Halloween Swap

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* * * * * * * * * *

It was that time of year again, Halloween.  Normally, my wife, Harriett,
and I would get an invitation to the subdivision's annual Halloween
Party with its mandatory costume policy.  Harriett did not like
attending this party so she would send a polite "We can't make it" reply
to the rotating host and hostess.  In the past she'd been fed up with
the unofficial competition among the wives as to whom was richer, doing
more civic good deeds, those kinds of measurements, because she always
ended up on the short end of the stick.  Not my stick, which was plenty
long.  This year was different.  Harriett was doing well in her new job,
exceeding sales' quotas, which I couldn't believe, and she wanted to
brag.  No better place than the annual Halloween Party, where she could
gush about her success once and splatter all of the neighbors with the
news.  Which meant that I'd be dressing up as well.  The idea of being
in the same room with the parents of young women with whom I'd had sex
was bad enough, but I'd conquered some of the wives as well.  Nope, I
shouldn't go to this party in order to avoid a scene.

A few days before the event, for which I still had not procured a
costume, we got a strange phone call.  He was a cousin, I guess. That's
how he referred to himself - "Cousin" Zeke.  Who names a kid Zeke,
anyway?  The name had never been popular, at least in our subdivision. 
It was unclear just how he was related and it was my side of the family.
It must have been through remarriage after divorce, or some estranged
aunt's or uncle's kid. But that's what a cousin is after all, so never
mind.  Anyway it wasn't his mom or dad that called us. He called,
introducing himself and asking if he could "bunk down at our place" -
his exact words - while he was in town for a job interview. Since
Harriett took the call, "we" accepted his request.  I would have asked,
"Now, how are related again?" and not given up until I had a reasonable
answer.  Maybe family is more important to Harriett than to me.

A couple of hours later, there was a knock at the door. A strapping
young man dressed like a farm hick in overalls and a red plaid shirt
stood on our doorstep.  All he needed was a corncob pipe or a grass stem
in his mouth to complete the picture.  He must not have been too poor,
because as the taxi pulled away from the curb, I saw airline baggage
tags on his suitcase and we're not all that close to the airport.  He
could have afforded a room at Motel Six, I was sure of it, but Harriett
had offered.

Speaking of Harriett, she was at home for a change, struggling over a
workload that seemed to be increasing at an exponential rate.  She was
getting new clients weekly, which meant even more travel.  Her boss, who
might still be Rianne, told her to take some time before the end of year
rush to close deals and exceed the revenue forecast.

Zeke was about an inch taller than my six feet, strong arms and square
jaw.  Overall, not bad looking.  If Annie had been home from school, she
would have taken him upstairs in a flash and given him a citified
fucking.  Fortunately, she was still at school, anticipating a visit
home over Thanksgiving the following month.

Zeke had a good physique, probably from the farm work, although I was
making assumptions about him from his clothing and speech style.  Since
most of what I got were one word answers, it was clear Zeke wasn't much
of a conversationalist.

"I need exercise" was the longest sentence he'd said to me, so we went
to the community health center on a one-day resident pass.  We played
some basketball, where I got picked last - again - just like high
school.  His eye hand coordination was quite good, and he knew how and
where to play good defense.  His team beat ours, on a last second shot
that he made.  I was simultaneously humiliated and proud.

Zeke wanted to cool off in the pool.  'Like the quarry back home.'  By
that, he meant to exercise some more, doing laps.  There were two
lifeguards on duty, one on each side of the pool. A pale young man who
didn't seem to have enough body fat to float watched the far side. On
the other, a well-developed college coed with blond ponytail and a very
tight red one-piece suit maintained her vigil.  She wore wraparound
sunglasses indoors no less.  I couldn't be sure, but I thought she was
scoping us out when we entered the pool area from the locker room.

I stayed in the middle of the pool, facing the swim lanes, keeping the
water above my waist.  Young women in bathing suits always cause an
involuntary reaction in me.

Every time Zeke swam past her tower, she'd blow her whistle and
interrupt him in mid stroke. He'd stop, shout up at her while treading
water and then swim on. Until the next lap, when it would happen again.
Finally, he pulled himself out at the edge and approached the tower. She
climbed down but not before pausing on the ladder to adjust the crotch
of her suit. Shit. He must have gotten an up-close look at her pussy the
way she dragged the material away from her pubic area. Face to face they
argued. She punctuated her points by tapping her bright red fingernail
onto his chest. Two points, her hard nipples, stayed hidden behind the
swimsuit.  Then she put her full hand palm on Zeke's chest. That was no
rebuke. That was a come on. Ê

Zeke marched back to our plastic chairs, shaking his head.

