FAT MAN IN A CAR TALKING ABOUT FORNICATION IN A TENT


FAT MAN IN A CAR TALKING ABOUT FORNICATION IN A TENT


"...yea I like picking up hitchhikers you never know who's going
to climb into the old jalopy me I just drive around the county
selling pipe railing so when I meet someone new it's almost
like I was traveling myself all the interesting types in the
world like once this young couple long hair bell bottoms
backpacks just like you I mean you know what I mean they
seemed like nice kids well the wife fixed them dinner and we
talked about everything I mean everything I think I'm a pretty
modern kind of a guy I've gone to art films anyway that time
of year it was getting dark early and they needed a place to
spend the night and asked if they could pitch their tent in
our back yard now I had this suspicion they were runaways of
course they seemed a little older than that but you know how
kids grow up so fast these days but that isn't the point like
you kids say you have to do your own thing but see now they
weren't married and I just can't go for that who knows what
they might be doing in that tent I'm sorry if they want to
live that way it's fine with me but not in my home it's not
like I'm a prude or anything like on my last birthday the
wife and this couple they're our best friends threw me a
party and for my birthday present my wife leans down and she
unzips my pants and gives me a real blow job right there I
mean right there in the living room and she never does that
but you have to draw the line somewhere it's a shame them
having to spend a chilly night on the road I hope they didn't
get into any trouble they were nice kids a bit young I'm not
one of those Bible thumpers I think people ought to live and
let live but you know at home I have standards to keep I have
three kids of my own what would I tell them they don't even
know about this stuff so where did you say you were heading..."
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