Schultz

19

Twelve minutes to four by the clock above the hotel revolving doors. As Schultz with his grey battered top hat in hand came out of the elevator looking twice behind over his shoulder. Walking between the deep green sofas and settees full of people. And spotting Pricilla sitting by a black marble pillar in a mauve taffeta dress, mauve high heeled shoes and a blue spotted green scarf tied around her waist. Just like she’s come fresh from selecting a dozen creations at a mannequin parade at Fortnum’s who are going to send me the bill.

“Hi ya baby. Sorry I’m a little late.”

“Late. You’re more than late. How dare you come to meet me dressed like that. Where have you been.”

“Look honey I’ve really had a long day. And I’m glad you’re here already. Let me go see my car’s alright. I’ll be a second.”

“Look at you, is that supposed to be a morning suit. Your coat is torn in two.”

“I know it’s torn in two for christ’s sake.”

“Your shirt is open and your tie looks like someone was trying to hang you.”

“Honey they were, they were.”

“Who were.”

“Nobody was, it’s a figure of speech.”

“I’ve been waiting eighteen minutes with men ogling me. And this is how you show up. Everyone staring at you. And laughing.”

“O christ, hey Jesus, let me sit down. And get the fuck out of sight, then.”

Three swarthy gentlemen encouched nearby licking their lips. Staring at Pricilla, then at Schultz and then at each other. China tea with lemon served by a tail coated solicitous waiter as Schultz put his own tail coated back snugly out of sight into the cushions. Pricilla selecting a watercress and cucumber sandwich followed by one of smoked salmon and then two pastries surmounted with whipped cream and stuffed with jams.

“O.K. honey. Now how do we solve this.”

“Solve, what do you mean solve.”

“I mean you know, solve.”

“I’m not a crossword puzzle.”

“O Jesus, look, come on, all I’m looking for is a sensible solution.”

“That’s your problem.”

“Well, would you like to, say go to stay in Monte Carlo or something. I mean take three weeks or a month. I can get in touch with medical treatment here in London. Then you could convalesce, like I say, in Monte Carlo. Even bring your brother. Watch the yachts come and go in the harbour.”

“What are you suggesting.”

“Nothing. I’m just saying. Everything could be taken care of. At my expense. I’ll pay.”

“You’ll pay.”

“Sure I’ll pay, no problem.”

“What are you going to pay for.”

“Come on honey, you know what I’m talking about for christ’s sake.”

“I do not know what you’re talking about.”

“Come on, don’t make me say it, I got too much on my mind already.”

“Well you’re going to get more on your mind. More than you ever dreamed was possible.”

“Hey Jesus, it’s a simple operation.”

“What is.”

“To terminate. To terminate a pregnancy.”

“So that’s it. You want me to kill my baby.” “Jesus, keep your voice down for christ’s sake. People can hear.”

“Kill my baby. Is that what you’re telling me to do.”

“I’m not telling you to do anything. I’m merely mentioning. Holy cow. Out of the frying pan and right smack into fucking burning embers.”

“What do you mean by that.”

“Nothing honey. It’s just that I recently escaped out of a horrendously difficult business conference and my mind’s not calmed down yet enough to think straight.”

“Your mind had better start thinking straight in a quick damn hurry I’m telling you.”

“Jesus and I’m telling you not so loud will you, they know me in this place.”

“That’s tough.”

“What the fuck do you want out of me. Jesus I’m bulging out at the temples with troubles.”

“My stomach is bulging.”

“Holy shit don’t start with the tears now too on top of everything. I’m only just emerging from horrorsville. A simple operation that’s all. It would clear everything up. O Jesus come on honey, have mercy will you. Have mercy.”

The tea cup, spoon and saucer in Pricilla’s hand fell splashing into her lap as her head fell backwards and her mouth opened with a groan. The three swarthy gentlemen straightening up in their seats as Schultz leaned forward trying to straighten up this fainted lady.

“Honey, please, please, don’t do this.”

Nearby conversation stilled. Folk turning to look. The three swarthy gentlemen to their feet. Their gold adorned wrists and diamond ringed fingers reaching to assist this lady in distress.

“No help needed. Come on, don’t make a big thing of this. Don’t touch her.”

“As gentlemen we must be of assistance to the lady. We think sir that you have insulted her.”

“Mind your own god damn business will you. Before you get your jaws broken.”