"Looks like she's interested in you," I said.

"Me?  Nope.  Just wanted to scold me for stuff I wasn't doin'."

Despite his disagreement, he had tented swim trunks.  So did I.  Zeke
had no clue how women can be devious.  "So, did you get her number?"

"What number?"

I shook my head.  "Let's go," I said.

In the changing room, Zeke turned his back on the crowd of folks
stripping off wet suits.  Facing the lockers, he worked his trunks down.
 That's when I learned that Zeke and I were definitely related, based on
our similar physiology.  His cock was as big as mine.  Maybe the head
was even a bit larger.  He seemed a bit anxious that I saw his partial
erection, even though he stared at mine in return.

In the car on the way back to the house, we had a shorthand version of a
conversation about women.  "Why'd she keep whistling to me for made-up
stuff?" he asked.

"She probably thought that you're attractive."

"Nope, that ain't it."

"Listen, you're not a movie star, but you're in good shape.  Muscles, no
flab."  I slapped at my stomach, not so much.  "And it looked like you
thought she was attractive."

"Nope."

"Don't give me that.  I saw you got excited."

"A little."  Zeke blushed.

"Don't be ashamed.  Beautiful women can do that to a guy.  It's
natural."

I didn't ask the virgin question.  The answer was obvious.  "Do you want
to go back to the pool again?  I'm sure she'd talk to you.  Maybe even
agree to go out with you."

Zeke almost climbed though the door, the way he slid away.  "Nope. 
Nope."

So we skipped the recreation facility the next day, instead cruising a
near-by indoor mall.  At least we'd get some nominal exercise, walking
around.  Zeke marveled at the size of the indoor facility.  "Dang, this
is huge.  It'd hold the whole downtown back home."

Prices must have been out of his range, because we were window shoppers
only, not even stopping for a souvenir.  At the food court, I treated us
to ice cream.  I paid for Zeke's first, and he wandered over to the
railing, taking in the marvels of modern construction.  And who was
there, licking at her cone with a long talented tongue: the lifeguard,
in a sweater and jeans.  The sweater gave only hints about her bust,
sizable but not too big for her job.  The jeans were tight, caressing
her every curve.  As soon as she saw Zeke, she approached him, smiling. 
Zeke swayed nervously, hands behind his back, including the one that
held his cone.  The pair had a chat at the railing, his hands immobile,
the ice cream melting.  Her hand touched his upper arm, followed by that
patented palm on chest maneuver she'd previously demonstrated.  After a
while, she took his hand, the clean one, and led him over to me.  Zeke
licked furiously at the messy one.

She dropped Zeke's hand and extended her arm.   "Hi, I'm Paige.  Zeke
doesn't seem to know your phone number."

He had it when he'd called from the airport.  Obviously he was shy, but
this was ridiculous.  She wanted his number?  Where have all of the
gender standards gone?  I jotted our home phone on one of my business
cards.

"Thanks."  She paused to read it.  "Harvey."  To Zeke, she said, "I'll
call you, okay?"

Zeke's head bobbed slowly.

We both watched her ample ass sway as she left us with cones continuing
to melt.

I grabbed several napkins from the dispenser and handed them to Zeke. 
"If she calls, you'll go out with her, right?"

"Nope."

Hell, if she asked me out, I'd go.  Oh yeah, I'm married, and Harriett
is home.

When we got back from the mall, Harriett gleefully and sternly reminded
me about the costume party.  She was gleeful because for the first time,
she could brag to all of her friends how successful she'd become.  The
stern part was that she had to drag me along, and warned against any
misbehavior on my part.  I wasn't thrilled with the idea in the first
place, and constrained behavior would make a bad time even worse.

"I've already rented my costume," she said.

I offered to make myself a costume to save some money, but Harriett
insisted we look good, not makeshift.  "And, of course, Zeke can come
with us."  So I'd have to get two costumes.  I thought about having Zeke
wear the clothes he arrived in, but that would set him up for ridicule
he didn't deserve.  So, I went to the costume shop with a budget
specified by Harriett for two men's costumes.  The only large costumes
they had left were Death, long black robes with hoods and grizzly
facemasks.  We'd be completely covered.

