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The Kim Li Diaries: Chapter Seven
(
fiction
)
by
dannye
Fri Dec 01 2000 at 4:16:10
So, the lock had been jimmied. Deck felt as if he was in
real
danger
now. Should he go in and see what had been done? Hell, what
could
be done to that hellhole he called an "office?"
No, he decided to just walk (
stumble
, actually) away and go seek some comfort in a
skirt
.
Deck was having other
feelings
which were causing him great confusion. He didn't remember ever having feelings like that before. Hell, he couldn't really remember having
a feeling
before, except that deal when his jockies rode up his ass. Was he feeling a
pang
of
guilt
? Guilt over some Oriental kid that he didn't even know?
It just seemed that Kim Li was so. . . what was that damn word? . . .
Vulvable?
(No, that was Mona.) What was it? . . . Oh,
vulnerable
. And this damn
Ute Lemper
; just what was an
obscure
girl like that doing on this
hit list
with the
high
and
mighty
?
He called Mona and asked her to meet him at the usual place. She sounded distracted, and he could hear paper rustling, like she was filing or something. (Was she a
secretary
? Who the fuck knew what broads did when they weren't
playing the skin flute
?) She agreed to see him in an hour.
* * * *
Later, as he lay there with Mona in the rat-infested Motel 5 while she tried to
cajole
his
cajones
back into a
frenzy of dik play
, Deck blew
smoke rings
at the ceiling fan and tried to keep his mind on the task at hand.
"Hey, Mona, wanna get your hand off the
throttle
for a minute and go get that
CD
out of my car?"
Mona got up and put on Deck's coat jacket. "Damn," he thought, as she was walking out of the motel door with the bottom of her seductive
ass cheeks
showing just below the blue pin-stripe, "I'm almost out of
smokes
."
Mona came back in with the Ute Lemper CD and Deck told her to put it in the
boom box
. They lay there for a while, listening to the sultry
chanteuse
warble her
cabaret
songs.
Mona pretty much summed up the feelings for both of them when she said, "This bitch bites."
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The Kim Li Diaries: Chapter Eight
The Kim Li Diaries: Chapter Six
The Kim Li Diaries
Ute Lemper
I'm trippin' my nut sack into a frenzy of dik play
Playing the skin flute
Henry Miller
A-Sides
Breakfast-Fu
chanteuse
Cabaret
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