news.
There was that time I was tackled in the 80s for something I said to the president of some banana republic that barely escape assassination.
I think it was something like, “To bad they missed”.
I guess he was still a little sensitive on the subject.

She asked me why I was there and I told her it was so my parents could get their H1N1 shot.
Then they panned my parents with the camera and they both looked like deer caught in the headlights of a car.
They turned back to me and asked if I was getting mine and I said I was along with the seasonal shot.
She interviewed me for a few minutes then they called our numbers and we were gone.
On the way upstairs for our shots my father gave me crap, “Why did you tell them you knew us, now everyone will see us on TV”?
That’s gratitude for you.
I get them a few minutes of fame and they shit all over me.

Inia thought it was great and now thinks she’s fucking a celebrity.
At least I didn’t get Tiger Woods headlines HA HA HA!!!!!!!!!

Have a nice weekend

Walker

I Know I Know ©

I know Peter I know.
I wanted to put up another post but it’s been so fucken crazy around here I don’t have enough time to do much of any personal stuff I like to do, like blogging.
Like today, today was my father’s appointment with the eye doctor.
Usually it’s my mother going to the doctors but on those rare occasions it’s my father.
Since he’s not used to MY habits as my mother is, the day started off on the wrong foot.

I am not a morning person, that’s why I sleep all the way through to lunch.
I mean if I wake up in the morning with a pretty set of lips wrapped around the head of my morning hard on I wouldn’t complain or anything like that but waking me up for anything other than that then ho, ho, ho.
Ok, maybe if the house is on fire too but that’s it.

Usually I book all the doctor appointments for afternoons so I could be totally awake and my pleasant self but for some reason SOMEONE else booked this one and it was at 8 fucken 30 in the flippin AM.

8:10am the phone rings.
It’s my father, “Are you ready”.
“Am I ready”, I was born ready but I don’t think a hardon was what was needed today.

8:10am…..I’m thinking while still half asleep.
8:10……..8:30am was the appointment
It was five miles away in morning traffic and me in the bag with my pecker in my hand and he calls me at 8:10am.
My mother would have called at 7am….7:01..7:02….

Fumbling out of bed and into my clothes I made my way to the washroom and begged the bladder to release the floodgates but he was still sleeping I guess because I couldn’t squeeze a drop out of it.
8:15am, I brushed my teeth then went downstairs to a shocked D2.
One because I was up this early and two, I caught her ditching school.

Outside I went through the back door and my father who was standing by the passenger side indicating I was driving.
Great.
Did I ever mention my lane way backs out into one of the busiest streets in the city and I am going to do this at 8:20am.
I know I mention the 5 miles and 8:30am though

After forcing a mini van to stop and let me in I was flying down the street.
I zigzagged between traffic and whizzed by the police station.
Over the bridge, cut off a truck and around the corner past the convent.
8:25am, four miles left.
It’ll be close.

Speeding is an art when done properly with less risk of getting a ticket.
Speed limit is 60; I go 69, my favorite number.
One more mile and your screwed but you could use the lights to your advantage but judging when they will be green or red and adjust from a distance.

8:27am I ripped through the yellow light at 80 before letting the car ease back to my favorite number.
Three miles left and the road is a straight line to the hospital where the appointment was.

8:28am two miles and closing.
I’m judging the distance, the color of light and oncoming traffic, like threading a needle.
I needed a coffee
One mile away and the light is red, 8:29am.
My father is silent next to me but he is getting uneasy.
The car is not showing signs of slowing down but keeping its present speed.
His feet planted themselves to the floor as the car raced at the red lights.
Wrapping his hand to the top of the seatbelt he held on as the car rolled over the white line at the same times as the light turned flashing green.

Burying around the first corner then coasting around the next brought the speed down to 40.
My father slipped back into his seat.
830am but where is the place we were going too?
I drove up the massive complex that is the hospital now.
Last time I was here there was one building and now there are like seventeen and they are being built so fast the haven’t put up the fucken signs yet. So I am wandering around looking for it.
8:35am.
I decide to pull in front of a building and call my mother from the cell for the doctor’s number so I could call him and find out where the hell he was.
I get the number and call.
She asked where I was and told her the name of the building and she said that’s it come up to the third floor.
How come I don’t get that lucky will lottery tickets?

I race my father up to the doctor’s office and race down to avoid a ticket because4 they don’t have parking in front any more.
Used it to make more buildings.
Not wanting to stay there waiting for him I decided to head off to Starbucks.
Yeah, yeah I hear the gasps from those who know I don’t drink coffee but I NEEDED one.
I bought an apple fritter too.
I didn’t need that but let’s pretend I did.
I headed back to the building around 9:20am and parked there with the car running for about ten minutes.
It was getting really hot in the car so I opened the window.
Ten minutes later it was fucken cold, so cold it started snowing.
SNOW, fuck.
Anyway I pressed the button and the window wouldn’t come up.
It fell off of its rubber track and was pressed up against the outside of the door, great.
I go to the trunk to see if I could find a screwdriver but his toolbox wasn’t there but I did find a ten inch butcher knife her uses to dig up the weeds he eats.

So now I am standing outside the hospital with a ten-inch butcher knife trying to hack away the rubber while people are walking past me staring.
It took me twenty minutes to cut away enough of the rubber to get the window up but one thing for sure it isn’t going back down.
Good thing the new car arrives on the 28th.

The old man came down around 10 am with news of needing surgery for cataracts.
I knew it was coming so it was no surprise.
The drive back was a lot less stressful.
Until I got home that is and it all went bonkers again.

I pulled into the lane way out the car, up the stairs and through my back door into the kitchen, through the kitchen and out the front door to the waiting car that whisked me off to the airport.

My quest to enter the States continues and today I went down to customs to submit more papers, a fat cheque and to get finger printed.
This whole process has been interesting from many points of view.

When I first started I looked up a few places that do this but everyone wanted hundreds if not thousands of dollars to do it for you and maybe is I had thousands to waste I would but I don’t and wasn’t going too.
I mean I did get an education so how hard could it be?

Ok, it wasn’t easy.

First I needed new forms because I mangled the one’s I got when I was politely catapulted back to the land of the beaver and the horny moose.
So I went to the site to download some new forms.
Now I have been having a few problems with my printer.
I have an old laser printer that needs a parallel port but my computer doesn’t have one.
It’s all USB now so I have to plug in the printer into an old laptop then turn it on then access it through the network I run here.

Sounds easy enough but the laptop has issues as does the printer.
The printer swallows all the sheets of paper at once so I have to feed it by hand and the laptop stall on me then decided to print out 20 sheet of garbage.
I tried to delete the print job but the printer has its own memory chip and I ended up hand feeding the little fucker until it was done.

After printing out the forms I sat down to start filling them out.
It took me the better part of eight hours to fill them out.
I had to give an account of everything I had been charged with and why it occurred and what was the result.

How hard could it be?
Well it was.
I mean admitting your guilt is fuck all.
Trying to remember it, now that was a job.

September 1987, Pink Floyd on stage for three hours and fifteen grams of primo afghan hash in my pipe.
I don’t even remember the girls in the freakin van and I am supposed to remember getting busted for possession of what was left of the hash?

