Damn Sand
Suddenly she asks him in a quiet conversational voice ….
G. What’re you reading?
(Balzac turns his book just enough so she can see the title.)
B. ‘Silence and the Loud Zoo’ by Pun Yi Tzi.
G. That’s Taoism isn’t it?
B. Yeh. You know about Taoism?
G. Yes.
B. Say, what’re you reading, yourself?
(Turns her book over showing title.)
B. ‘The Zen Lover’ eh. What’s that like?
G. Wonderful … I’m so into him ... sounds like a guy with some depth.
(she gets up and gathers her things)
G. Sorry I’ve got a bus to catch. I would love to have stayed and helped you with your predicament.
B. What predicament?
G. Your book marker. You didn’t hide it very well. Say, reckon you could edge in the time it takes me to pack up and leave? Give me something to think about on the way home.
(Balzac turns red, but starts stroking like a man possessed)
Gets to maybe 100 strokes but there isn’t time. DOESN’T CUM.