David
was now standing next to the fireplace mantle in his master bedroom and holding
a framed photograph of his lover.
He looked over to Charles and said, “We had been set up, you know.”
Charles
smiled sadly in response. “Miss
Elizabeth Marie Beaupain. She was the
best, cunning old woman that she was. I
still miss her.”
David
wrapped the frame with some bubble-wrap and paced it gently in the “objects
box.” “It was her eyes,” he remarked,
“those big brown doe eyes of hers. They
could sparkle with all the charm and feigned innocence the South could muster,
or burn you like coals.”
Charles
laughed, “Jesus save us from the coals!”
“And
that bright red hair of hers! You know,
Charles, that as Boops got older her hair color got brighter and redder. She was not one to disappear into old age.”
Thinking
about her and acknowledging her absence had put David in a pensive mood. “She sure loved us.”
Charles
added, “I think she loved you more.”
“No,
Sweetheart, Boops loved us both the same.
She just felt sorry for me
getting shacked up with you is all.”
“Very
funny, David,” Charles pouted. “She was
right about one thing: we did belong
together.”
“Still
do,” David added. “Always will.”
Charles
stood up, moved closer to David and very solemnly declared, “What Betty Boops
has joined together let no man put asunder.”
Both
of them said “Amen” at the same time. Charles
kissed David very lightly on the lips.
David held the position in an attempt to extend the moment, but Charles
returned to sorting clothes, grinning as he recalled what had happened in the
gazebo. “You know, David, I’ll always
remember what a nervous-Nell you became when you realized in the middle of
doing me in Boops’ new and very expensive
gazebo that we were being watched.”
This
memory restored a smile to David’s face.
“I was just about to climax when the Tiger Woman appeared in the
doorway.
. ~
.
“Well,
thank God for sex!” Boops exclaimed.
“With all the yelling and gruntin’ and groanin’ out here I was afraid
you boys didn’t like my little gazebo.”
She paused to enjoy the scene.
“However, I see you like it just fine―though it seems to be a bit
tight,” she commented slyly, clearing enjoying the double entendre. Boops always had to cross her t’s, so she
explained, “I meant the room.” She laughed at her own joke as she continued,
“Jeannette, pull your dress down, Honey.
Nelson, you put that lethal thing away and zip-up before I forget I’m a
lady. Y’all come back to the house when
you’re decent. The costume contest is
about to commence,” she explained as she disappeared as quickly as she had
arrived.
“Oh,
man!” Charles shouted when he thought she was out of earshot.
“I
know. I can’t believe Boops saw us. I am so sorry, man!” David apologized as he straightened
out his costume. “Damn it!” he sighed.
“What’s
the matter?” Charles asked.
“Nothing. Sorry.”
Charles
noticed David rubbing his pants and figured what had happened.
“Stop
saying you’re sorry, David. That was so
hot!”
At that point there was nothing
for Charles to do but to kiss David with enough passion to guarantee a repeat
performance. So that’s exactly what he
did.
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