Yeah that time they kicked in my door because the neighbor was pissed off at me for screwing his girlfriend so he told them I had a large supply of it.
2 Grams of hash lost and $500 fine.
Was she worth it, hmmmmm?
His new girlfriend was better.

After all that I put it all together and waited to head off to the airport today and drop it off.
Drop it off, that’s a joke.

My paper said they were open at 10 am until 2 pm so we headed off for the airport and when I got there I went to the desk and asked where I could find the U.S. Customs office.
I was told to go across the hallway to a phone on the wall next to a fire hydrant, pick it up then wait.

I walk to the wall and look at the phone.
I pick it up and wait constantly staring at the floor.
Maybe it was a Get Smart phone booth and the floor would open up and poof, gone.

A guy came on the line and asked what he could do for me.
I told him why I was there and he told me the new hours were 12:30 pm to 3 pm.
HA, HA, HA!!!!!
I wasn’t surprised.
It was too easy to be true so I told him I would be back.
That was trip number one to the airport.

I went outside to my driver and we took off for Pizza, Pizza and some lunch while we waited.
He went and ordered while I sat reading the paper and then she came with our food twenty minutes later.
We ate and took off for the airport again.
I got back at 12:35pm and went to the phone and picked it up again.
This time I was told to proceed behind the screen and I would be directed to a room where I was to sit and wait for someone to show up.
Following his instructions I found myself in a room alone with chairs and a black dome on the ceiling staring down on me.

About fifteen minutes later another guy came in and we sat there talking.
He told me he paid a lawyer to fill in his paper work.
I told him I beat up my printer to do mine for free.
He said the lawyer didn’t really do it he just told him what to write then looked it over.
I told him spell check looked mine over.

Just then a female customs officer came in and she asked for our papers.
The first thing she said was we needed passport pictures because they didn’t have a camera for taking pictures so she couldn’t take our forms.
Now this is more of what I am used too.

I told her I would be back and walked out the door and called my driver but his phone wasn’t working.
I stepped out and saw him waiting in the car.
I got in and asked why he didn’t pick up the phone and he said it never rang then checked to see if it was one but he phone wasn’t on him.
He had it at Pizza, Pizza so we decided to go there first.
I kept calling the phone then it stopped ringing, someone had turned the phone off for a reason and I don’t think it was to save the battery.
If a person plans on giving back a phone he leaves it on then answers it so the looser of said phone can call to see if someone found it so they can come and get it back.

We got there and before he got out I told him to say he left it on the counter when he ordered not to ask if someone found a phone.
The first way you are telling them you know its there.
Sure enough the girl went to the back and came with the phone.
It was still off.
After that little episode we went and I got passport pictures taken.

Armed with everything now I went back to the airport and to the phone on the wall.
When I got to the room the other guy was there and the customs officer was surprised to see me back so soon.
Yeah I wanted 4 months for this day.
She took the other guy and they left.
As I sat there the door opened and an Asian woman walked in.
After a bit we started talking and she told me she was sent here because she forgot to leave her work visa behind so we sat there chatting for a half hour or so.
Seems she was living ad working in California for some company but was laid off and was now coming back home.

She said she was originally from Hong Kong China until it changed over and she moved here with the rest of her family.
In those thirty minutes I knew most of her life.
She asked me why I was there and I told he that I was a bad boy once and had to sit in Time Out before they let me in.
She asked how bad a boy I was and I told her, really BAD.
She quickly sat down next to me and started rubbing my leg asking me to show her how BAD I was, but someone came in as I was looking for some indication of a boob and I stopped daydreaming.
He took her paper then she wished me luck before leaving.
I was left alone in the room with HAL staring down on me from the ceiling again.

I must have been in there for forty-five minutes before the customs guard came in to get me.
First thing she did was give me a visitors badge then she took me to be searched for weapons.
Then I was brought into the back where she looked over my paperwork and said it all looked in order then proceeded to fingerprint me.
This is where it got all sticky.
I kept cracking jokes and she kept fucking up the prints.
She actually had to take them 9 times before she had three good sets.
As we went through my papers she said I was a patient calm person.
I told her it’s not like I had a choice.
Freaking out and harassing people won’t get what I want any faster.
If anything it may slow down the process.
She asked what my secret was to being so calm.
I told her.
A joint in the morning and two after the kids have gone to bed then screw the girlfriend for three hours to relieve the tension.
Works every time.

Then we got into the football trash talk and she said if she knew I was a Broncos fan I would still be in the room.
HA!!!!!!!!
She’s a Bills fan and they’re still in the change room most games I said HA HA HA!!!!
As I was being escorted out she asked me where a Pizza Pizza was around there was and I told her where to go but to keep an eye on her cell phone.

I exited the airport and my driver brought me back home to insanity once more.
D2 was on the phone with her boyfriend and D1 was laying on the couch with hers but as I passed D1 said she saw her mother today and asked her to ask me if she could sleep in my middle room for three days.
HA I know that’s not a daydream.
NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

That was my day today.

I hope you have a nice day

Walker

Falling Apart ©

Oh my aching body.
I knew I was getting old but the falling part thing I could have done without.
For the last month and a half I have either been laid up or hobbling around in an odd chicken dance manner.
The doctor said it was severe arthritis in the knee I had shattered as a kid.
Fuck I was begging him to cut it off; he stuck his finger up my ass instead.
Didn’t help my knee one bit and he use so much freakin lube every time I farted my ass fired off like a paint gun.

He gave me this medication the helps fix the problem somewhat but leaves a hole in my stomach which I can fix with medication that makes my knee hurt….”sigh”
I didn’t want pain killers, I never do.
I want the problem solved.
If I want drugs I got a drawer full and better drugs.

If I knew breaking all these bones as a kid was going to fucken hurt this much at my age today I would have worn a little extra body armor back then instead of just a t-Shirt.
My fucken joints, specifically knee and hips because I have broken both are so loose, I woggle where others wiggle.

Inia doesn’t think I’m getting old because I fuck her like a machine.
Ha, if that were only true.
Sure I fuck her for hours but the truth is, the hips joints are so fucken gone and all the cartilage is so worn out it’s practically non existent so there are no breaks to stop with any more.
Thus when I start I can’t stop and keep going and going and going.
I want to stop but the breaks are gone.

Waving around for Inia to stop doesn’t help because she thinks I got this cowboy thing happening with the arm waving and giddy it ups a little more.
Me….me I’m gasping for air just before she bucks me onto the floor.

As I lay there wheezing for air, Inia interpreted that as, "sit on my face" which she did.
I now know why French men have long noses.
So they could breath when a woman is sitting on their face.
I’m not French.

I was getting a facial scrub with a very eager pussy and she knew I was loving it from watching my legs and arms as they were thrashing around.
Why is it you can breathe in and burp out with your mouth and you can only fart out with your ass.
Someone fucked up at the drawing board.
So yeah, loose joints can be dangerous and could lead to respiratory failure.

