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Faster and Bollocks


				 by 


			     12Monkeys



			     |Prelude|

This is a work of fiction. Is it credible as an actual sequence of
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			  |Recitative|


Gliding quickly and quietly into the driveway the roadster came to a
smooth stop and I shifted into first before shutting off the motor and
popping open the door. I called her “the little red rooster” - the
car, I mean, as my wife’s a redhead and I don’t want any confusion.
The car is painted in a ruby shade that is much redder than the more
orange tones of Katrina’s long tresses. I clicked the door shut and
got out of my coat. I wanted nothing else to do with business today.

Slinging the jacket over my shoulder I walked across the lush grass of
the front lawn and hopped over the short shrubs bordering the concrete
walkway leading to the steps. The grass was too lush; wasn’t Keith
supposed to mow this morning? There was the lawn mower by the
Thorsen’s garage next door, so Keith must not yet have mustered
sufficient motivation to chew up some greenery.

The walkway was a waste; I never used it. I tried the front door
before inserting the key, and to my surprise I could go right in. I
was accustomed to using the key since Trina was obsessed with the
horrible suburban crime stories from tabloid TV. I shut the door and
tossed my jacket over the back of the sofa. I loosened my tie and
thought how wonderful it was to leave so early on a summer’s day. The
AC blew a nice breeze from the vents. It was chilly as it moved over
my wet, clinging white shirt.

I wanted to make all the money I could when I was Keith’s age. How
much more convenient could it be to cut your next door neighbor’s
yard? Maybe I’d bring it up to Tom the next time I saw him, but he
wasn’t in town much.  Cynthia had her hands full with Keith’s twin
sister Laurie (I guess they must’ve really liked “The Partridge
Family”). Laurie had shit for taste in selecting friends since they
inevitably got her into trouble. She was a beautiful girl, and I
caught myself staring at the Thorsen’s backyard pool more than once.
Unfortunately Katrina caught me a few times too. I wonder if Katrina
ever secretly...

I had been making my way to the kitchen when I heard the cry from
upstairs. I knew as I mounted the stairs that Trina was fucking
someone who, even in a quantum-holographic universe, wasn’t me. They
hadn’t even bothered to shut the door to the guest bedroom directly
to the right at the top of the stairs.

Both were naked and the terry cloth robe heaped on the floor indicated
that Katrina had come from the shower. The bangs above her closed
hazel eyes were dry; I supposed she had blown her hair dry before
answering the door (at least I guess that was the sequence of events).
She gripped two posts of the slotted headboard and the tone of her
biceps demonstrated the efficacy of her gym workouts. My first impulse
was to use my workout results to start hammering away at the body
between my wife’s legs, but I hesitated as I watched this figure
whose face was buried in Trina’s auburn muff.

From the shoulder length blond hair down the muscled back to the
surprisingly smooth ass the body had an amazing similarity to a form I
had observed very closely. Even the legs were shapely despite a fine
fuzz

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