Knowing me, you might expect that I'd use being in costume as an
opportunity to have sex with someone other than Harriett.  There was
that potential upside.  Hell, given my sexual nature, it was almost a
sure thing.  But under those circumstances, such a result would have
been a really bad idea.  Which is why I came up with a really great
scheme.  Zeke and I would pretend to get sick, me with laryngitis and
him with a high fever.  Then he'd use one of the Death costumes and
pretend to be me.  He'd only have to keep quiet and let Harriett prattle
on.  As an ill Zeke, I'd stay home and avoid the party altogether.

"Won't she know it's me?" Zeke asked when I filled him in on my plan.

"Nope."  Shit, I sounded like him.  "Just stay with her and keep your
mouth shut.  She'll make excuses for you.  When you get back, head
straight up for the guest room and we'll swap clothes.  Okay?"

He nodded in agreement, having no idea what torture awaited him.  Me, I
looked forward to a quiet evening, or maybe some online porn.

On the night of the event, I told Harriett in a whisper that Zeke's
temperature was much worse, and he needed bed rest.  My voice was no
better, but that I would tough it out so she'd have an escort.  She was
both pleased with my offer of sacrifice and concerned about Zeke's
condition.  She agreed that we'd go and leave him at home to recuperate.
 Upstairs, I dressed Zeke in a Death costume, reminded him to keep his
mouth shut, and sent him downstairs, pretending to be me.  Then I
settled back to read an erotic online novel about two strangers who meet
at a luxury resort and eventually fuck each other's brains out.

In the middle of the chapter where things got hot, when the woman
forgets her key and asks to call the front desk from the guy's room, our
phone rang.  I picked it up, and suddenly remembered I was supposed to
be at the party.  I tried to disguise my voice as Jake's but the "hello"
came out badly, so I fell back into my pretend laryngitis.

The voice was immediately familiar.  "Hi, it's Paige, from the pool and
the mall.  What's wrong with your voice?"

The image of her in a red one-piece swimsuit overwhelmed the one of her
in sweater and jeans.  "Laryngitis."

"Oh, that's too bad.  Are you sick?  I mean, is it contagious?"

"No."  That was the truth.

"Good.  I just got a last minute invite to a costume party in the city
and I need a date.  Will you come with me?"

Seeing her at the pool, I almost came.  The opportunity to see Paige
again, probably in some sexy costume, overrode my clear thinking.  "Sure
thing."  Jake's language.  Then it hit me:  I'd need to get back before
Harriett and Zeke so we could switch.  Maybe I'd get lucky and Harriett
would talk non-stop for a few hours about her sales successes.  And, if
I kept my mask on, maybe I'd get lucky with Paige.

"I looked up your address."  She read it to me.  "I'll be there in
twenty minutes."

I put on the second Death costume and waited for Paige to arrive.  When
I opened the door, she was dressed as a nurse:  white boxy hat, tight
white dress, white stockings, flat white shoes and a stethoscope around
her neck.  Either she was a nurse or she'd accidentally planned this
costume in advance.

She had no idea I was under the black hooded robe with the facemask
hiding my true identity.  I'd gone without underwear, planning ahead for
something sexual.  The flowing garment couldn't hide my erection, which
poked at the front.  "Oh, poor baby!  Nurse Paige is here to make you
feel all better."  She reached for the mask but I intercepted her hands.
 "Shy, huh?"  She noticed my erection.  "I know how to make you feel
better."

"The party?" I croaked.

Her face tinted pink.  "I lied.  There's no party."  She closed the gap
and pressed her hand against my chest.  "Except the one we're going to
have here.  Is anybody else home?"

I shook my head.

"Good.  She tried again to remove my mask.  I took her wrist, gently, to
prevent it.  "All right, you can keep the mask on.  But you have an
incredible body.  And there's one part I want to get to know much
better."  She snaked her hand down to my crotch.  She startled me at her
first touch of more than a handful of cock.  "Oh God.  You're not so shy
after all."  She unbuttoned her dress, pulling it open.  She'd skipped a
bra, her full round tits self-supporting.  Her nipples were hard and
pink.  I pressed my hands on her breasts and tweaked her nipples with my
fingers.  "Take me to your bedroom."