Schultz standing, two fists knotted at his sides. The solicitous expert waiter propping Pricilla’s head up and putting a glass of water to her lips. Her eyes opening wide.

“Where am I. Where am I.”

“At the Dorchester, Madam.”

“Yeah, you’re right here, honey. You’re right here.”

Schultz made his way leading a weeping Pricilla by the elbow across a blazingly colorful carpet. Stopping while a helpful passing concierge picked up his dropped battered top hat from the black and white tiles of the lobby floor. To hand it back to Schultz entering the revolving door. The doorman waving for Schultz’s car parked up on the curb alongside the triangular little garden and lawns with their goldfish pools. Schultz stepping forward on the hotel’s top step, and suddenly yanked back in his tracks. Half his tail coat pulled off down his arm. The other end caught jammed behind in the revolving door. A fur encased fat American lady stuck screaming and fist pounding the other side of the glass.

“Let me out, let me out.”

“What next, christ almighty, what next. There’s some kind of world fucking conspiracy after me. Holy shit, stop lady stop trying to move the doors, will you. You’re dragging me back in.”

“I want out. I want out.”

A detachment of porters rushing to the rescue. The revolving doors reversed and Schultz’s coattail released. A chair was brought to the furry fat American lady for her arse and a glass of water for her nerves. Schultz draping half of his collar attached tail coat over his shirt sleeved arm. The doorman holding open the car door. And Schultz as he bent his head to enter looked up. Pricilla her long curvaceous legs crossed, safely ensconced. A smile now instead of tears on her face.

“That’s what makes you really happy isn’t it honey, anything that makes me look ridiculous.”

The limousine, its tyres whirring around Speakers Corner. Black man up on a ladder slapping his fist on a sign haranging down at a little crowd. Always somebody somewhere complaining.

“Why wasn’t I invited to the wedding.”

“Because honey, it’s just me who is the guy’s friend. And honey for the third time. I’m telling you we can’t go to Arabesque Street.”

“Why.”

“Because we can’t that’s why.”

“Because you have some floozie installed, is that why.”

“No honey, because from the times you’ve been there, the fights, the ambulances, and the damage you done, I’m being sued already for eviction by the landlords trying to make a case out of moral turpitude.”

“I’m not going to damage anything.”

“Holy mackerel. I got a dozen phone calls to make upon which my life depends. Don’t be unreasonable. For just tonight. Let me take you home.”

The blocks of flats, the tall terraces of once upon a time town houses and cream walled hotels facing the park along Bayswater Road. A pub with outdoor tables. A church so peaceful with its tall steeple sitting in a little square. Nothing like a Protestant house of worship in which to take a few minutes’ private sanctuary. I ought to go disappear somewhere in this part of town. Just have a little room. A pot to cook in, one to piss in and a hole maybe in a brass monkey to fuck in.

“My mother’s so right about you. That you’re like a child thinking only of itself. And what you’ve done to me. The cruelty.”

“Done, what for christ’s sake. Cruelty. What are you talking about.”

“Yes. Cruelty. You’re going to drag my name through the Courts.”

“Holy Jesus honey, don’t you get it. If you do something like suing me I’m the defendant. I’m the one with the name dragged through the Courts.”

“And you’ll deserve it.”

“Honey goodbye. Here’s your house.”

“I love you. Don’t you understand that. I love you.”

“You call it love to tear up every damn thing precious to me. Like photographs, valuable invitations.”

“Yes I do. Because I love you.”

“Holy shit. O.K. you love me. O.K. fucking show it to me just once. Just once, that’s all. By being some kind of help to me and stop the tears again. I’ll phone you. Tonight. O god please, stop the sobbing. I mean shit people are stopping to look at us. Would it make you happy honey if I went home and shot out my brains.”

“No.”

“What would make you happy.”

“To get married.”

“Goodbye. I’ll call you.”

Shadows falling, tints of pink on the bottoms of clouds. The limousine saluted as it turned left down the private tree lined road of great embassy houses standing behind their hedges and fences. Curtains drawn on confidential windows. That’s what I need. Diplomatic immunity. Jesus you give a little bit of yourself to a woman and they keep wanting more till they got all of you and then they think you are theirs to kick in the fucking balls. If their foot hasn’t something better to do.

The black Daimler limo pulling up in Arabesque Street. Schultz pressing the switch to lower the glass division between passenger and chauffeur and reaching for his wallet. Digging in the inside pocket of his morning coat draped over his lap. Now shoving his hands into his trouser pockets. And jumping up from the seat and looking around behind him on the upholstery.

