"Tommy" Part 9
"Tommy"
Part 9
By Gentile
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"5 o'clock, Cully, okay?"
She'd called, straight up noon. I'd just finished cleaning the house. Only the vacuuming remained.
"Sure, I'll be there."
"Cully, Tommy is going to drop me off at the front of Skaggs and then pull into the parking lot. He doesn't want to leave until you pick me up. Isn't he sweet? So, please don't look at the parking lot in search of him. He's so nervous. And don't pick me up and hold me up in the air. And no Dutch rubs. Okay, hon?"
"What's wrong, Girl?"
"He's a little down this morning with having me leave and all. I told him I'd call this evening and we could talk and that he could come over early tomorrow, say about one, instead of in the evening. Cully, please, would that be alright? It would mean so much to him. And to me, darling."
I jumped in immediately, both clodhoppers: "Girl, why don't you just stay the night then you can both come in tomorrow. That wa..." She cut me off.
"No, Cully, this will be fine. We need some time for one another. I want to be with you, Cully. Just you and I. It feels like forever. Tommy will be fine."
My heart soared, my mood along for the ride.
"If you say so, Girl. Hey, I cleaned the house. It's sparkling."
"Thanks, Cully. You've been so patient during this time. I couldn't have done it without you." A pause. "Oh, Cully?" That voice, that particular one.
I was pole axed. "Yes, Girl?"
"Get my key, Cully-boy, choose a pair of panties, white, or pink, your choice, darling, and retrieve my belt." There was a pause, a 10 count, perhaps more. I waited the entire count of 10. That voice crackled like a lightening strike: "Understood?"
"Yes, Miss. It shall be done as you so direct, Miss."
Again the voice changed: "Goodbye, Cully. See you at 5, punkin'." The line went dead.
"Cully, Miss hasn't surfaced in what, three months?" My voice was shaky. "Maybe more." It'd been awhile.
I stared into that glass wedding photo frame again...her past words coming to the fore: "Cully, you don't ask. Miss will be here when she so desires and not one moment sooner. If you ask, it only delays her arrival."
"Understood, Girl. I'm so sorry."
"I'm confident you are." Girl
"All this agony, son, it's all been worth it. Glory B, Dale, glory B in the highest! Miss will be here tonight!" I bellowed like Billy-be-jiggered. Then just to cover my soon-to-be scorched buns I checked the Road Runner, then took luncheon in front of the c***dren., all of them..."All My c***dren."
First though I checked (the key). "Present and accounted for, sir!" And then her belt. "Present and accounted for, sir!" Broke 2 salutes off then raided the Kelvinator.
I chose pink, then reconsidered and switched to white. Back and forth I went for awhile. "Try them on?"
"You know better." I bitterly countered myself aloud. I knew better. How could I even approach myself with such a foolish notion?
"No wearing them unless you're under the belt of Miss, right, Cully?"
"Yes, Miss."
"They remain freshly laundered under lock and key in this box-3 white pair. 3 pink pair, no more, no less...I hesitated my response. "Cully!"
"Yes, Miss."
"That's a good boy, a good Cully-boy." Miss
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The afternoon flew by. I stood sentinel to the phone just in case everything went to Hell in a hand basket, but, phone silence held. "Yes, sir!"
I "Yes sired." the whole afternoon. Saluting everything that I approached.
In the end I decided on white, reserving the right to change my mind just before pulling them on when so directed by visiting Miss.
"Now, what?"
"Have you checked the time?"
"No, sir!"
"Go ahead, you should be in the ball park of departure."
Everything was going my way. After 4, pulled my duds on. "Duds!!!" I screamed.
"Dress casual!!!" I hissed.
Combed my hair. "Vitalis!!!" Went back to the scream.
Brushed & gargled. "Charge!!!" I commanded.
Thought about firing it up to spite that fuck.
Reconsidered---in the finest traditions. "You ain't gettin' me, you side-show lookin' motherfucker, you." Another hiss.
& tooled wrong way down the one way entrance road. "And stop going down that one way road the wrong way, or, I'm notifying Bellevue PD!"