I took her to Annie's, where Zeke was bedding down while in town.

She was out of her dress in an instant.  No panties.  She was prepared
too.  She laid back and spread her legs, still in white stockings with
elastic that held them high on her smooth full thighs.  I pulled up my
black robe, exposing my cock while trying to keep my not-like-Zeke belly
hidden.  She was too horny to notice.  I climbed on top and supported
myself on stiff arms.  She maneuvered my stiff cock into position. 
"Ooh, you're so big and fat.  I just knew you had one big salami in
those swim trunks.  Do you know how to use it?"

I plunged in without hesitation, hoping to make a good first impression.

"Oh shit!  That thing is huge!"

I wanted to talk dirty to her, tell her how her rippling pussy felt on
my cock, how voluptuous her tits were, and how I was going to do
everything within my power to drive her to a spectacular orgasm. 
Instead, I moaned and groaned and grunted as I pummeled her.  And there
was an accompanying noise.  The bedsprings were chirping with each
bounce.

I was close to coming, tensing and relaxing my ass muscles, preparing
for the big finish when I heard the garage door motor whine.  "They're
home!" I shouted.

Paige pulled the mask from my face.  'Harvey?"

"Yep.  Sorry if you were expecting young Zeke."

"Fuck Zeke.  You're terrific!"  She propped herself up on her elbows,
tits wobbling from side to side.

I pulled out of her grasp and flung off my costume.  "Yeah, and the
master of bad timing.  My wife and Zeke are back from their party
earlier than I expected."

"Shit!"

I ran downstairs and peeked out the door into the garage.  Paige had
parked in the driveway, blocking Harriett from pulling in.  Harriett had
parked at the curb, and was struggling to get something out of her
trunk.  Meanwhile, Zeke was walking towards the house through the
garage.  Once past the door, I grabbed his arm and dragged him behind. 
"Quick, we've got to get you upstairs and out of that costume?"

His hickish demeanor translated to a slow gait, hampering my efforts. 
"How come, Uncle Harvey?"

"Because your female friend Paige is upstairs in your bed, naked,
waiting for you."  No reason Paige should have had to suffer because
Harriett ran out of self-compliments.  "And she's ready for sex."

"With me?"  He stopped straining against me, and we made better progress
towards the stairs.

"Harvey?  Harvey, get over here and help me."  It was Harriett, in the
garage or closer.

I slapped Zeke on the ass.  "Get up there and - wait, give me your
costume."  I practically ripped it off his body.  For some reason,
Zeke's underwear was missing.  His cock was half hard, getting ready for
Paige.  "Go on!  Quick!"

"But I'm naked!"

"Perfect for making Paige happy.  Go!"  I slipped the black robe over my
head and struggled to get my arms through the inside out sleeves.

Zeke walked up the stairs slower than I'd preferred.  I bolted for the
kitchen.  Harriett was stuck at the doorway to the kitchen..   A huge
plastic pumpkin, in which multicolored shredded paper cradled fruit,
candy, toys, and other assorted junk, filled her arms.

"What's that?" I whispered.

"You saw.  I won the door prize.  Grab it before I drop it.  And what
idiot is parked in our driveway?"

I held my throat, as a reminder to whisper.  "I don't know.  Do you want
me to check?"  I pointed towards the stairs.

"No, no.  Take this first."

I hefted the monstrosity and carried it to the kitchen island, where it
took over the entire surface.  The fruit in the basket would rot before
any reasonable family consumed it all.  The bananas were already
sporting black patches.  "There."

"What?"

I kept up the charade of laryngitis.  "I said, there."

Harriett strutted past.  "I'll check for myself.  I'm going to give
whoever it is a piece of my mind."

I could have tried to stop Harriett from walking in on Zeke and Paige,
but there was a downside and an upside.  The downside was having an
argument, and I chose my fights with Harriett carefully.  The upsides
were that, perhaps, Harriett would get embarrassed and back off a bit.

I stood at the foot of the stairs as Harriett ascended.  When she opened
Annie's door, I heard moaning and groaning with bedspring accompaniment.
 Harriett's shriek told me she'd found the young couple coupled, in the
act.  I scooted back to the kitchen and sat next to the orange bucket of
goodies.  Harriett's heavy footsteps announced her immanent return.  She
was red-faced, breathing heavily.  "I thought he was sick.  He wasn't
behaving like he was sick."