“Is something wrong sir.”

“Jesus yeah. I’ve lost my wallet. I was going to give you a tip.”

“Another time sir, no problem.”

“Jesus don’t say those words no problem. All they mean today is some problem.”

“I quite understand sir. I can see you’ve had a full day. If I come across the wallet sir, I’ll see they are right on to you with it.”

“Thanks. Thanks.”

Gathering his tatters together Schultz alighting. The Ambassador’s car parked across the street. Jesus I have a good mind to go over there, ring the bell and beg to become a citizen of Zumzimzamgazi.

Schultz crossing the pavement. And looking up to see a sky blue coated comely figure turning around from knocking on his door. Schultz rushing up the steps. Hurriedly taking a key out of his still intact trouser pocket.

“Jesus.”

“Mr. Schultz.”

“Roxana. What are you doing here.”

“I am in London.”

“I can see that.”

“For his Lordship’s wedding. And the staff party. I took the liberty of thinking what harm would there be to call on you as you suggested.”

“O boy.”

“I hope I am not a problem arriving at an inconvenient time. But of course I will go. I did ring but the phone just kept clicking off. I’ll come and see you another time.”

“No don’t go. Stay. Come on, come in.”

“Thank you. But I hope you’re not just being polite. I just have been walking. I knocked earlier but no answer.”

“Well as you can see, I’m a little messed up. Jesus come in. So I can close the door.”

“I really think perhaps I am disturbing you.”

“No problem. I mean, no difficulty, really come in.”

Roxana shyly entering, standing aside as Schultz quietly closed and bolted the door. The telephone ringing. The door at the end of the hall opening. A honey blond head peeking out.

“Hey Roxana just go sit in there a second. And be right with you. Thanks. Thanks a lot. I’ll just close the door.”

Schultz taking up the talking instrument and with his hand over the speaker turning to Greta.

“Greta, hey just go back down the kitchen will you, be right with you. I mean it. I’ll be just a second.”

The sullen face of Greta disappearing. Schultz listening to her steps down the stairs and to the kitchen door shaking the house as it was slammed closed and tinkled the crystal chandelier above his head. Jesus if I could only charm this instrument to bring me some good news and tidings. It’s got to be, it’s just got to be once that Hollywood is ringing one of these days.

“Hello.”

“Sigmund.”

“Not you Al.”

“What do you mean not me. I’ll hang up if that’s what you got to say.”

“Sorry Al, but I’ve just been through a day to remember.”

“Well I got somethisg else will make you remember today.”

“Jesus don’t tell me Al. I think I’m getting ulcers or something.”

“How did the meeting go.”

“It went O.K. It had its low moments too.”

“What answer is that.”

“You know Al, I mean it was fine.”

“Let me talk to her.”

“I took her home, Al she was tired.”

“You took her home.”

“Yeah Al, what’s so strange about that.”

“She could rest in your place with someone concerned to look after her. The beginning of pregnancy is tiring.”

“I’m glad you told me that Al.”

“I can tell by the tone of your voice you don’t mean one damn word you’re saying.”

“Come on Al, Jesus come on. It’s a mirade after today I even have a tone of voice.”

“Well you listen to my voice a second. I got you sixty thousand plus overcall.”

“Come on Al, Jesus come on. It’s a miracle after sixty thousand like that in twenty four hours.”

“You want it or not.”

“Jesus Al, of course I want it.”

“So don’t ask me how. Just agree I got it.”

“Hey Jesus Al you’re now talking about a life and death matter, I don’t need kidding.”

“It’s no kidding. And tomorrow by two o’clock I guarantee Magillacurdy, maybe a little bit more expensive than I promised, but on a straight salary. Now. You tell me something. When is the wedding day.”

“That’s fucking blackmail Al, that’s fucking blackmail.”

“I’m going to ask you once more, nice and quiet and calm. When is the wedding day.”

“Don’t do this to me Al don’t do it. What are you. A marriage broker or something bringing people together by torture.”

“I’m a humanitarian who believes in brotherly love. And so for the third and for the very last time, when is the wedding day.”

“I wouldn’t do this kind of thing to my worst enemy. Jesus christ Al. This is human beings’ lives you’re talking about. What the fuck do you want to do a criminal thing like this to me for.”

“Because sometimes Sigmund you’re a real shit of the lowest kind.”

