“Can I call you sometime?”
She just smiled as though he was a little pet performing a trick, and slipped back into her dress, which cascaded down her body like a black waterfall.
“Well, can I?” he asked again as he zipped up his pants.
Still no answer.
“What’s your name?”
“Little one, what do you think happened here?”
“Well, I was trying to reach the hors d’œuvre tray, and when no one was looking you invited me here-”
“I think I just grabbed ya.”
“Well, yes. You… nudged me into this room.”
“I picked you up and didn’t bother to remove your shirt.” She had finished smoothing out her hair, which had fallen in fetching disarray not ten minutes before. His neck began to pinch painfully and he stopped staring up at her. His heart sank.
“I take it this was just a one-time thing then.”
“Now you are catching on,” she said, and smiled again as she winked. She didn’t look back before she left the room to rejoin the party, her high heels echoing in the hallway and matching the pounding in his chest as they melted into music and chatter.
Alone in the room, he stared at the moving arms on his Mickey Mouse watch, knowing he had to wait a couple of minutes before following her.
I don’t think so, he thought as he waited. I bet I can make you come back for more.
* * *
No, I’m not watching the Superbowl thingie. I had two choices: Watch the Superbowl thingie, or work. Naturally, I chose to blog.
I found the background for this image nearly two years ago, and finally matched it with a little guy when I searched the gallery of a photographer that specializes in Spanish soap opera (telenovela) actor portfolios.
I don’t know why, but his male subjects are often looking up, or adopting defensive or fearful poses, while his female subjects can be found sprawled on the floor looking at no place in particular where I can easily insert* a little guy. Imagine how excellent I think that is for my perverted collaging purposes.
*Oh, stop. Not that kind of insertion.
As always, while I collaged those two kept chatting it up in the manner described above, so I thought I’d share it. OK, back to the coal mines.