The doctor said take two pills a day for two weeks and stay in bed so off I went.
To the pharmacy and home to bed.
Rest and relax he said.
PFFFFFFFFFT!!
Next day I was hobbling to another doctor with my father and later that night I managed to tear all the muscles in my lower back.
HA HA HA
Yeah falling apart.

I am on a deadline here and have to get things done.
Being the only one who does anything here I started moving furniture around then decided to pick up the bar top video game.
Bad mistake.
I felt the knee bucking first then the back tried to compensate but I have fucked that up so many times without letting it heal properly it couldn’t hold it.
I could feel the muscles ripping apart and slowly lowered myself to the ground and lay across the machine on the floor.
That’s when the doorbell went off.

“FUCK OFF”!!!!!!!!!

I just lay there for a bit trying to get Frick to call 911.
He bit my face instead.
Little bastard.
I’m getting a gay cat just to fuck him up the ass.

Somehow I crawled to the couch and that’s where D2 found me when she came him with her bf whom I cad move the game to where I was taking it before I messed up my back.
I lay there for a few hours talking to Inia on the phone before deciding to make my way to bed.
On the way to the stairs I opened the door and look at Betty.
She looked down, deflated.

Grabbing her I threw her on the computer chair trying to think of what to do but…..i could tell time was running out fast.
I hobbled to the basement and tossed everything around looking for something I could use but there was nothing to me found.
Using a broken hockey stick I made my way back up the stairs where I found Betty slumped over.
That was it……….
Betty’s gone.

Some of you may remember Betty from better times.

Then



Now



There was only so much duct tape could do damn it.
Rest in pieces Betty.



Tomorrow

Coming to a neighborhood near you

The Betty



So with Betty now gone off to swallow on new horizons I am left with a void to fill.
Or should I say, needing a void to fill.
I could go back to order another Betty for $750 or I can try something different.
I mean there has to be something else.
Another style.

So I went on a search to find a replacement and I was swamped with the first search.
I mean there were selling blow up dolls by the dozen but they all had this stupid look on their face.
You know, like when the doctor sticks his hand up your ass and makes you burp.

About an hour into my search, I found her.
I mean the second I saw her, my Hellenic heritage peeked and I said “that’s her”.
I mean just looking at her you would think, she belongs to some Greek.
Plus me being Canadian, I know a nice beaver tail when I see one “wink”.
I mean she’s perfect don’t you think?



Pretty face and she looks good from both sides



Butt mostly this side is my favorite
I love ponytails.



Might take me a month to inflate it though.
The clit would be where the valve is for you to wrap your lips around and blow.



I guess if you over fill her, she'll blow out the exhaust……

Now if they were smart they’d put a pump in her pussy so you can have fun while filling her up.
Hmmmm, kinda big to hide in the closet or under the bed.
I guess I can throw a blanket over it and tell everyone it’s one of those toy ponies they sell at Wal Mart.
I wonder if they sell it at Wal Mart, they sell everything else for less.

So how much does this Grecian dream sell for?
Hmmm hmmm hmmmm
Huh?
Holy crap
Blink blink blink

$3500 and she’s only 3 feet tall?
Hell I could get a sheep for 50 that’s taller



I miss Betty………

Have a nice Day

Walker

12 Steps To Remember ©

One step to touch the Earth
Two to stand upon it
Three to explore its borders
Four to become lost in it forever

Five steps in one direction
Six in another
Seven brings you love
Eight, sadness

Nine steps to victory
Ten to defeat
Eleven in remembrance
Twelfth step brings you home

Walker

The guns are no longer silent

Lest we forget those who still are.


Walker

Warming Up ©

I’ve become a terrible blogger.
I don’t even know if I can write a post sometimes and it isn’t because I’m lacking material.
Where do I find the time with everything I have been doing?

Let me try writing a post for Last Soul to warm up.
It seems my family and friends have become even more demanding of late.
Doctors appointments
My kids wanted to have a Halloween party.
My father’s car is falling apart but he still thinks it will last
The frame is so rusty and fucked up, you slam on the brakes and the chassis stops but you have to wait for the body to stop too.

Where is the lever of life?
The handle I can pull
To slow down the world
Or jump off before I get dizzy, then go mad.

Maybe it’s to late

The clocks changed last weekend and my kids asked if that meant their party could last an extra hour.
Hmmm
Against everyone’s opinion I let my kids throw a Halloween party.
Rumors were flying around that there was going to be 60 people descending on my modest abode.

My family said they would get drunk on booze and high on drugs then trash the place.
Yeah, like I didn’t think of that but no one said I was smart and I never said I don’t gamble.
I just don’t do it all the time.
Not only did I let them have the party but I even said I would walk away 9pm., go out for three to four hours so they could have fun.
The way I see it is, one day I will have to leave them alone and if they can take care of our home against a mob of living dead then I won’t worry about them if I go away.

When did the stars start moving on by faster than the clouds?
When did the clouds first appear?
To block out the sun
To plunge the world into darkness

Maybe there were always there

Two days before Halloween I found the two girls fighting in the living room.
Frick had jumped on the arm of the chair to watch the screaming match.
They house wasn’t decorated as they wanted and nothing else was prepared.
D1 was saying she worked hard all day and didn’t have the time and D2 was yelling back that she to had to work hard at school to keep her grades up.
Frick ‘s head was bobbing back and forth between the two.
Then I made the fatal mistake.
I offered to help.
Stupid, stupid, stupid

What happened to the bumblebees?
The dragonflies
The fresh smell in the air
Nothing artificial

Maybe this is the new real

8pm Halloween night I was in the kitchen fixing up the table.
I was beat.
The night before I got to bed around 5 am.
D2 and her boyfriend, her new slave, had decorated some of the house and put up police tape all over the place especially around my bedroom door.
All my light bulbs had been replaces with black light and there was a florescent black light at the door.
When they turned that one on, it illuminated a huge “X” in the center of my hardwood floors that you can’t see in normal light.
The previous night I had made seven dips from scratch.
Guacamole, Dracula garlic dip, tzatsiki sauce, sour onion dip, Mexican cheese dip (first to disappear), cucumber dip and salsa.
Corn chips, baby carrots, chopped up celery and mushrooms for the vegans, two dozen deviled eggs and two large platters of cold cuts.
I chopped a couple of baguettes I bought into half inch slices and one half I put on the hottest salami’s I can find topped with jalapeno Havarti and a grape tomato pinning them all together.
The other half had a hard, mild salami with dill Havarti crowned with a green olive.
I rather bread than crackers
None were left.

Is the world spinning fast or are we
Are we the ones spinning our own yarn?
Tying us up in this madness
Following this stopwatch we call living

Maybe we’re too eager

One side of the table had the hot food or food for the living dead and the other had the mild for the victims.
I looked at the clock and it was 8:30 pm.
D1 finished work at none and was getting a ride home so I figured she would be here by 9:30pm but that was fine because D2 and BF were here to help, right?
Right…..
Yeah.