“I’m a real shit, Al. Holy shit could it ever be Al, that maybe it’s you who is the real shit. I think you want to make her your mistress later, with me meanwhile minding her for you in an unhappy marriage.”

“Goodbye.”

“Wait.”

“For why should I wait.”

“For me to think a second, that’s why. You call up. You put a gun to my head trying to blast me into the biggest mistake of my life.”

“You call sixty thousand pounds a gun blasting.”

“I do Al when it could be what ends my life.”

“Settling down into marriage will begin your life and do you a lot of good.”

“Why Al, why.”

“Because it’s a natural condition in a stable society.”

“You should know shouldn’t you Al, after three divorces.”

“I loved and was happy with all my former wives. Who still remain dear friends.”

“Well the wife you’re picking out for me is already an enemy, suing, harassing and embarrassing. She’s the type of woman who after two weeks living with her will bore the shit out of me. What do I talk to her about in my old age. We have nothing in common.”

“What are you. Some kind of special big profound thinker or something. That kid is as smart as she is beautiful and will give you a lesson in brains anytime.”

“She’s given me a lesson Al. In fucking brain damage.”

“Which by the way is getting more noticeable with you every day, Sigmund. Learn to play checkers together in your old age if you’re so worried about conversation. Also think of yourself someday decrepit in a lonely house with your balls shrivelled, and no one like a young beautiful woman to look after you.”

“I grow old Al and she stays young and beautiful.”

“That’s right.”

“Thanks for the nice arrangement. But at the moment I’m not yet with both feet in the grave and my balls are not shrivelled and I am not living in a lonely house.”

“What you got somebody there.”

“No Al, it just so happens I haven’t.”

“Well you heard me. Sixty thousand is yours. The moment you sign the marriage register or whatever they do over here in England to make it legally final. Now goodbye.”

Schultz replacing the receiver. Right down smack on a bundle of money the other end of the wire. What the fuck. I could marry something worse than her incredible body and good looks. But Jesus I see a ring go silently on her finger and I hear a deafening clank of chains in my brain. I need a sedative.

Schultz halfway up the stairs to the bathroom. Stopping in his tracks and slapping his palm against his brow. Holy shit. His Lordship’s chambermaid down in the living room. I completely forgot. Not surprising after a day with a pair of sex maniacs trying to bugger me.

Schultz turning on the landing. Give a pat on the head to Justinian and tiptoe back down into the hall. To push open the door. Roxana demurely seated, a magazine featuring nude ladies held open across her lap. Which she closed as she stood up.

“Jesus, don’t stand, this isn’t his Lordship’s here. I’m just going to change my clothes O.K.”

“Can I be of any help, sir. I mean Mr. Schultz.”

“Sigmund, honey, call me Sigmund.”

“His Lordship would be aggrieved to hear me address his friends by the familiarity of their Christian names.”

“You leave his Lordship to me. This is a changing god damn society. People are getting more equal by the minute. You got to get rid of his Lordship’s primitive ideas.”

Schultz in a light blue checked shirt, navy blue sweater and green corduroy trousers heading down into the oven warmed kitchen. Greta, sleeves pushed up her tan arms, pressing a fork around the edge of a pie crust as she turned it in a circle on the kitchen table. She’s wearing one of my shirts, one of my sweaters and even a pair of my trousers. And all of them look ten times better on her than they do on me.

“Hi ya Greta.”

“Who is that girl.”

“Hey calm down honey. You know his Lordship. Well that’s his niece.”

“What is niece.”

“A relative, like uncle or aunt. She came all the way up from the country to the wedding. Like I’m doing his Lordship a favour. She’s just at a momentary loose end in town. Hey gee that smells like apple pie.”

“I bake one for you because you say it is your favourite.”

“Well blueberry is. But that’s really swell. Apple pie is great.”

“What lucky girl she is who married his Lordship. He is so kind. So handsome.”

“He’s fucking rich beyond the dreams of avarice too.”

“What is this avarice.”

“Jesus honey, it’s just a common disease we all got. And hey while I take his Lordship’s niece for a drink could you get a little snack together just for the two of us.”

“O yes I cook ravioli.”

“Swell. Make a salad. Leave out onions. And I got a great idea. A quiet evening at home. How about that. Hey now what’s the matter.”

“But now you go out. I would like to go out too. Again I am left I am lonely.”

