You don’t expect to come home one day and find a midget fucking your wife. It’s not something you can prepare yourself for, yet there he is, wearing that ridiculous Zorro mask, smacking her in the hip yelling “Ho! Ho! Hooo!” over and over again, neither one of them realizing you are there.
“HOOoooooOOOoooo!!!” the midget screams, his ass-cheeks jiggling like Jell-O at each pelvic impact.
You remember that you forgot to pick up the dry cleaning, the words repeating themselves inside your head as you turn and leave the room. “Yes” you say, walking back down the hall, “the dry cleaning.”
Justin C. Witt
www.towncriermedia.com
The Sporting Club
Thomas McGuane
“HOOoooooOOOoooo!!!” the midget screams, his ass-cheeks jiggling like Jell-O at each pelvic impact.
You remember that you forgot to pick up the dry cleaning, the words repeating themselves inside your head as you turn and leave the room. “Yes” you say, walking back down the hall, “the dry cleaning.”
Justin C. Witt
www.towncriermedia.com
The Sporting Club
Thomas McGuane