Standing between sunrise and sunset
Lost among the rays burning me away
Empowering me from one side
While the other sucks it all away

Maybe that’s how it’s supposed to be

With the table done I went upstairs and took a quick shower.
Later in the bedroom I strapped on my leg brace.
My left knee has been in rough shape lately with all the running around I have been doing and now had sharp pains shooting through it.
I know one day I will have to let them replace it but for now I am determined to keep all my parts together.
The knee is my curse, ever since I broke it when I was 7.
After lining up top with bottom I strap it on tight then stand up.
When is nice and tight it feels so light.
Probably because the blood supply is cut off.
As I was slipping the jeans on the doorbell went off, over and over.
I thought D2 would get it but it still kept on ringing so I went downstairs and some of the guests were already here, one carrying in two cherry cheese cakes.
Where the fuck was D2?

What happened to the green grass?
The tall trees
The skyscrapers in the forest
The ladders to heaven

Maybe they withered away

9:30pm rolls by and no D2, no D1, just Walker and fifteen people he doesn’t know and to make matters worse none of them knew each other.
It was like standing in a forest of zombies.
One guy was and looked like Bruce Lee.
It helped that he was Asian.

He was standing alone near the door looking like a doorknob.
Must have been the punk chick with the big tits that did that to him.
Trying to be a good host and represent myself among my daughter’s friends I walked over to him.
“Hi, I’m Walker you must be one of D1’s friend, I’m her father. BTW I’m not here, it’s past 9pm”?
He gave me a strange look “Yes” then he stared off towards the ceiling
“She know you from school”, I asked?
“No, from a mutual friend” then we looked up at the ceiling again.
Hmmm, I just painted I don’t know what the fuck he was looking at.
“So…………… you must feel really awkward being here with a bunch of people you don’t know”.
“Like poop in the middle of a field”.
OH, I minded my Ps and Qs, no swearing.

“Umm yes it is a little awkward”.
“Don’t worry about it, after a few drinks and some of those sandwiches on the left you will all be like old bum buddies”.

He reluctantly walked over to the table and picked up a carrot then dipped it into the cheese dip.
Then he grabbed a celery stick and went at the cheese dip again.
He looked at me and said it was good then went for more.
Just then one of D2’s friends walked into the house and straight to me and asked for D2.
I told her I didn’t know where she was.
Maybe food for the zombies
She gave me a lost look.
I asked if I could get her something to drink and she stepped back.
She was bundled up in a coat and wool winter hat tied up under her chin.
She looked really shy and scared.
I told her she could take her coat off and hang it up with the rest and she wrapped her arms around herself so no one would steal it from her.
OOOOOOOKAYYYYYY
Where’s D2?

Bruce Lee came over and asked me where I got the dips and I told him I made them.
He seems surprised then ran back to the table to fight with the rest of the guests for the cheese dip.
Just them D1 walked in followed by four more people, two cowgirls and a busty star trek medical officer.
She asked me where D2 was and I told her I didn’t know.
She walked into the kitchen and was surprised to see everyone there and all the food.
Up until then she didn’t know what I had been up to.

Leaving her in the kitchen I went to the living room where I found shy girl and Bruce staring at Bubbles and Whitie surfing the waves from my new high-powered filter.
D1 came in and walked over and introduced them to the critters I own.
“He calls that big orange one Bubbles".
“The white lobster is Whitie and those two snake like things, the big one is me, and the little one is Mini Me”.
“I’m so glad he didn’t name me”
Pffffft

Just them D2 walked through the door.
“And where were you while your friends were here” I asked her then grabbed her by the arms and dragged her into the living room where I forced her to her knees then told her friends I had a good hold on her and they could start beating on her whenever they were ready.
D2 started screaming “Yes, yes beat me, I deserve it”

D2 got up and started hugging her friends
I turned and went to the door and slid on my leather, turned and told everyone I wasn’t here and was gone.

Now all there is, is concrete
The green grass is black asphalt
The sky dark even before night
What did happen to the dragonflies?

Maybe they found the stars

As the blocks fell behind I started feeling my knee acting up again.
I had to stop once and whack it back into place to stop the sharp pain shooting through my bone.
I got to the bar and it was filling with freaks and all sorts of weird people.
There was a band playing that had Christmas tree stands on their heads.
It was a wild night at the bar with great music and lots of suds.
I sat there for three and a half hours before I saw a red headed leprechaun walk in with a nice big set of melons strapped into an outfit that was two sizes two small.
That’s when I knew it was time to go before the dam broke and people got hurt.

I paid the bartender and started walking home.
It’s one of the longest, short walks I have ever taken but after four stops I turned the corner and the sound of loud music a hundred feet away.
Hobbling down the street to the house I climbed the stairs and opened the door.

Green is green even when it’s gray
The sun shines even if we see it or not
The world is spinning out of control
Time is never on our side anymore

Maybe I need roller blades

That’s if for my Last Soul post, now to go post it.
Nice little warm up after not blogging for a bit but I will try and write up a post for here soon.

Have a nice day

Walker

Sex Talk: Within The Shadow Of The Moon ©

It’s been awhile since I wrote some fiction and with Halloween coming up I figured why not see if I can conjure up something.
Then I thought well I haven’t done a Sex Talk in ages either so why not kill two birds with one stone instead of writing about my boring life.
Truth be told, I enjoy writing fiction every now and again and with little time to write I spent the last four days working on this when I could.

There is explicit sex and language this post so for those who may be offended are welcome to click on any of the great Bloggers on my sidebar.

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“Look at this fucken mess”.
“Geezuz H fucken krist”….
Detective Greer’s hand came up to his face.
He had been on the force for twenty-two years and over those years he had seen a lot that hardened his soul but this scene set him aback.
“Who called this in?” Greer asked Officer Henderson.

Henderson, a ten-year veteran of the force himself was one of the first to arrive at the scene.
It was his puke just inside the door, “It was an anonymous call from a payphone not to far from here.

The evening was cold and damp as he made his way down the dark alley.
Garbage was strewn all over with the smell of piss, shit and other rotting matter reached his sense of smell.
At the end there was flashing red sign filling the alley with an eerie blood red hue.
The puddles looked like blood and his heavy boot splashed into the center of it sending waves to mingle with the rest of the garbage.

He stopped in front of the flashing light and looked up at it.
Red Rum Bar/grill, rooms for let painted below it

His boot still dripping bile stepped onto the crumbling step followed by the other until he stood looking through the door before his leather clad hand pushed through.

The man with the long leather duster came in, without breaking stride he made for the corner table.
She searched for his eyes but they were tucked under the brim of his hat.
His jeans looked like they had seen a lot of wear, especially around his tight ass, her mouth began to water when she caught a glimpse of the bulge in his pants.

A skinny waitress walked over to the table and stood there or a few seconds before she turned and made her way to the small bar at the cash where she gave her order to a big burly man standing behind the bar.
A couple of minutes later she went back to his table where she deposited a bottle of bourbon and a glass for him.

“I’ve never seen you here before, my name is Frankie”, said the waitress.
His hand moved up from somewhere depositing the money for the bourbon on the table.
With out saying a word she picked it up then walked away.

She had a pretty face he thought.