“Sure. No problem, I mean don’t worry, soon as I get rid of her I’ll be back. Gee I just notice. In this light what a nice few freckles you got.”

“I am more than just the freckles.”

“I know that honey. I know.”

Roxana walking sedately at Schultz’s side down the street. Telling little stories about his Lordship. Of how he wore two different shoes to the wedding. And for that previous entire week had dined only on bananas.

“His Lordship is also fond of draining his ponds. Taking the mud from the bottom and removing it to his vegetable gardens. He so dislikes wasting anything.

“Jesus is that the only problem he has.”

“O no, sir.”

“Sigmund, for christ’s sake.”

“Very well, Sigmund. His Lordship also has found that somehow a nasty pike has got into the moat and has eaten nearly all his goldfish.”

“Holy Jeeze that is tough.”

“Yes he is most upset. And now every one of the castle staff is nervous awaiting her Ladyship’s arrival in residence.”

Turning under an archway into a mews. Opening the door to this crowded smoky interior. With this healthy cheeked blue big eyed girl in tow. Led into this den of high pitched voices. A sprinkling of debutantes oooing and aahing. Their boy friends talking of motor cars. The viscosity of oils, speeds of acceleration, smoothness of transmissions, and the safety of tyres. Even a champagne cork popping. As Schultz and Roxana took seats on this bottoms polished oak bench in this cubbyhole.

“Jesus. You can have something more than a glass of bitter beer.”

“O no, that’s exactly what I want. And also I want to tell you something.”

“Sure.”

“You remember when you were having breakfast. And what you said.”

“Where. What. What did I say.”

“At Nectarine Castle that morning in your bed. You said you wanted to fuck me.”

Schultz in the middle of a sip of beer lurching forward in his seat. As the mouthful swallowed the wrong way. Choking and sputtering, Schultz spat out back into his glass. Roxana clapping him on the back.

“Christ excuse me. But you believe in direct language honey.”

“Yes.”

“Jesus. Just give me a second or two. I got to think.”

“I have said the wrong thing, haven’t I. Exactly what you weren’t expecting.”

“No no. I mean I wasn’t expecting. But it was beautiful the way you said that. Wow.”

“Were you thinking you were going to have to chase me, tear my clothes off, throw me down on my back and prise open my legs.”

“Honey. Jesus not so fast. It’s just that at this moment I am in the middle of a lot of deep thoughts that are hanging over the crossroads of my life.”

“I should not have called upon you.”

“No, no, it’s absolutely perfect you did. But christ, what kind of environment are you living in down there at his Lordship’s.”

Schultz lighting a cigar, put aside his beer and popped back a brandy. Taking Roxana by the hand. Her fingers tightening in a reassuring squeeze. Prick painfully swollen caught the wrong way in the underwear. The day darkening. This girl’s cunt I can read in her face. Just like lips pouting soft, like half a bite of a ripe sweet black cherry. Holy god what’s happening to me. I don’t want to totter into old age with a bitch and her mother setting me up as a machine to provide them with the lifelong comfort of caviar.”

“Honey I think I need some fresh air.”

Schultz and Roxana walking arm in arm in the shadows of branches along this fence of Belgrave Square. All the shrubbery and trees in there. Never even noticed this jungle growing right in front of my nose. And this should happen to me right now. A doll. Long brown soft gorgeous hair. Ladies treat each piece of ass they hand out as an investment in their future. I’m already laden down carrying portfolios. And if I put it up this mouth watering unspoiled country girl his Lordship will be trying to knock the shit out of me with a cricket bat.

“Gee honey.”

“Yes.”

“That’s all I can say. You really have got me with such a hard on I’m speechless.”

Schultz tiptoeing behind Roxana up the front steps of Four Arabesque Street. His finger over his lips for silence. Slipping the keys in, the bottom one, now the top one quietly one at a time. Eyes staring into my back. From the Ambassador’s windows. Get Roxana up the stairs and quietly into the bedroom. If only I could screw with the peace of mind that I had the kitchen door locked.

Schultz sniffing the ravioli scented air as he and this latest country fresh morsel softly, slowly tread along the hall and up the stairs. Jesus I could also be down feasting around the kitchen table. With both ladies jumping up in turn to serve the courses. Ended with apricot brandy from the bottle in the library. While I supply laughter doing a post prandial jig around the floor followed by a partial strip tease and my own special erection war dance.

