The Cock In The Street
By Karen
"There's a cock in the street", he said. "What?"- the statement bald, the words uniquely 'through-the-looking-glass'- "What do you mean? A cock? " It seems a ten-inch dildo flung from car or fell from bumper, had been laying just behind my car- filthy, but with shape so finely wrought I risked my neighbors thinking I had gone and bought the thing now lost and in the dirt. "Do you want it"? "Sure. Let's see it." He cradled it in terrycloth. I washed it, rubber-gloved and felt each vein and ridge slip true beneath my hand. With Clorox then I jacked it off, the weight of it remarkably like human tissue tendered here- the silicone was clever. Real 'Doc Johnson', signed and fit for use. Its testicles swung free and loose inevitably I'd find a use for it. His eyes were burning into mine, "I wonder, Kay, what else we're gonna find." What Fortean, freakish manna will come tumbling out of heaven?- bringing gifts to open minds... last night we found that answer in our bed. Written December 30th, 2001 © on Dec 30 2001 01:48 PM PST 18 • 0 • 16
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""There's a cock in the street", he said. ..."