His hand reached out taking the bottle in his hand, opening it with the other before pouring himself a full glass.
Screwing the cap back on he placed the bottle to the side of the table then picked up his glass and tilted it to his lips pouring its caustic contents down his throat.

He saw her through the gap between darkness and the rim of his hat as she sat by the window looking at him.
Sitting in her chair with the corner sticking out between her legs, one of her heels hooked to the chair rail parting them enough to expose one of her milky white thighs that had been wrapped in a long black flowing skirt before in slipped out between the folds.

He was still looking at her through the amber fluid when he saw her stand up behind the shadow of his glass then start walking towards him.
Filling his mouth he put the glass down on the table while he held it there to feel the poison burning his tongue as she walked towards him.

She had dark eyes with long flowing black hair that fell down past full breasts, which hung perfect and free behind her flimsy silky red blouse with red rose peeking up out of the valley
Long legs with slender feet wrapped in leather sandals carried her to the table.
Standing at the foot of the table she looked down on him, “buy a lady a drink” she asked.

Without lifting his glance up he moved his hand out pushing the bottle towards her.
“A little short on manners today I see” she said.
His hat tilted up and she looked into two dead eyes with fire trapped in them below the rim of the hat then his hand started pulling the bottle back towards him.
She quickly sat down and grabbed for the bottle taking his hand in her.

His hand was hot, very hot.
She could almost feel his hot blood surging through his veins even through the leather glove.
Letting her fingers slip off of his leather clad hand she took hold of the bottle and pulled it towards her as he slowly lessened his grip on it.

Turning to her left she called out to the waitress, “Frankie can I get a glass please”.
Frankie walked over with a glass for her and she thanked her with a lustful grin, which Frankie returned it return

“So, Mr. Mystery Man, do you have a name or should we just give you one”.
“My name is Miranda”.
Silence was her answer.
“We can call you tight cheeks’, she laughed.

His hand appeared out of the dark recesses of his coat to take the bottle; filling his glass half way then stopped for a brief second before reaching over to fill hers.
“Oh, maybe we should call you Mr. Generous” she purred.
His head tilted up a bit so she could see his cold eyes burning just under the brim of his hat

Taking the glass in his hand he brought it to his lips, paused then pushed it back before he brought the glass back down to the table without making as much as a whisper of sound.
He stood up slowly and walked to the bar.
“Room” he said.

The burly bartender looked at him then turned and taking a key off the wall
“Room 3” he said, “20 bucks up front”.
Licking his lips the bartender waited for his money.

His hand came out holding a roll of bills.
With his thumb he pushed out the top twenty exposing a hundred under it dropping the twenty on the bar before stepping back towards his table.
Turning he two steps to his table then reached over taking the bottle by the neck then walked towards the stairs leading upstairs to the rooms.

“Hey what about me” Miranda called out?
He kept walking up the stairs.
No one in her long life had ever blown her off like that and she didn’t like it.
Didn’t like it one bit.
She looked toward the bar and Frankie who had a smirk on her face.

Greer walked up to the table where the body of a naked young woman lay tits down.
Tits down because her face was staring up at the ceiling.
A large chunk was missing from her neck and her back was raked with what look like nail marks.
A white substance ran out from between her butt cheeks and down her thighs dripping to the floor.
Whatever made those couldn’t have been human.
“What do you think did that?” Greer said.
“I have no idea, I guess that’s why you’re the detective isn’t it”.

Greer gave Henderson a glance without saying a word then walked past the mangled body of the woman and towards the bar.
Behind it there was a man lying on the floor holding his stiff cock in his hand with a bullet hole in his forehead.
“This poor bastard’s been shot” said Greer.
“Yeah, my partner Officer Michaels shot him” returned Henderson.
“What, why” asked Greer?
“It was dark when we walked in here and as we got deeper into the place he walked towards the bar”.
“When he walked around he saw, ‘that guy’ on the floor, jerking off then shot him but in the dark he thought the guy was going for a weapon”.
Greer looked down at the body, “Look at the size of that, it looks like a weapon, your partner will get off”.
“That’s more than I can say about this poor fuck”.

The stranger climbed to the top of the stairs and looked down the hallway to the door at the other end with the number three painted on the front.
Slowly he moved down the dimly lit hallway toward his room and as he passed the door with the number one painted on it he heard a woman laughing on the other side.
Each step hi took the laughter died away until he passed room two.
He had only gone a step beyond the door when the door for room one opened up and a woman ran out.

Her large tits swung down towards her waist as she ran up the hallway towards him.
“Hey mister”, she called “want to suck on some ripe melons big boy, Ha, Ha, Ha”?
“How about a three some” she yelled out?
“I bet you got a cock on you and know how to use it on a woman, not like that fag in the room”.
“Hey, I’m talking to you, mister” she took a quick step and grabbed him by the back of the arm.

She could hear a low growl coming from the other side of him as he slowly turned around and looked into her eyes.
The fire burning deep in his eyes, scaring her, causing her to let go of his arm and take a step back.

A man stumbled out of the room wearing a bra and guarder belt, his cock and balls dangling between his legs.
.
“There you are” he walked up to her then looked at the other man.
“Is this guy bothering you because if he is…..”?
The stranger shifted his gaze to the man.
He stopped talking.
The stranger turned and continued to walk towards the end of the hallway.
Taking the woman by the arm, the man dragged her back to their room and locked the door.

Taking the key he pushed it into the lock and turned it.
The door swung open into the musty room.
With his left hand he reached in and flipped the switch on then surveyed the room before stepping in.
Pulling the key from the lock her pushed it closed with his right hand then made sure it was locked before stepping up to the bed.

He pulled his hat off letting the dirty light of the room fall across his long greasy locks then tossed the hat to the center of the bed.
Pushing his shoulders back her let the duster slip off of his shoulders and down to his awaiting hand.
He draped the coat on the chair next to the bed then stood in front of the mirror to stare at him when a whisper caught his senses.
He keenly looked at the door as if to see through it.

A knock came from the door and he looked at it through the mirror.
He suspected it would be the woman from the bar, as he expected.

Who the fuck did he think he was, ignoring her as he did.
Grabbing up the glasses from the table she started up the stairs after him, she was going to show him that no one walks away from her and then….., then she’ll make him pay.
She walked down the hallway towards room three.

As she approached room one the door opened a few inches and a woman stood behind it pulling at her cunt while grinding the side of her head against the door jam.
“He’s going to fuck the shit out of you, then I’m going to be next, HA, HA, HA”!!!!
The woman was jerked away from the door then slammed shut.

“So this is the crime scene,” asked Greer.
“This is part of it, replied Henderson, “There is more upstairs.
“It can’t be worse than this shit”, said Greer.
“I’ll let you decide that”, returned Henderson.

They both started walking up the stairs next to the bar and as Greer got to the top of the stairs he saw the body lying half way down the hallway.
He slowly made his way to the body with Henderson walking behind him.
“Fuck, what kind of an animal does this shit” choked Greer.
Greer walked around and looked down at the woman.
Her breasts had been torn apart and crotch had been, what looked like, eaten away.
“Look at her face, she’s smiling”, Henderson said.
Greer looked at her face and she was smiling.

