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| March 2005 / Volume VI / Issue II | |||||||||||
| Karl Koweski | |||||||||||
| saucy ladies I’m sitting on a park bench next to my wife and her friend, Sally the kids run wild imagining a spaceship out of a pair of slides and some monkey bars I wish I were with them exploring worlds with wood chip land surfaces conversation somehow turns to sex and my attention is instantly aroused Sally says that her and Marie should sell “Saucy Lady” products, a sort of Avon for the sexually uninhibited I laugh outright – Marie won’t even fuck with the lights on that’s kind of like the Amish selling used cars, I chuckle, nudging my wife in the ribs what do you mean by that? Marie asks I don’t have the guts to tell her Sally doesn’t fuck with the lights on, either |
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