lengths. The 8 was running wide, next to last, gradually moving in closer to the rail. The favorite still looked good at the top of the stretch. The boy took the 8 horse, now running fifth, wide, gave it a taste of the whip. Then the favorite began to shorten stride. It had gone the first quarter in 22 and 4/5, but it still had two lengths halfway down the stretch. Then the 8 horse just blew by, breezing, and won by two and a half lengths. I looked at the board. It still read 9 to 1.
We went back to the bar. Vi really laid her body against me.
I won three of the last five races. They only ran eight races in those days instead of nine. Anyhow, eight races was enough that day. I bought a couple of cigars and we got into my car. Vi had come out on the bus. I stopped for a fifth, then we went up to my place.
12
Vi looked around.
“What’s a guy like you doing in a place like this?”
“That’s what all the girls ask me.”
“It’s really a rat hole.”
“It keeps me modest.”
“Let’s go to my place.”
“O.K.”
We got into my car and she told me where she lived.
We stopped for a couple of big steaks, vegetables, stuff for a salad, potatoes, bread, more to drink.
In the hallway of her apartment house there was a sign:
NO LOUD NOISE OR DISTURBANCE OF ANY KIND ALLOWED. TV SETS MUST BE OFF AT 10 P.M. WE HAVE WORKING PEOPLE HERE .
It was a large sign done up in red paint.
“I like that part about the t.v. sets,” I told her.
We took the elevator up. She did have a nice place. I carried the bags into the kitchen, found two glasses, poured two drinks.
“You get the stuff out. I’ll be right back.”
I pulled the stuff out, laid it on the sink. Had another drink. Vi came back. She was all dressed. Earrings, high heels, short skirt. She looked all right. Stocky. But good ass and thighs, breasts. A hard tough ride.
“Hello there,” I said, “I’m a friend of Vi’s. She said she’d be right back. Care for a drink?”
She laughed, then I grabbed that big body and gave her a kiss. Her lips were cold as diamonds but tasted good.
“I’m hungry,” she said. “Let me cook!”
“I’m hungry too. I’ll eat
you!”
She laughed. I gave her a short kiss, grabbing her ass. Then I walked into the front room with my drink, sat down, stretched my legs, sighed.
I could stay here, I thought, make money at the track while she nurses me over the bad moments, rubs oils on my body, cooks for me, talks to me, goes to bed with me. Of course, there would always be arguments. That is the nature of Woman. They like the mutual exchange of dirty laundry, a bit of screaming, a bit of dramatics. Then an exchange of vows. I wasn’t very good on the exchange of vows.
I was getting high. In my mind I’d already moved in.
Vi had everything going. She came out with her drink, sat on my lap, kissed me, putting her tongue into my mouth. My cock leaped up against her firm bottom. I grabbed a handful. Squeezed.
“I want to show you something,” she said.
“I know you do but let’s wait until about an hour after dinner.”
“Oh, I don’t mean that!”
I reached for her and gave her the tongue.
Vi got off my lap.
“No, I want to show you a photo of my daughter. She’s in Detroit with my mother. But she’s coming out here in the Fall to go to school.”
“How old is she?”
“Six.”
“And the father?”
“I divorced Roy. The son of a bitch was no good. All he did was drink and play the horses.”
“Oh?”
She came back with the photo, put it in my hand. I tried to make it out. There was a dark background.
“Listen, Vi, she’s really
black!
God damn, don’t you have sense enough to take this with a light background?”
“It’s from her father. The black dominates.”
“Yeh. I can see that.”
“My mother took the photo.”
“I’m sure you have a nice daughter.”
“Yes, she is nice, really.”
Vi put the photo back and went into the kitchen. The eternal photo! Women with their
We went back to the bar. Vi really laid her body against me.
I won three of the last five races. They only ran eight races in those days instead of nine. Anyhow, eight races was enough that day. I bought a couple of cigars and we got into my car. Vi had come out on the bus. I stopped for a fifth, then we went up to my place.
12
Vi looked around.
“What’s a guy like you doing in a place like this?”
“That’s what all the girls ask me.”
“It’s really a rat hole.”
“It keeps me modest.”
“Let’s go to my place.”
“O.K.”
We got into my car and she told me where she lived.
We stopped for a couple of big steaks, vegetables, stuff for a salad, potatoes, bread, more to drink.
In the hallway of her apartment house there was a sign:
NO LOUD NOISE OR DISTURBANCE OF ANY KIND ALLOWED. TV SETS MUST BE OFF AT 10 P.M. WE HAVE WORKING PEOPLE HERE .
It was a large sign done up in red paint.
“I like that part about the t.v. sets,” I told her.
We took the elevator up. She did have a nice place. I carried the bags into the kitchen, found two glasses, poured two drinks.
“You get the stuff out. I’ll be right back.”
I pulled the stuff out, laid it on the sink. Had another drink. Vi came back. She was all dressed. Earrings, high heels, short skirt. She looked all right. Stocky. But good ass and thighs, breasts. A hard tough ride.
“Hello there,” I said, “I’m a friend of Vi’s. She said she’d be right back. Care for a drink?”
She laughed, then I grabbed that big body and gave her a kiss. Her lips were cold as diamonds but tasted good.
“I’m hungry,” she said. “Let me cook!”
“I’m hungry too. I’ll eat
you!”
She laughed. I gave her a short kiss, grabbing her ass. Then I walked into the front room with my drink, sat down, stretched my legs, sighed.
I could stay here, I thought, make money at the track while she nurses me over the bad moments, rubs oils on my body, cooks for me, talks to me, goes to bed with me. Of course, there would always be arguments. That is the nature of Woman. They like the mutual exchange of dirty laundry, a bit of screaming, a bit of dramatics. Then an exchange of vows. I wasn’t very good on the exchange of vows.
I was getting high. In my mind I’d already moved in.
Vi had everything going. She came out with her drink, sat on my lap, kissed me, putting her tongue into my mouth. My cock leaped up against her firm bottom. I grabbed a handful. Squeezed.
“I want to show you something,” she said.
“I know you do but let’s wait until about an hour after dinner.”
“Oh, I don’t mean that!”
I reached for her and gave her the tongue.
Vi got off my lap.
“No, I want to show you a photo of my daughter. She’s in Detroit with my mother. But she’s coming out here in the Fall to go to school.”
“How old is she?”
“Six.”
“And the father?”
“I divorced Roy. The son of a bitch was no good. All he did was drink and play the horses.”
“Oh?”
She came back with the photo, put it in my hand. I tried to make it out. There was a dark background.
“Listen, Vi, she’s really
black!
God damn, don’t you have sense enough to take this with a light background?”
“It’s from her father. The black dominates.”
“Yeh. I can see that.”
“My mother took the photo.”
“I’m sure you have a nice daughter.”
“Yes, she is nice, really.”
Vi put the photo back and went into the kitchen. The eternal photo! Women with their
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