Saturday, January 06, 2007

Power is .....

Meeting a woman
She is, say 26 or 27 years old. May be 30.
Beautiful.
Intelligent.
Has full use of her mental faculties or else you would be in jail or in the ground.
You feed her a lot of garbage and tall stories.
She laughs merrily, slaps your back affectionately.
Camaraderie. Funny guy. She decides she likes you.
You manage to convince/trick her to come home with you.
Or better still go to her home.
You lead her by the arm to the bedroom.
The real killer is if she leads you to the bedroom.
Buttons open, things push out for fresh air.
You hook your index fingers into the firewall.
Expand the elastic band and start pulling down.
She stretches her arms and grabs the bed headboard, edge of the desk, armrests, anything.
A sign of good faith on her part. Boy, I am not going to try and stop you.
She lifts her lower back to facilitate un-obstructed travel of the firewall down the legs.
The firewall crosses the most important milestone, her toes.
You throw it to the far wall, lest she decides you are not going to be lucky, grabs it back and pulls it on.
All systems are down. Or is it go? Be the judge.
It feels like authorized bank robbery, with guards and management cheering you on.
Then she puts her right one 4 feet from your left hip. The left leg another 4 feet from your right hip.
Welcome to my parlour, Mr President.



But I read somewhere that power corrupts. I will tell you all about that in a short while .......

2 Comments:

Blogger Princess said...

"Welcome Mr. President?" You are too funny!!

Monday, January 08, 2007 3:28:00 AM  
Blogger aJamaa said...

Well in. I am so envious.

Monday, January 08, 2007 7:26:00 AM  

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