A: "Having sex with a secret agent."
-Stieg Larsson
"The Girl Who Kicked The Hornets' Nest"
Twenty-five years ago today:
July 20, 1985
Saturday
I woke up at 9:45AM< and rushed out to go to GOMES TIRE SERVICE. I had to wait longer than usual this time. The service man said, “You were three quarts low and if went on much longer it might have effected your engine.”
“Oh great,” I said, thinking at least I got here in time.
It was raining and I think I need new tires because I slipped and slid away and lost control. It’s scary when that happens. I suddenly think of ‘Slip Slidin’ Away’. I love that Paul Simon song.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vuPJzzcV6jA
I would have gone biking today if it weren’t for the weather. Rain in July has mussed everyone’s plans! I must laugh at the thought of Rachelle’s picnic that was planned for today with her old chum, Julie, and Jim DeLeuze. A rainy picnic is just what she deserves.
I treated mom to breakfast at Ole’s Waffle Shop. It was nice. She’s a sweetie. After breakfast I accompanied mom to her house and wrapped the gift for Lance (Margaret Lai’s son). Dale called me from his friend’s house (Robert) who just moved to Alameda from Berkeley.
Dale insisted, “Why don’t you come over here!”
So, I went ahead and drove over. Dale and I played with Robert’s ‘Bionic Ear’ gadget. We also rummaged through all of his videotapes. He has an X-rated tape called “Like a Horse”. Strange! I had to laugh. We watched part of a low-budget horror film called “The Prey”. Then we watched all of “The Lathe of Heaven”, a movie with Bruce Davison (of WILLARD fame) who dreamed and his dreams became a reality. It was very interesting to me. I liked it.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Anl0nKLABWo
Robert is about forty-five years old but he looks good for his age. Then again, he’s not exactly totally desirable or anything like that.
After the flick, Dale and I left with Andrew to Sherri’s house. Sherri was a sweetie. Ashley was all smiles. It was a brief visit though. Dale left relatively soon and I simply went home.
Rachelle came over to my place at about 8:30PM. I fell asleep on the couch. She was wearing black leather pants and a red top looking HOT (as usual). We went upstairs and took a shower together. Then we made love over my newly changed bed sheets. It felt good. We went downstairs and I beat her at a game of CHESS. I am sure no one will hear her tell about that game. We fooled around some more. She almost came while I was fingering her cli-t but she got scared. She loved the feeling though.
“I could feel the stretching at my feet. Is that how it feels for you.”
I said, “Yes.”
I went ahead and jo’d in front of her because I wanted to cum again. I love her. She loves me…but she’s so immature. Sometimes I think she doesn’t really care for me and Rodney. It’s almost like she’s interesting in testing a new specimen. If and when she does choose to test a new specimen it will be OVER between us.
Danee came over at 12:30AM or so. She was all ecstatic.
“Why are you so excited?” Rachelle asked.
“You won’t believe it. My new date said I looked like Susan Anton!”
“She’s gorgeous,” I said.
Danee continued, “Yeah, but I’m all upset because I feel like I have a ton of zits on my face.”
I didn’t say anything because she did have a bunch of zits on her face. Her braces didn’t help matters either. So now I’m wondering where the Susan Anton resemblance comes in. I guess it must be her hair, height and the five-inch boot heels. She brought along a Moosehead beer and I drank it up.
"We all have to hate now and then. Sometimes it's good to have a great big dead-on target to aim it at. Gets it all out of you, like a good purge that way you don't spread it around in little dinky ways on people you like."
-James Kirkwood
"Good times, Bad Times", a novel
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