tooth.
I finished the one beer, opened the other, cracked 2 eggs, put on chili powder and salt, and ate. Then I walked into the other room and this kid said, “I can see your Peter.” And I told him, “I can see your Peter too.” Over on the mantle I saw a letter, opened, addressed to a Mrs. Nancy Ferguson. I walked back into the bedroom, placed myself down behind her again.
“Nancy?”
“Yes, Hank?”
“I gave the kid a bottle, the other one an apple.”
“Thanks.”
“Your husband?”
My penis got hard again. I inserted it into her butt.
“We’re . . . . ouch!—go easy there! . . . we’re separated.”
“Did you like my reading?”
“Oooh, goddamn it! Easy there! Yes, the reading was great. I liked it better than Corso’s reading.”
“Corso? You’ve heard him? How about Kandel?”
“I missed the Kandel . . . .”
“I met Corso the other night,” I said.
“Ah, you’ve met him?—Please! It doesn’t feel bad, but go easy . . . . What was Corso like?”
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