“but then I said”
“Who are you talking to this time?” asked Lola. She had been brushing her hair, but always seemed to stop around 144.
Why not just one hundred times? I’d ask her from time to time. Is there a particular reason for-
-a knock on the front door interrupted me and my thoughts.
A man stood on the front step, looking a bit nervous, so I tried to put him at ease and could have said, “What’s on your mind stranger?”, but I said, “Shoot”. That meant that he was to speak his mind, what he wanted to say, but not to fear repercussions.
He had the look of a frightened White Rabbit, but still managed to ask, “Does Lola live here?”
to which I replied, “Does a gun have bullets?” which made him open the collar on his shirt, with his eyes darting from side to side, while he scanned the scenery for quick exit possibilities, just in case.
“but then I said”
“Who are you talking to this time?” asked Lola. She had just been cleaning her guns, but always seemed to stop when there came a knock on the front door.
I dropped what I had been doing, and shot a quick look at Lola to see if she was as hot today, as she was yesterday, but the look in her eye told me to keep my illicit thoughts to myself. “Today might just be the turning point in our relationship” she said, though it worried me when she spoke like that. Today my past might just come knocking on the front door, while you are taking liberties with your wanton stare, and I in my innocent stage, am wondering why I ever said yes to shacking up with you? You’ll remind me about the time I came into your Tattoo Parlor, but I couldn’t make up my mind between a white rabbit or a killer whale?”
A sudden knock on the front door interrupted me in my pristine thoughts, but Lola just kept on whistling wistfully, while she loaded her 30-30 Winchester, just in case!
A swarthy foreign-looking fellow with a pencil-thin mustache was eyeing the names on the mailbox as I opened the door, but just a thin crack, and no more.”What is it?” I might have said, or “Has Pepe sent you?” could also be an option, but when he said, “Is Lola at home? She’s promised me something and now it is time to pay up!”
“Who are you talking to this time?” asked Lola, who was looking at my stopwatch in case we were in the middle of a new Temporal Loop? Her hair lay about her perfectly formed breasts, which were speaking their own language to me. Her eyes were filled with Spanish Passion, or Cayenne Pepper, which in some ways, but not others entirely, were two sides of the same leaf!
We had just smoked a number and were about to do our daily Sunbathing, Au Natural on the sunroof, watching the Volcanoes across the Cook Inlet smoke a number at the same time. I reached over and grabbed a hold of something, I’d been hankering for all day long, when
A sudden sound of our paisley decorated doorbell with the caribou flourishes, was telling us in no uncertain terms and purposes that it was time to inhale again, or this high might just turn into a low. And that was a bummer! in my book anyway.
Lola stretched her legs under the table until her feet found something to occupy her time with, while I was struggling to light my organically grown, no animals hurt in the filming of this movie, nor would we ever eat yellow fin tuna so all dolphins could talk to others, while we were making sweet love.
The doorbell continued to ring, but Lola said, “Take me yo Sex God, I am all yours”, which is what she said, but I didn’t believe a word of it.
but the fellow, whoever he was, got tired of waiting for us to open the door, and went on his way, but would return to explain why he was the focal point for the turning point in our relationship.
-but Lola just said, “Mother never wanted me to brush my hair more than 144 times, or I might lose control” batting her eyelashes and smiling enough to fill the whole room.