"Is it true?" A woman left the sofa and edged up. When she stood, the edge
of underwear wrinkled greenish brown pantaloons. A coarse race was hanging down
out of cut sew. "My son is in my place."
The ceiling rebounded the woman's hard
voice. She was eager to confirm only
it.
"I'm afraid it is."
When Cafe racer had replied in the affirmative, the woman edged back and
flopped down on the seat. Her voice was not heard. Shadows of arms were
wriggling over the glass door which became milk white cloudy due to cotton
candies.
"What evidence do you have?" Spine sharpened his voice.
"Is this not enough?" Aircraft carrier showed a mocking smile. "Cotton candies
will not be excited without reason."
"Did you look in all the houses?"
"They will not come to a hospital unless it is all up with them. They ate up
others definitely."
"Does it mean I am rubbery as an old man does not eat well?" Spine glared at
her with his dissatisfied eyes.
"Do you really think you are tasty?"
I was in my car in a parking lot. It was in the heat of a secret rendezvous with Birdie. A heavy blow suddenly knocked us. It interrupted our romantic action and made me cry out in anguish.
It was really bad timing for us. Birdie was just keeping my erect penis in her mouth. Birdie cannot be blamed. The sudden shock made her bite me thoroughly.
That was not the only misfortune I had. The problem, indeed, might be minor when measured against my penis having been bit off. A private detective with Birdie's husband's request to get evidence had witnessed full particulars of our amour and the accident.
If the private detective was safe, he would have reported the car began to shake violently as soon as it stopped. When a van moving back and the car collided, he heard Birdie raise a big scream. Her mouth was smeared with blood. In a way, it was a consolation that the private detective was close by. It was because he called an ambulance immediately. I was taken to a hospital with Birdie and the penis.
