AZOTUSLAND chapter Forty Four
The next morning Maurice came in unexpectedly early. He often went tot he Big Room with Rev. Tanka, but today he went upstairs somewhat to look for Jim.
When he got there Renata took his order.
"Just black coffee" he said and Renata wrinkled her nose. "Now Maurice you are a Latte Man!" she cooed. He looked at her ladling the foamed milk into the dark brown cup and he thought he might get sick.
"No, just black," he said.
When he got to the register he looked at Jim with big soft eyes and Jim asked "What's wrong Maurice?"
"Can I talk to you man?"
"Sure, let me get someone and I'll join you in a few," Jim said.
He made change, then called to see if Maugham could cover. He could.
When Maugham came in he smirked and Jim nodded and he went over and sat with Maurice.
"Wussup brother," Jim said in his bad-pseudo whiteman inflection.
"Rev. Tanka is in the hospital," he said "And I do not think he is going to make it."
Jim asked him to tell the whole story and he did.
********
Because it was a criminal investigation, the insurance agent showed up that day and took statements from the few there on Tuesday night. He wrote Jim a check right off and wished him luck.
Jim decided to deposit it in a new account for a special purpose...just $42,000. He didn't need a fancy car. He hardly ever drove it and Manfred could bring the Jeep around or he would buy an old Volvo and Manfred could drive in circles.
Jim skipped his nap and headed to the hospital. It felt weird to do visitation but he knew what he was doing.
He came into Tanka's room and he was on a mess of machines keeping him viable.
When no one was around he took Tanka's hand and prayed for him. The machines seem to inhabit the spirit of his lost life.
He stood and kissed Rev. Tanka lightly on the forehead and said a ancient Christian blessing and left.
As he walked away he knew the man was now a charlatan. It did not matter. Perhaps when younger he was not. Jim knew some of minsiterial wounds and carried them still with a limp. He thought how beautiful Tanka was in an utterly odd way. The trip from tragedy or comedy to "good news" or redemption was often a short one.
He decided on the way home what to do if Tanka became well enough to see visitors. In the meantime, he would spend 30 minutes a day with him in silence.
********
When Sex got home from the cafe the kids where nowhere to be seen.
The house had candles and a simple dinner had been bought and laid out.
He gave her a cocktail and she drank it down.
It burned.
"Another" she demanded.
He didn't say a word, he just poured, while she looked over his hard muscular body. Damn this man was fine.
After that he put her drink away and kissed her hard, then soft, then harder, then softer until she was wet and her nipples hard. He was rough. She roughed back. She liked that as he laid her down and grabbed her from underneath. She looked into his eyes...the boy...the man...the fire...desire. She flexed her toes as he made a bold move...unusual for him.
It was perfect tonight.
********
"What do you think of me Martine?" Maugham asked. She sat next to him on the deck, and he could smell her and loved her smell.
"I think you are the best man I have ever known," she said. "And the worst."
"That bad?"
"Not so very bad," she said and she kissed him. "Plus a real woman likes a scoundral too."
*********
Sex was on top now trusting down like a man on him and whipping her blond hair back and forth. "You wanna ride baby?" she panted aggresively. Then she reached down and lightly bited his nipples and dug in deeper. The boy...the man...her man...and he loved her and she him and she drove down harder as if to take them to some mystical place that lovers rarely ever see..a place where God kisses your forehead when you have an orgasm with your husband.
Yes husband.
Sex loved her husband and wanted him now. And all he had ever wanted was her.
He flipped her over and she flipped him back and they both came as they wrestled, thrusted and laughed in a wonderful sweaty mess.
They had been married 14 years.
It just got better if you let it.
When he got there Renata took his order.
"Just black coffee" he said and Renata wrinkled her nose. "Now Maurice you are a Latte Man!" she cooed. He looked at her ladling the foamed milk into the dark brown cup and he thought he might get sick.
"No, just black," he said.
When he got to the register he looked at Jim with big soft eyes and Jim asked "What's wrong Maurice?"
"Can I talk to you man?"
"Sure, let me get someone and I'll join you in a few," Jim said.
He made change, then called to see if Maugham could cover. He could.
When Maugham came in he smirked and Jim nodded and he went over and sat with Maurice.
"Wussup brother," Jim said in his bad-pseudo whiteman inflection.
"Rev. Tanka is in the hospital," he said "And I do not think he is going to make it."
Jim asked him to tell the whole story and he did.
********
Because it was a criminal investigation, the insurance agent showed up that day and took statements from the few there on Tuesday night. He wrote Jim a check right off and wished him luck.
Jim decided to deposit it in a new account for a special purpose...just $42,000. He didn't need a fancy car. He hardly ever drove it and Manfred could bring the Jeep around or he would buy an old Volvo and Manfred could drive in circles.
Jim skipped his nap and headed to the hospital. It felt weird to do visitation but he knew what he was doing.
He came into Tanka's room and he was on a mess of machines keeping him viable.
When no one was around he took Tanka's hand and prayed for him. The machines seem to inhabit the spirit of his lost life.
Hand of God, judgment of God, words and breath of God.
Hand of Man, judgment of Man, words and breath of Man.
"My ways are not your ways, neither are your thoughts my thoughts"
He stood and kissed Rev. Tanka lightly on the forehead and said a ancient Christian blessing and left.
As he walked away he knew the man was now a charlatan. It did not matter. Perhaps when younger he was not. Jim knew some of minsiterial wounds and carried them still with a limp. He thought how beautiful Tanka was in an utterly odd way. The trip from tragedy or comedy to "good news" or redemption was often a short one.
He decided on the way home what to do if Tanka became well enough to see visitors. In the meantime, he would spend 30 minutes a day with him in silence.
********
When Sex got home from the cafe the kids where nowhere to be seen.
The house had candles and a simple dinner had been bought and laid out.
He gave her a cocktail and she drank it down.
It burned.
"Another" she demanded.
He didn't say a word, he just poured, while she looked over his hard muscular body. Damn this man was fine.
After that he put her drink away and kissed her hard, then soft, then harder, then softer until she was wet and her nipples hard. He was rough. She roughed back. She liked that as he laid her down and grabbed her from underneath. She looked into his eyes...the boy...the man...the fire...desire. She flexed her toes as he made a bold move...unusual for him.
It was perfect tonight.
********
"What do you think of me Martine?" Maugham asked. She sat next to him on the deck, and he could smell her and loved her smell.
"I think you are the best man I have ever known," she said. "And the worst."
"That bad?"
"Not so very bad," she said and she kissed him. "Plus a real woman likes a scoundral too."
*********
Sex was on top now trusting down like a man on him and whipping her blond hair back and forth. "You wanna ride baby?" she panted aggresively. Then she reached down and lightly bited his nipples and dug in deeper. The boy...the man...her man...and he loved her and she him and she drove down harder as if to take them to some mystical place that lovers rarely ever see..a place where God kisses your forehead when you have an orgasm with your husband.
Yes husband.
Sex loved her husband and wanted him now. And all he had ever wanted was her.
He flipped her over and she flipped him back and they both came as they wrestled, thrusted and laughed in a wonderful sweaty mess.
They had been married 14 years.
It just got better if you let it.
posted by Obi-Mac BakDon | 2:46 PM
2 Comments:
finally!
better and better.
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was rev tanbka poisoned? or did he have a seizure or what? i'm so confused!
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