To his right he saw an open door and walked in.
The room was a wreck and on the bed was a man in garters lagging face down, he looked like he had been brutally sodomized.
Greer walked to the bed and rolled the body over.
“What the hell is that in his mouth”, asked Henderson?
Greer leaned in then looked back at Henderson, ”It’s his gear”.
“His cock and balls”, said Greer.
Henderson started turning green then ran out the door.

Miranda made her way down to the end of the hallway and the door marked with a three on it.
She stood in front of the door letting her temper subside before she knocked.
What she should do is kick in the door and break his fucken balls but that might attract unwanted attention and then there was that delicious bulge she was dieing to sink her teeth into.
She pulled the blouse down a bit to expose a little bit more of her wears before she reached out and knocked on the door.

She didn’t hear any sound coming from the room.
“Hey Mr. Generous, it’s Miranda from the bar downstairs, I brought our glasses up”.
“I figured you wanted me to bring them up”, she said.
She heard the lock snap open then the door slowly opened up to a dark room.
Miranda pushed the door slowly and watched at what little light in the hallway poured into the dark abyss.
“Hello”, she called into the room.

Miranda stepped into the room and as she did the door swung shut and in the dark she could hear the locks bolt slide into place.
“ I thought maybe we could finish up the rest of that bottle and get a little better acquainted with each other,” she offered to the darkness.

She felt a breeze move past her to the left then a low growl came from her right before she was swept off her feet and planted against the wall off the room.
The red light from the sign forced its way through the flimsy curtain to cast a shadow over her prisoner.
She could make out his curly locks dropping down past his shoulders.
His sharp facial features.

“I have our glasses she” said.
He stood there silent in the dark for a few seconds then his lips mashed violently against hers while his fingers grabbed at her body and pulling it tighter to his.
His lips mauled hers like a hungry animal that had been starving for a long time.

Swinging her away from the wall they dropped on top of the bed still locked at the lips.
Miranda tossed the glasses aside then wrapped her legs around his slim waist and started mauling his lips in return.
Grabbing her head with both hands he started kissing her face then went to her neck where he ran his tongue over her smooth skin then bit her neck, hard.
Not hard enough to break the skin but hard enough to send electrical shocks throughout her body.

She could feel the growl growing in his chest as she sank her nails into his back; his teeth sank deeper as she engraved herself into his flesh.
When his teeth bit her earlobes her nipples almost burst with delight.
Sensing her pleasure he climbed even higher on her body bearing down on her head assaulted her earlobes, neck and lips with even more enthusiasm.

Moving down her neck he tore the blouse open, taking a mouthful of flesh in his mouth.
Her skin was cold against his hungry lips and burning tongue but it didn’t stop him from taking her marble hard nipple in his mouth and suck it before grinding it between his teeth.

As his lips fed on her breasts his left hand tore away the blouse then parted her skirt and was ripping off her panties.
When he had them thrown clear across the room he made his way down her torso to her pussy where he pushed her legs wide to sniff her dripping cunt.

His long tongue reached out and let one of the droplets fall on the tip of his tongue then took it to taste her burning lust for what he had to give her.

Reaching over with his lips he touched her inner thigh and felt its softness against his lips.
Then lick it up all the way to her calf where he sunk his teeth into her firm calves.
He felt her pull away but her grabbed her legs tightly and bit her again but harder until her heard a moan escape from her lips.
He let his teeth mark a trail back down to her thigh when like magic his teeth became gentle lips caressing her thigh along with his tongue.

Moving from her thigh he nuzzled against her swollen clit then let his tongue gently pass over it.
He felt her tremble when he took it between his lips and started sucking on it a little.

Her legs started moving up and down then around his head, while his hands held her cheeks as he ate her moistening pussy.
His tongue slipped in and out of her lips then gliding over her clit once more marking it for another assault by his lips.

He was driving her insane with his sucking and licking.
Every time she tried to move a little he pushed her closer to him and worked on her pussy more feverishly.
As his face pressed up against her pussy she met his lips with hers as she moved her butt up and down against his hungry mouth.

The burning desire in her was growing bigger and bigger with every pass of his tongue driving her mad with lust.
With both her legs now securely around his neck she twisted to her left until she managed to roll him on his back to mount his face.
Grabbing him with both her hands she started fucking his face, pressing down as hard as she could and feeling his sharp features biting into her erupting desires as his lips sucked on her clit as hard as he could.

She was now curled up in a ball around his head moving back and forth as fast as she could, grinding her raw cunt into his face until the world started spinning and a roar erupted from her lips before gushing all over his face
Her limbs slackened and found herself once more being rolled to her back where the relentless attack by his lips continued sparking a stream of eruptions within her mind, triggering a surge and awakening the beast.

Pulling both her legs back to his shoulder she shoved him not only off of her but across the room, slamming into the wall.
Miranda crawled off the bed hunger burning through her eyes.
His piercing eyes raged back at her.



Crawling on all fours she moved up between his legs staring at the ever-growing bulge in his jeans then reached out and grabbed it with her right hand pulling his body the rest of the way down to her.

She looked down at her prize, a drop of saliva ran from her lips dripping from her mouth to his jeans and staining them with her lust.
Hungry fingers grabbed at the belt buckle, fumbling until it parted and she opened it wide to get to the top button of his pants.
Opening the button she slowly pulled down the zipper and his thick cock sprung out grazing her lips.

Greer followed Henderson out of the room to the hallway and the body of the mangled woman grinning up at them.
Greer looked down the hallway to the open door at the other end.
“What’s down there “, Greer asked.
“The beginning I think”, answered Henderson as he wiped his lips with the back of his sleeve.

He was so thick she couldn’t get her fingers around his shaft and it was still getting harder and thicker with each of her strokes.
Releasing his cock she pulled off his pants and sat between his spread legs and returned to her stroking.
Bending down she ran her long slender tongue the length of his cock then down to his balls, parting them before taking each one in her lips.

Moving up on all fours she lowered her lips to the head of his cock taking it in her mouth slowly forcing it deeper and adjusting for its size.
His cock swelled to its full size in her mouth as her head slid it in and out between her lips.
She hungrily tortured the head of his cock, licking and biting it when she wasn’t sucking while pulling at his balls.
It’s warmth made her mouth water and she could feel the blood surging through his shaft, almost taste it.

Releasing his cock from her grasp she stood up and parted with the tattered remains of her clothes then straddled his body.
Slowly she lowered herself onto his waiting cock, guiding it between her legs and into her beckoning inferno.
Slowly she rocked back and forth taking a little more of him each time until with one last push she took him all, impaling herself on his hard cock.

He took her by the hips and she rode his cock and pushed up meeting her with his thrusts.
He could feel the beast inside her and knew it was only a matter of time before it would make its appearance.
She had picked up her pace and was now crashing down on him, pounding his body into the floor.
Throwing her head back she felt the eruption moving from the pit of her center of being through her body until it burst from her lips.
Blazing eyes look down before she collapsed on top of him.