In the semi dark of Schultz’s bedroom. Roxana sitting on the side of the bed. The rustling sound of her taking off clothes. A streak of light coming through the curtain. Eight thirty p.m. by Big Ben. Roxana standing. Putting her hands behind her back, and undoing a clasp. A naked Schultz lying on the bed. His erection twitching and pointing all over the ceiling. And holy shit. Here they come. Loose into my personal view. A pair of luscious tits. Nipples sticking out engorged for sucking. My palms itching. My god, her pubic hair. Shape of a black heart. A mole on her belly. Perfect soft and fluffy heftiness in the thighs.

“Now Sigmund. Now, you can throw a spine electrifying fuck into me. Because here I am.”

“Jesus you sure are kid.”

Schultz reaching up to take this Roxana softly on top of him in bed. Roll her over. The smell of her. Musk. The feel of her satiny silk. Christ her fingers. She’s playing a magic symphony over my shoulders, my back, my arse. Jesus my motto used to be don’t waste time with women you’re not fucking. And here’s this gift of the gods arrived because I wasted a minute showing her some attention.

The door of the bedroom opening inch by inch. And stopping. The eye of a human head peeking in. Watching. Schultz, all hands and lips all over this creature. The door coming further ajar. A long fingered hand holding it. A slim wrist disappearing upwards into a blue sweater. Schultz’s head between Roxana’s legs and her hands gripped in his black curls. As a right shoulder comes round the door and a left hand closes it behind. The entire slender honey blond Greta tiptoeing into the room. Moving step by step closer. Schultz feeling Roxana’s thighs stiffening tight around his ears. Her hands dug in pulling his head by the hair.

“Hey, honey, what’s the matter am I hurting you.”

Wide blue eyed Roxana. Her speechless mouth wide open. Her one eyebrow raised hysterically higher than the other. And her voice finally squeaking out in fear.

“Behind you.”

“Please, O please, do not mind. It is just me Greta. I only watch.”

“Holy cow.”

Roxana biting her lips turning her head away. Schultz looking backwards over his shoulder. Roxana’s breath drawing in. Jesus when god is suddenly giving me everything I want, what the hell do I ask him for now. An extra prick.

“It’s O.K. Roxana. It’s O.K. No problem. Roxana, it’s alright. This is just Greta.”

“Please do not mind I come in by mistake. And it is so beautiful. I did not want to frighten you.”

“Jesus Greta, this is kind of private.”

“Please. I am do no harm.”

Schultz kneeling up now over his eyelash fluttering chambermaid. Her two front teeth just ever so slightly bucked. Her eyes even more wide open, looking over Schultz’s shoulder and staring at the new arrival limelit in the curtain slit of light. Who my god is taking off my sweater. Letting out her own masterful pair of tits. Which could get her burning through steel right into the bullion fortress of Fort Knox. Holy shit, even in the fucking lingerie business you never see anything like this all in one day. What a surfeit. As well as a heart stopping memorable lesson in comparative anatomy. She’s taking down my trousers. And, would you believe it, even wearing a pair of my shorts. Her belly button in the shape of a question mark. Right in the shaft of light. Which don’t worry. I’m not asking why stunningly naked she’s heading right towards this bed.

“I come closer. I am do no harm.”

Greta’s long honey blond hair falling around her shoulders. Strands parting around her nipples. Half smile on her lips. Long slender, athletic body. Muscles on her stomach. Hands held out from her sides and now slowly placed back on her hips as she sensuously slowly twists and sways. Holy christ again I don’t have to ask what she’s doing. Fucking well trying to seduce us. And succeeding. And now she’s putting her hands all over my piece of ass. Fucking hell. When she could go back to Hornchurch where she learned these bad habits and kid around with her employers who not only both try to kiss her but pay her as well.

“I am do no harm.”

Greta climbing further up on the bed. Running one hand softly up Roxana’s leg, and momentarily squeezing Schultz’s prick with the other. And suddenly throwing herself on top of Roxana. Who welcomed her with open arms. Schultz in the melee, his fingers here, feet there trying to press between the so recently met young entwined ladies. Holy shit, not nobody even noticed the size of my prick, one third bigger than it is usually. With the way their tongues are kissing down the other’s throats. Hands and fingers stroking each other between the legs. Wagging breasts against each other’s breasts. In one day. Holy christ. The things you don’t plan for. Happen right in front of your face.

Hey Jesus

Girls

What about

Me

I am

Do no

Harm

Either