(to be continued)
Part 9
By Gentile
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"5 o'clock, Cully, okay?"
She'd called, straight up noon. I'd just finished cleaning the house. Only the vacuuming remained.
"Sure, I'll be there."
"Cully, Tommy is going to drop me off at the front of Skaggs and then pull into the parking lot. He doesn't want to leave until you pick me up. Isn't he sweet? So, please don't look at the parking lot in search of him. He's so nervous. And don't pick me up and hold me up in the air. And no Dutch rubs. Okay, hon?"
"What's wrong, Girl?"
"He's a little down this morning with having me leave and all. I told him I'd call this evening and we could talk and that he could come over early tomorrow, say about one, instead of in the evening. Cully, please, would that be alright? It would mean so much to him. And to me, darling."
I jumped in immediately, both clodhoppers: "Girl, why don't you just stay the night then you can both come in tomorrow. That wa..." She cut me off.
"No, Cully, this will be fine. We need some time for one another. I want to be with you, Cully. Just you and I. It feels like forever. Tommy will be fine."
My heart soared, my mood along for the ride.
"If you say so, Girl. Hey, I cleaned the house. It's sparkling."
"Thanks, Cully. You've been so patient during this time. I couldn't have done it without you." A pause. "Oh, Cully?" That voice, that particular one.
I was pole axed. "Yes, Girl?"
"Get my key, Cully-boy, choose a pair of panties, white, or pink, your choice, darling, and retrieve my belt." There was a pause, a 10 count, perhaps more. I waited the entire count of 10. That voice crackled like a lightening strike: "Understood?"
"Yes, Miss. It shall be done as you so direct, Miss."
Again the voice changed: "Goodbye, Cully. See you at 5, punkin'." The line went dead.
"Cully, Miss hasn't surfaced in what, three months?" My voice was shaky. "Maybe more." It'd been awhile.
I stared into that glass wedding photo frame again...her past words coming to the fore: "Cully, you don't ask. Miss will be here when she so desires and not one moment sooner. If you ask, it only delays her arrival."
"Understood, Girl. I'm so sorry."
"I'm confident you are." Girl
"All this agony, son, it's all been worth it. Glory B, Dale, glory B in the highest! Miss will be here tonight!" I bellowed like Billy-be-jiggered. Then just to cover my soon-to-be scorched buns I checked the Road Runner, then took luncheon in front of the c***dren., all of them..."All My c***dren."
First though I checked (the key). "Present and accounted for, sir!" And then her belt. "Present and accounted for, sir!" Broke 2 salutes off then raided the Kelvinator.
I chose pink, then reconsidered and switched to white. Back and forth I went for awhile. "Try them on?"
"You know better." I bitterly countered myself aloud. I knew better. How could I even approach myself with such a foolish notion?
"No wearing them unless you're under the belt of Miss, right, Cully?"
"Yes, Miss."
"They remain freshly laundered under lock and key in this box-3 white pair. 3 pink pair, no more, no less...I hesitated my response. "Cully!"
"Yes, Miss."
"That's a good boy, a good Cully-boy." Miss
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The afternoon flew by. I stood sentinel to the phone just in case everything went to Hell in a hand basket, but, phone silence held. "Yes, sir!"
I "Yes sired." the whole afternoon. Saluting everything that I approached.
In the end I decided on white, reserving the right to change my mind just before pulling them on when so directed by visiting Miss.
"Now, what?"
"Have you checked the time?"
"No, sir!"
"Go ahead, you should be in the ball park of departure."
Everything was going my way. After 4, pulled my duds on. "Duds!!!" I screamed.
"Dress casual!!!" I hissed.
Combed my hair. "Vitalis!!!" Went back to the scream.
Brushed & gargled. "Charge!!!" I commanded.
Thought about firing it up to spite that fuck.
Reconsidered---in the finest traditions. "You ain't gettin' me, you side-show lookin' motherfucker, you." Another hiss.
& tooled wrong way down the one way entrance road. "And stop going down that one way road the wrong way, or, I'm notifying Bellevue PD!"
(to be continued)
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