"Why?  Who's up there with him?"  I played dumb, since I was supposedly
with her all night and hadn't a clue about what had gone on.

"He's with a young woman.  And - and - they're - never mind."

I gave her my best-raised eyebrow.  "What?"

Harriett refused to say the word, in any of its forms.  I decided not to
force the issue, and let her steep in embarrassment at being an
accidental voyeur.  Maybe seeing sex in person reminded her of what men
and women are supposed to do.  Not that she'd do anything about it. 
She'd made that clear the last time I raised the subject.  She hadn't
got me raised up since.

Paige in her nurse get-up and Zeke in his overalls but nothing else came
downstairs shortly thereafter.  I met them in the foyer by the front
door.  She approached me with a gleam in her eye.  "Hi, I'm Paige,
Zeke's friend.  And you are?"

I croaked, "Harvey Marcus.  Glad to meet you."  And to have shared my
meat with you.

Harriett hung in the background, almost out of sight.  I watched Paige
give Zeke a body-to-body hug and an amorous kiss.

Zeke opened the door for her - what a gentleman.

Before she left, she turned and said, "Maybe we can see each other
again" while looking at me, then shifted her gaze to Zeke adding,
"before you leave."

As soon as the door shut, Zeke took the stairs two at a time with a
smile.  I breathed a sigh of relief when it was back to just the three
of us and the masquerade was over.

Harriett came out of the shadows.  "I don't want Zeke having any more
female friends come over while he's here."

"Okay."  Too bad.

"And you'll tell him tomorrow."

Harriett went upstairs to our bedroom, leaving me with a pleasant memory
of an interrupted fuck.

* * *

The next morning I came downstairs.  Harriett had prepared a full
breakfast for Zeke - eggs, bacon, hash browns, and toast.  She never
made me anything as fancy.  Zeke started to say something with a mouth
full.

"Now don't go talking while you eat.  Chew it all and swallow before
speaking."  Harriett liked to micromanage everybody.  "And Harvey, I've
informed Zeke that the two of you need to chat.  But let him finish his
breakfast first."

I was about to ask if Harriett was going to make me the same meal.  Then
I noticed that there was no serving plate with extra bacon or potatoes,
and all of the pans she'd used were soaking in the sink.  When she
handed me a cereal bowl, it was a final answer to a question unasked.

After we'd both finished eating in silence with Harriett hovering in the
vicinity, we both stood up.  "Come on, let's take a walk."  Harriett
couldn't complain about that.  It was nominally exercise, and we'd have
privacy.  We bundled up and left through the garage.  There was a faint
coating of frozen dew on the grass and we could see our breath.

I delivered the message.  "Harriett doesn't want you inviting any women
over."

"But I didn't!"

"We know that, and you won't, so there's no problem."  It was colder
than I'd preferred.  "Want to go back?"

"No, wait.  I gotta tell you something that happened last night.  At the
party."

I stopped in my tracks. "What?"

Zeke made this cornball smile, like he'd just eaten a canary.  "You'll
never guess."

I raised my voice.  "What?"

Zeke dug his hands deep in his pockets.  "A lady forced me to have sex
with her."

Harriett?  "What lady?"

"Her name was Juliet, like in Romeo."

The only possibility was Juliet McCarthy, our next-door neighbor. She
raised her daughter Breann alone after her husband abandoned them.  I'd
fucked them both, separately, no three-way.  "You did?  She did?  How? 
Where?"  I wanted the sordid details.  And I wanted to know if my name
came up.

Zeke resumed walking, forcing me to stroll further than I wanted.  The
further we walked, the longer the trip back.

"Well, I did like you said, standing next to Aunt Harriett at the party
while she talked on and on about her job and how good she was doing. 
Folks were eating stuff and I got hungry.  But I couldn't take off the
mask, so I pointed at my mouth and Harriett said I could go find
something.  She didn't really need anybody to help her brag on herself. 
So I found the kitchen and snuck some stuff, veggies and tiny
sandwiches, up under my mask, one at a time.  But then this tall woman
comes up to me."

"What was she wearing?"

"Oh wow, it was this shiny red dress, long, but with no arms or anything
above her boobies.  She looked like one of them movie stars or models."

Juliet had a nice body, as I recalled.