Pushing her off, his slippery eel sliding out as she flopped next to him on the floor.
He stood up then pulled her off of the ground carrying her to the bed when he tossed her face down on it.
Spreading her legs apart he knelt between them then taking a leg in each hand and pulling her to him as he pushed his way back inside her.

His presence started to wake her senses up once more as he moved in deeper into her body.
His fingers digging into her thighs as he ram himself all the way in then pulled back to ram her brutally once more.
Picking up a steady rhythm he jolted her body with every thrust.

She arched her back, giving him the straightest path inside her as he pasted her ass red with his thighs.
Her head dropped down; looking past her dangling tits she could see his balls slapping her pussy getting her even more excited but she was running out of energy and would soon need to eat.

His head swam with ecstasy or was it madness, maybe both.
He fed off of her lust that drove him to fuck her like a raging beast as his pace picked up and he slammed his body into hers.
His hand reach under grabbing her tit, squeezing it with his fingers as his teeth sank into her back.
Her ass pushed hard against his cock as his fingers pinched her nipple hard.
They were both locked in a pushing contest.
Him trying to get more out of what he had and Miranda taking all she could get but she was weakening.

Pulling back out of her he reached down slipping two fingers inside her then started buttering the valley between her cheeks with her cum.
Knowing what was coming next her body shuddered with anticipation as his fingers passed over her with every stroke.
Cock in hand he moved behind her and started pushing himself inside her.
Her nails dug into the bed as he pushed past her guard and when he grasped her hips she knew this was going to be a wild ride.

The pain and pleasure exploded in her mind as he pumped her ass with his hard cock.
Her knees were beginning to weaken under the onslaught of his mad passion and couldn’t wait any more.
She had to take what she needed now while his adrenaline was at its peak.
As he wildly fucked her ass her features began to change away from hi, two long fangs extended from behind her lips.
Letting herself fall flat on the bed with her on top of him she waited until he rested his arm next to her then with a quick move shot her head out and sank her teeth into his arm.

A loud howl bellowed from his lips as she bit him
He tried to pull his arm away but she held in with a firm in her hand and mouth.
The pain shot through him electrifying his whole body and soul swelling him up in size.
His eyes blazed fire and his body expanded in size.
First his back and shoulders started to spread then thicken, his hands and fingers grew long and sharp, as did the fangs in his mouth.

As she sucked on his arm she started to feel his cock grow inside her, bigger than he was before, a lot bigger and his arm was getting bigger also.
Hairy too.
Just then it dawned on her.
Releasing her grip on his arm she pushed up quickly but was shoved back down and held there by a powerful hand.
She felt fear for the first time in her life.

The growl behind her grew louder and deeper as also was huge cock inside her.
The wind blew the curtains away from the window revealing the full moon up in the sky mocking her and she struggled to get away but yet, she didn’t want to either.
The beast-standing behind her had now sank his claws into her sides as he pounded her mercilessly.
Showing it in her as her ass came back to meet his thrusts.
Again she bit into the arm propped next to her and sucked the blood out of the dripping veins.

The pain turned to rage, which he delivered back to her with harder and faster thrusts until everything erupted before him and in his mind.
Pulling out his cum splashed across her back while his first load poured out from between her cheeks.

Greer walked up to the room and the door had been shattered out from the inside.
Stepping into room three his eyes automatically when to the bed.
The bed was covered in blood but there was no body.
Walking around to the other side to see if there was a body there but there wasn’t.
He turned around to Henderson and cave him a questioning look.

“ I know, we looked but didn’t find any one else”, said Henderson.
“We thought it might be the woman in the hallways blood”.
Somehow Greer doubted that.
Turning toward the door he stopped then bent down and picked up a red rose off of the floor.
Turning it in his fingers a couple of times he then put it on top of the dresser then walked out of the room.

Staggering back off the bed he stood in the middle of the room, cum still shooting from his erect cock.
The wind moved the curtains once more and the moonlight shone on his face driving his mind mad.
Shielding his face with his hand he ran for the door crashing through it.

“I’m here big boy’, oh yeah that’s what I call meat baby, come give momma some HA, HA, HA!!!!!!!” the woman down the hall screeched as she stood there naked slapping her cunt like a slab of meat.

With his cock still dripping he charged at her hitting her to the ground then digging her claws into her fat tits.
He ran his tongue over his ripe pussy a couple of times then bit her ripping it off before mounting her.

A slight movement caught his eye from the room off of the hallway.
Jumping off of her he quickly bashed through the opened door and spotted someone in a dress running for the window.
With a single leap he knocked her down and jump on her back.
Ripping the dress off he looked down confused at the two balls and cock hanging there so he tore them out of his way and went back to feeding his hunger.

“Did you see what that fucken bitch did to me and you, you fat fuck, you let the bitch bit my throats” Frankie yelled at the bartender.
“ I should go up there and punch her fucken lights in while she fucking that freak,” she swore.

Just then she saw the bartenders eyes bulge and almost pop out of his head before he duck behind the bar.
She turned just in time to see the biggest hairy dog she ever seen grab her by the throat and throw her across the room.



As she started getting up she was grabbed once more and thrown onto a table where her clothes were torn off of her body and tossed aside.

Without warning something huge was being forced into her pussy painfully and she knew she was being fucked by a monster when she almost passed out, after a few minutes she couldn’t feel anything anymore.

He looked down as he fucked her and remembered something through the raging storm in his head.
Then her remembered, he bent down and twisted her head around.
She had a pretty face.

Greer stood by the table downstairs where he first walked into the nightmare.
Just them Henderson walked up to him and introduced two FBI agents that had been assigned to the case.
“This is special agent Wolf and his partner special agent Valdez”, reported Henderson.

They all shook hands.
“So what brings the FBI here tonight”, asked Greer.
“Mass killing, the head office wants us to look in on it”, said Wolf.
“Well then knock yourselves out and don’t forget to go upstairs”, said Greer.

Henderson and Greer stood by downstairs for forty-five minutes before the agents came walking back downstairs again.
Wolf walked over and told Greer that they would like copies of their report and they could send it to him or to his partner Miranda Valdez.

Greer watched them both leave and then noticed that Valdez had a red rose tucked into her cleavage.

Happy Halloween

Walker

Is Here And Hell The Same? ©

Post more often says Boxer and Luka.
I want to but I don’t have time to read blogs thus refuse to post.
I’m kind of weird that way.
I throw one up on Last Soul every now and then but that stuff pours out of me in five minutes as apposed to a few hours working on one of these.

“Hey, D1 do you mind if I play my music”.
“Yeah whatever, if you can call that music”?
Fucken kids

What have I been up too?
Going through crap many of you are going through or have.
If you haven’t and will be going through it later in life then may I say?

RUN!!!!!

Run for your lives or your sanity, which ever you treasure the most.

My life has been mayhem for the last few months.
I can’t seem to be able to escape it; it just follows me around like a curse.
D2 and I are not seeing eye to eye and she’s pushing back.

I’m afraid she is leaning in the wrong direction and pointing it out to her falls on deaf ears.
Yeah I know those years and how I was but I at least was street smart, she just jumping off cliffs without looking over the side first.
Her sister went out of her way to get her a job working part time at the same place she is working which would have put at least six hundred bucks a month in her pocket but she colored her hair instead knowing they wouldn’t hire her with her hair being the way it looks today.

