Various movements on Thomass part -- lurches, mostly.
In-and-out of Julies stomach muscles. Hand between legs, eyes closed.
Julie kneels astride Thomass right leg, and rubs. Again and again and again.
Thomas remains in Position A, so as not to violate the agreement.
Julies breasts dipping this way and that, as she sucks.
Thornas began singing, in a good voice.
She looked in her book.
Julie kisses inside of Thomass left leg.
Nine oclock?
The what?
Julie back on her haunches with a hand between her legs.
Julie removes cigarette. Hand between legs.
I am surrounded by creepy murderous pedants! the Dead Father shouted. Unbearable!
I have to have bed check for the men at ten oclock. What about eleven oclock?
If no rain, then the stars, said Thomas. If rain, then the trees.
Glistening in the hair between Julies legs.
How much further?
Only a little bent, said the Dead Father.
Julie sucks.
Now now, he said, no outbursts. Read this. It will keep you occupied.
I dont want to be kept occupied, said the Dead Father. Children are kept occupied. I want to participate!
What time is it? asked Julie.
Ten oclock.
What are you arranging? asked the Dead Father. Could it be an assignation?
Very kind of you but not necessary.
One of Julies legs in thhttp://www.99lib.net e air.
What? asked Julie. What, dear old man, dont you like?
Ive always been very careful with my passport.
Movement of Julies buttocks, to the right, to the left, and so on.
No, said the Dead Father. I will not.
Julie turns arsy-versy all cockalorum-kissing.
Thank you, said Thomas. You see? Its bent.
Ill take care of it for you.
Thomass mowdiwort at 90 degree angle (roughly) to Thomas.
But I should have everything! Me! I! Myself! I am the Father! Mine! Always was and always will be! From whom all blessings flow! To whom all blessings flow! Forever and ever and ever and ever! Amen! Beatissime Pater!
Julie attends to Thomass bag-of-tricks for a long time.
You are safe, dear old man, you are safe, temporarily, in the mansuetude of our care, Julie said.
The trees. The stars. Each tree behaving well, each star behaving well. Perfume of nightscent.
Many people lose or carelessly misplace their passports, Thomas said. Ill take care of it for you.
Under the stars, said Thomas.
Ghastly look of the Dead Father.
The Dead Father stopped chewing the earth.
Nothing, said Julie. Nothing you should concern yourself about, dear old soul.
Almost one, said Thomas.
Inspection of passport in which sundry creases were seeab九九藏书网le.
Julies hand moving up and down between her legs.
Thomas watching Julies hand.
Thomas remains in Position A.
For thine, Thomas sang, in a good voice, is the kingdom, and the power, and the glo-ree, for-EVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVWVVVVVVVV-er. . .
Various movements on Thomass part. Trying to see. Julie smokes. Offers cigarette to Thomas.
Thomas licks what there is to lick.
Thomas watching Julies hand (neck craned to see).
Are you suggesting Im becoming senile?
Julie remaining just out of Thomass reach. Thomas cruciform, as per the agreement.
And so on and so on and so on and so on.
Thomas remains in Position A. One of Julies legs waving in the air.
Especially older people who are sometimes vague or forgetful, a concomitant of advancing age.
Takes cabbage tree in hand. Use of cabbage tree as dildo.
We? Not we. Not in any sense we. Processes are killing you, not we. Inexorable processes.
Julie lies on one elbow twelve inches from Thomas and sips a whiskey. Hand between her legs.
I think I can make eleven oclock. Let me look in my book.
Thomas staring at Julies hand.
I can take care of my own passport.
Thomas stopped singing.
Julie stands and then squats. Presenting greens to Thomass cabbage tree.
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Julie stands and moves second finger between legs, gazing at Thomas.
I knew an old person once who lost or misplaced his passport, said Thomas. Stopped by the border police, at a certain border, he could not find or locate his passport. There he was at the border station, frantic, digging through his suitcases, patting himself on the chest, turning out his pockets, and then back into the baggage. The amused tolerance of the border guards turning into impatience, others waiting behind him in line, assorted loafers and jeerers loafing and jeering. Not to mention members of his own party nervously drumming fingertips on every available surface. The entire group was forced to turn back and return to point of origin, all because this old coot had thought himself able to take care of his own passport.
Julie offers fingertips to Thomas, who licks.
That is one I like, he said, wiping his mouth with the sleeve of his golden robe.
Slight movement of Julies stomach.
The Dead Father reached inside his cloak and produced a worn green passport.
You are killing me.
Thomas raises head, takes cigarette between lips. Two puffs.
Julie prowling the 九九藏书edges.
Julie lights cigarette. Thomas remains in Position A. Julie smokes looking at Thomas.
Thomas makes sucking sounds.
Not possible, said Thomas. Thank God for the pornographic comic book. Sit there and read it. Sit there with your back against that rock. Thank the Lord for what is given to you. Others have less. Here is a knapsack to place between your back and the rock. Here is a flashlight to read the pornographic comic book by. Edmund will bring your Ovaltine at ten. Count your blessings.
I dont like this, said the Dead Father.
Happiness of Thomas. Happiness of Julie.
By the way, he said, let me have your passport.
The Dead Father flang himself to the ground.
Thomas staring at Julies face.
Why? asked the Dead Father.
Thomas remains in Position A.
Thomas scratches nose with left hand, violating the agreement.
Thomas handed the Dead Father the pornographic comic book.
Thomas stares at breasts, straining and craning.
Pleasure of Thomas. Movement of Thomass hips.
A short aria of three notes.
Almost there, Thomas said. A days journey, perhaps. Twenty-four hours at most. Julie began to cry.
Julie kissing underside of Thomass dipstick.
Oh no, said Thomas. Not senile. Not for a moment. I just thought it might be better if I took care of your 九九藏书网passport. We are crossing frontiers and all that. Let me have your passport.
Julie attends to Thomass gadso, which is at a 90 degree angle (roughly) to Thomas.
Thomas lying on his back, cruciform.
Thomas remains in Position A, as per the agreement.
That is one I like, said the Dead Father, I have always liked that one.
The mansuetude that is to say mild gentleness of our care.
Julie kisses Thomas on the mouth.
Julie smokes with one hand (second finger) moving up and down between her legs.
Julie licks.
Thomas staring at her hand, at her buttocks, stomach muscles.
Julie smokes looking at Thomas.
Cockalorum standing almost straight up but a bit of wavering.
Or the hedge, said Julie. Wet and dripping. Mulchy.
The trees, said Julie, looks like rain.
Inexorable inapplicable in my case, said the Dead Father. Hopefully.
Eleven oclock, then, she said, writing a note in her book. Under the trees?
"Hopefully" cannot be used in that way, grammatically, said Thomas.
The individuals passport is the property strictly speaking of the governing government and therefore should not be bent, even a little. A bent passport makes suspect the competence of the passport holder.
He is chewing the earth again, Julie observed. One would think he would tire of it.