"She came over, slinky like, and stood real close.  And then she
whispered, 'I thought you'd never get away.  We'll have to hurry.'  Then
she practically dragged me out of the kitchen, away from the food. 
There were stairs to a basement, and it was dark.  She held my hand as
we went down.  I was just about blind, with the mask and all."

"Good thing you didn't fall and break your neck."  Otherwise my ruse
would have been uncovered.

"Thanks.  Then, in private, she tells me she forgives me, and she's
sorry about hitting me, and she's really needy, and asks me if I can
help her out."

Juliet had taken Bree's ruler and smacked my ass when she found me
fucking her daughter.  Because she had me first and then agreed that
Bree would have seconds, Juliet's anger wasn't justified in my mind. 
But after some consideration, maybe she had the right to be mad. "So
what did you do?"

"Well, I couldn't say anything, so I just nodded, polite like.  That's
when she ran her hand down my chest to my privates.  And she didn't just
rub.  She grabbed!"

"I bet you didn't expect that."

"Nope.  And then she pulled up her skirt and showed me her knees and
asked, "Do you see any scars?"  But she didn't shop there.  Her skirt
came all the way up.  I stared at her panties, which were really thin,
see-through like.  I'd never been that close to a woman's privates
before.  She held my hand against her crotch.  I wiggled my fingers to
escape, and that made her moan even more.  She reached under my robe and
took hold of my cock.  That's what she called it.  She talked like she's
done that before, even though we'd never met.  Since I was supposed to
be you, has Juliet ever touched your cock?"

"Accidentally, a long time ago."  I felt like I needed to explain, even
if it was a lie.  "She tried to seduce me once.  Touched me all over. 
When I refused, she slapped me hard."  The 'hard' part was true.

"Well, she remembered it real good.  Said she missed it.  I think she
might have figured out something was different because she complimented
me - you - on losing some weight around the middle.  Said I had a nice
flat stomach.

"Pretty obvious.  So get back to Juliet.  What happened next?"

"Oh, well she found us an old wooden chair, like you've got in your
kitchen?  She pulled my robe up and tried to take my mask off but I
wouldn't let her. That made her even crazier.  She just plopped down on
my lap backwards and gosh, my wiener went up into her.  My whole body
was shaking, and she was bouncing up and down, I was afraid she'd fall
off so I grabbed her waist but she slid my hands up higher.  Gosh, she'd
pulled down the top and my hands were on her naked boobies.  She said
she'd never done it backwards and wanted to try it."

At least in that position, Zeke's mask wasn't front and center.  "How
did it feel?"

"Are you kidding?  Like nothing I'd ever felt.  Like I was out of
control, like when I drove a tractor for the first time, and the rows
were all jagged-"

"The sex?"

"Well, it didn't take too long and I felt something scary, like I was
going to piss.  She wouldn't get off, just kept humpin' like crazy. 
When I couldn't hold back any more, and she wouldn't let me stand up, I
just let it go.  It felt so good, a big relief you know.  And when she
finally stopped bouncing, she stood up, stuff leaking out of her.  That
was my stuff, wasn't it?"

"Yep.  You came with her."

"No, I came with Aunt Harriett."

I shook my head.  "Never mind.  So what happened then?"

"Juliet stood up and pressed her fingertips against my mask, like she
was giving me a kiss or something.  And I gotta tell you, I really
wanted to pull off my mask and kiss her good and proper."

"You didn't."

"Nope, 'cause I promised you I'd be you instead of me.  But I'd sure
like to see her again and do more of that stuff."

"You should probably pick someone closer to your age.  Someone that
doesn't have a daughter in college."

"And then I got the chance, with that lifeguard.  I think I like sex."

No duh.  "So do I."  Too bad Harriett doesn't.

"Oh yeah, one more thing.  Before she left me there in the basement,
Juliet said that she and Brennan - I think that was the name - wanted to
get together with me - meaning you - when her daughter was in town for
Thanksgiving.  They were really looking forward to it.  What do you do
with them?"

Ah yes, Breann.  I thought for a moment.  "We recreate the original
Thanksgiving."  They'd play Native Americans; I'd play a Pilgrim and
fuck them over.

"Say, if I get this job, I'd like to see that.  Maybe you'll invite me."

"Perhaps."  No way.  Hell, he'd already sampled the older McCarthy.  I
was in no mood to share.


###  An Original H M Tale  ###

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