She turns 18 this month and that means her allowance goes to zero.
The job would have put money in her pockets and padded her resume for when she finished school and went looking for a job she would like but no…

Their mother, my EX is still around.
Seems she escaped from her country love nest and was in town to haunt me.
She had called D1 and told her she wanted to come by to see her on Wednesday and she did.
Not only did she come by but also she brought the Pomeranian from hell along with her.
Her BF doesn’t like dogs so the dog was tied outside in the country fighting off raccoons and skunks through the night every day and now looked mean with hair all over the place along with the attitude to go with it.
Looked like a pissed off Gene Simmons.



She comes in and they sit in my living room.
Me, I went back to the basement to finish off hanging a shelf for D1’s art studio.
When I came upstairs D1 asked me about drinks for her Halloween party that they are holding at my house.
Oh yeah, it’s going to be a fun month.

So I showed her a few and she tasted them with her mother.
D1 didn’t like them but her mother drank hers and D1’s then drained the shaker.
Some things never change.

We talked for a few minutes and I went back downstairs to my work leaving them upstairs to talk.
About an hour later I come upstairs and find the ex in my kitchen pouring out what was left of the sour apple schnapps into the shaker with what looked like about six ounces of vodka and started shaking it up.

I’m not a big drinker like I used to be so I have a couple of bottles in the cupboard just in case something comes up where a drink is needed but this isn’t one of them.
I walk in and she looks at me then starts laughing.
Me I’m thinking “Be nice, it’s only booze”.
I could see the vodka was down about a pint and the sour apple schnapps was sour no more.

I asked her what she was doing and she said she thought I wouldn’t mind.
Would I mind?
Let’s see.
She got drunk, and then she stabbed me.
Another time she got drunk and bludgeoned me in my sleep with the empty bottle.
Set me up which ended up really ugly for six cops and me.

When she is sober she is skipping in her own world.
“Yeah I mind if your drink my booze”.
I look at D1 and told her that her mother was her responsibility then went downstairs hoping when I came up next she would be gone.

Thirty minutes later I came back up and my EX was passed out on the couch with the demon dog snarling at me chained to my coffee table.
D1 was nowhere in sight.

Great.
Remember this is the woman who accused me of raping her for nearly 20 years.
I walk around the dog and call to her.
She mumbled something then slid down the couch.
I got a little closer and Gene showed me his ugly teeth; I called to her to wake up but nothing.

Fuck

I move in and the fucken dog jumped at me and I grabbed him by the throat and held him there snarling at my hand while I was trying to shake her awake.
She started to stir and half opened her eyes.
I told her she had to go home.
She said she couldn’t stand.
D1 was going to here about this I thought to myself.

I told her to push herself up off the floor and onto the couch at least.
She did then passed out again.
Letting the dog go I went to the kitchen to wash the slobber off of my hand.
Good thing she got the dog fucken shots.

There was nothing I could do but let her sleep.
I went back in and told her she could sleep it off.
She asked if she could use the middle bedroom.
Umm, NO!!!!!!!

I had the rooms already set up for Inia’s kids who were coming for Canadian Thanksgiving and the last thing I needed was her puking all over it.
She pukes after she drinks.
I let her pass out on the couch for about an hour when the fucken dog starts whining.
Damn dog had to go for a fucken piss and she was out like a light.

I walk into the room and he starts snarling at me but it was either take him out or watch him piss all over my carpet.
I grab at the lease and he came at me but I shoved him off and the second time I grabbed and pinned him to the floor while I undid the quadruple knot.

Untied I dragged him to the door and swung him out, down the stairs and let him chase me across the street to the grass.
The little fucker can snarl and pee at the same fucken time.
On the way back we played kick the head and bite the ankle.
After getting the dog re-secured to the leg of the coffee table I went to my computer and dropped into the seat.
It wasn’t long before Inia came on line and asked “How was your day”?
Ha, it’s passed out on the couch.

So I told her what was going on.
She was laughing, thought it was funny.
That’s ok, I’ll get even with the Magic Bullet post.



How many of you are now thinking, “I never thought of using it like that”.
They say you can make a meal in 10 second.
You can spin a buffet in fifteen “Wink”.

Yeah I know what you’re thinking.
Yeah sure, just like you told us about your friend who freaked out when he couldn’t find you.
I’ve been busy freaking out myself and besides I told him.
“Watch out”.
But he is a dumb ass.
He goes to Brazil Rio de Janeiro and asks some guy in a car he wants to go see the statue of Christ on the mountain with his arms stretched out.
Thirty minutes later he found himself at the foot of the statue with his arms stretched out while the guy took all his money from his pockets, leaving him there to walk back.

I told him before he left that he was to stupid to go to South America.
Catholic school teacher that he is he had to go be with the other Catholics.
“No”, he said “They are nice god fearing catholic people there”.
So is the Mafia.

He hides for a week in his hotel room until the day he is to leave but he is not going home.
No, he takes off for a month to Venezuela where he has rented a house for a month.
The second day there he is kidnapped at knifepoint as he is walking down the street at night.
As they are racing down the street in this little car he says he opened the door and fell out.
The car stopped and they jumped out after him.
He said he ran down the street past people as his kidnappers chased behind.
He ran down an alley and duck into this restaurant/dance club where they only dance the Tango.
He hid out there for a few hours before going back to the house he had rented.
I asked him what he did after that.
He said he only went out in the morning to get supplies and hid in the house until the day came for his flight to leave.

He said he called but I wasn’t home, like I could have helped other than telling everyone one his story.
I told him he should have called his travel agent.

Around 1 am the EX started to stir on the couch so I told Inia I would be back and went in to see if she was ready to leave.
I said, “are you sober now”, and she said, “I have to puke”.
I knew it.
I moved quick, like the bionic man from the show and ran to the corner grabbing the hemp woven waste basket and tossing it side armed beaning her between the eyes just in time.
Hey, it was soft ok.
I didn’t know about the Snapple bottle in it.

After all of that she was wide awake and able to stand but wobbled a bit so being the gentle man that I am I offered to walk her half way home or as far as the most dangerous part of town at that time of the night.
She had nothing to worry about with Gene by her side little ankle biter that he was.

I told Inia I would be right back and led her out the door.
First thing I did was step on a bag of shit she had left on the first step when she got here.
Fuck, at least she picks it up.

We start walking down the street for about two blocks in silence and she asks if she could ask me something.
If it keeps her walking I’m game so I say sure.

“I don’t think I love the new BF”.
“HUH”?!

No, no, no, "can I ask you something" means you need to know how the remote works.

“ I love the way he eats my pussy and he drives me nuts but he can’t make me cum”.
“Walk faster”!

“ I think I still love the old guy, he doesn’t eat me out but he can make me cum just by fucking me”.
“Why is that dog slowing down”?!

“Here we are; I hope you have a safe trip the rest of the way”?
“What do you think I should do”?
“Duck tape a vibrator to the Hoover and live happily ever after”.

Have a nice day

Walker