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Giving Shit

Edward Julian Watson kissed like a frog, his gaping wide-open mouth is all tongue long enough to lick to the back of her molars and beyond. He mashed his face hard into her mouth whenever he kissed her and his teeth bit painfully into her lips and when she reacted in pain, he seemed to like it more. He wasn't pleasant to kiss. Becki wonder why she even bothered at all. But she knew why. She felt obligated to. Edward Julian Watson was always asking Becki out on dates.
Fantastic dates. He would say to her:
“Becki, I would like to take you to the turtle race down at the Farmers Market this Saturday morning.”
“Becki, there is a King Arthur festival at the edge of town. How does Friday evening sound?”
"Becki,
And presently, "Becki,
Becki always wanted to do the things he asked. Every single one of them. The dates sounded charming to her ears. Indeed, Edward Julian Watson was quite the man.


Besides the kissing there were other things Becki did not like about Edward Julian Watson. The man liked to wear a lot of brown ties, and most often with yellow shirts.
Star TV. And the reason why Edward Julian Watson was always asking Becki to all sorts of weird places was because she worked next door to his television shop at the Almost At The Corner Bookstore. Becki did not own this establishment, but both liked to take breaks in the back ally and met up there with each other frequently.
It was be

Every date began the same way. Becki waiting under her tree or on the front porch, so as not to disturb anyone else in the house

After every date, always before midnight, he would park his car in the back driveway of the boarding house Becki rented a room in. after every date, sitting in his blue Datsun, with a shit-eating grin on his face, Edward Julian Watson would open up his c
And after every date, sitting in his blue Datsun, Becki would open up her own door herself.

And Edward Julian Watson would always grab her, swinging her up and onto his lap, . Thinking his manhood probing at her through his pants made her wild with the passions animals own.
It never did.
Until this night.
(On this night, Edward Julian Watson had taken her to a grocery store for oranges and then to a movie. Police Academy: move)
On this night, sitting on the lap of Edward Julian Watson, Becki felt she had no breath in her, after only a moment of kissing him; like the wind had been knocked from her.

It was because Edward Julian Watson never once asked her to go bowling with him, that Becki would always say yes when he asked her out on these dates.
Edward Julian Watson believed that Becki said yes because she loved him.


Surely, no other woman would put up with his behaviour. Everything about the man was childish.
Becki then leaned forward to kiss him another time and quickly found over again, that she could not gulp back a taste of air if she tried. She felt warm between her thighs, a tingle that caused a gentle stirring up in her belly. She needed to pull her lips away from him again, but she did not, for it seemed suddenly Edward Julian Watson kissed very well, indeed. Becki knew her senses must be clouded, when she heard herself moan, "Oh, Edward."
Because she was wondering if perhaps she did love Edward Julian Watson.
And Edward Julian Watson was wondering why he had never went to law school.


Edward Julian Watson sold television sets. On the corner of East and Main, in a little shop he owned and named, Star Tv. Opened now for close to a decade, the business did a swell job of providing the town with its home electronic needs. Edward and (Brothers name) were always willing to work a deal and the business was handsomely rewarded.

(This next shit needs to be moved probably.)
Edward Julian Watson's family was in the entertainment business

BEGINNING OF A FALLACY
Edward Julian thought Becki was selfish. He always gave her a good time. And now she was behaving like this? He thought Becki was slightly ridiculous too.




Comments

Queenie, do you have an email address where i can email you?
cbeck said…
three names. I think edward julian watson is a government trained sleeper.
Anonymous said…
Keep them coming, Q! :) I'm having Tommy & Minnie withdrawal symptoms!
Jennifer said…
As I was reading...I was picturing the setting to be in like the 30's or 40's or something. Then I came across Police Academy. Then the whole story changed for me. haha..
Queenie said…
Funny, Jennifer, the same thing happened to me...

Q
Anonymous said…
Are there other forums/blogs that are more specific for this topic? I have not found one.
Queenie said…
Les Smullen.
Whoever you are...
Whenever you posted...
I do not know.
Les Smullen. You have a great name.

Q

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