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The #MeeToo concubine convened their virtual covenants for many weeks and years, and now the feminists saw their chance to seize an American state house without an election.  They would attack the very manly and effective bachelor, Andrew Cuomo, Governor of the great and historic state of New York, where a female Lieutenant Governor, which he hand-picked (so they say), was in the wings to take over once they successfully railroaded him.

He must not have noticed, during his three elected terms and while being just a man, that minority group members of his legislature (Assembly and Senate), who were soft and too politically correct had entered.  If he did notice, he knew that, from his father Mario Cuomo’s legacy, that they would surely know that the Cuomo brand always took care of them and thus they’d be fiercely loyal to him!

Unfortunately, this breed hadn’t done their homework nor attended those same classes; apparently, much of the climate of the workplace shifted – and not for the benefit of the traditional American male.  This sad time for manhood in the U.S.A. began with the removal of the stigma of illegitimacy of out-of-wedlock births, IMO.

I’m told that he made “enemies” within his own political party along the way,while in the Statehouse and ask, what powerful leader doesn’t make enemies while trying to govern? This crop are betrayers, pure and simpletons.  Did they ever have a ‘pow-wow ‘ with him, or was it all kinds of ego-trips, nannying, Shakespearean backstabbing (see Julius Caesar) and conspiracy in-silence against him?

Surely “President” Trump has more enemies that Cuomo due to his blatant and childish name-calling and boorish behavior.  So how come nobody pushed him  to resign the race after we all heard him brag about how he’d “grab some pussy” (literally with his hand) off of women he met?   This is troubling for Americans of all stripes.

You can’t be a great leader by always being “Mr. Nice Guy”; as the saying goes, “you can’t please everybody”.

His main coquette and accuser of inappropriate behavior, “Executive Assistant #1”, as described by the traitorous Attorney General’s investigation report – which Governor Cuomo asked for in a move sure to be second-guessed – was at his mansion on NYE, 2019, when he supposedly touched her breasts while taking a “selfie” photo.

Hmmm…why would she go to his mansion on one of the most festive nights of the year, without knowing that a party-for-two might ensue?  In that selfie, its apparent to me, that Andrew had a few – his face was kinda flushed (reddened)! lol

In another photo, supposedly the same strumpet was “working” with the Governor poolside.  He was in shorts on a lounge chair and she. in what looked like swimwear, not far from him and a notch below, as-if sitting on the pool deck facing him, with her laptop.  Did they go for a swim at some point?  As the next saying goes, “It takes two to Tango”.

The gold-diggers even used the Governor’s Italian heritage and habits against him.  Even before I watched the movie, “The Godfather”, growing up in New York City, I always noticed Italian guys’ friendly habits of kissing on the cheeks; they were the first group I noticed where the men would hug one another.  I never gave it a second thought and eventually, this way of men expressing closeness filtered through all the  other ethnic groups!  Amusingly, I remember the first time I tried to embrace my own Pops at the door, upon coming home after a long-time-no-see period; the ole WWII veteran stiffened-up like a board, right in front of my mother – who admonished him to hug me in-return!

This latest Bill Cosby/Al Franken/Weinstein/Trump/et al moment for America was definitely an unnecessary mutiny, the spoils of and repercussions thereof yet to be felt and seen by that state and our society.  It seems that, with the aid of any motivated adventuress, all men of standing are now vulnerable to be sullied and soiled, possibly losing their careers and whatever wealth. Yes, each of the aforementioned men had their own nuanced peculiarities, but they and their accusers are all culled from the same kernel.

Andrew Cuomo as Governor, was never a Captain Blythe, in my book.  On the occasions that I wrote him a letter on behalf of my elderly mother or myself, I always received a personal phone call reply from one of his underlings and not some form letter.  My concerns and issues were successfully addressed in each instance! Speaking of “mothers”, he probably resigned after talking with his 89 year-old mother, Matilda; they can make you take the high road, ya know. These modern-day women’s libbers, never seem to remember that the man, upon whose head they they place a price…has a female mother who they are also disparaging.

His rap game with chicks may have been ill-timed, weak or crude, but those in power are used to getting what they desire and at the end of the day, he was a great Governor from my home state (and I’ve seen many in my times) who didn’t deserve to be seized, shamed and set adrift. I pray he takes a nice long vacation to a place where the women lavish themselves upon him, and who knows, maybe he goes forth with a fine, non-judgemental and loyal female companion.

As for the NYS Attorney General James, I thought she was busy with the former President and his tax evasion! She may be the “Mister Christian” in this sad saga and definitely had a gender-based bias.  Although going against his conflicted fight it or serve the public nature, maybe Cuomo would have been exonerated by the “court-martial” (impeachment) like that twice- impeached President!

 From “America’s Covid19 leader Governor” to  “I Stand Accused” (a classic Issac Hayes song) in only a year.  Wow. By the way, can you imagine this scenario happening to Russia’s Vladimir Putin, for example?  Nyet, me neither. And there is something positively manly to be said about that.

If you are an Achilliad frequent-flyer, you know I was an English/Communications (double) Major at the university and that I review or report on books I read, from time-to-time. Its much more pleasurable to read for fun and information than for a grade, by the way! So this season, I have a new reason to try a different angle: letting you VIPs see what is on my bedside bookshelf reading list this summer!

I don’t promise to review or report on all of these, but in any event, they caught my eyes at the library long enough to bring home for a closer look!

Of particular note is “A Boob’s Life”, by Leslie Lehr, which hooked me – maybe because I’m a “breast man” – long enough to tap into my curiosity about how women really feel (no pun intended) about their titties. I am into it already and the author seems kind of angry with historic purpose.

The other hottie at my bedside is Daniel James Brown’s “Facing The Mountain”, which is about the mistreatment of Japanese Americans in the aftermath of the Pearl Harbor attack on us during World War II. Fascinatingly relevant on so many levels to our American circumstances even here in the summer of 2021.

“Little Fires Everywhere”, by Celeste Ng, is a novel that just cannot seem to snag my attention long enough to finish – it drags a bit, despite excellent reviews when it came out. I want to see it through, but may have to purchase it if I run out of library renews.

On the historical tip is Ronald C. White’s “Lincoln In Private”, which are the written etchings of the man who many hold up as our greatest American President, Abraham Lincoln. It is a kind of “behind-the-scenes” look at the notes he wrote in-between crafting and delivering his lectures and speeches about the issues during his times; some of it resonates to our collective current calamities.

So that’s IT! As the public service announcement used to say, “Reading Is FUNdamental!”Have a good reading summer, wherever your travels take you, and maybe we can compare notes and opinions in the Autumn.

During an interview published in  the January 2020 issue of AARP Magazine, Academy Award-winning actress Viola Davis was asked if she talks to her 10-year-old daughter about the differences between their childhoods. She ended her thoughtful answer with, “And I’m not trying to say that I’m making her grow up passive or milquetoast. But empathy is in short supply today.”  Empathy; one of the many important bases that veteran CBS news reporter and anchorman, Dan Rather, along with Emmy Award winning filmmaker and journalist, Elliot Kirshner touch in their very timely book,  What Unites Us: Reflections On Patriotism (Algonquin $22.95 9781616207823).  This book came out in 2017, but it could have been written in the aftermath of the January 6, 2021 insurrection riot on our Capitol, encouraged by “you-know-who”.

Shining a mirror upon us and our democracy’s nervous times, these reflections are like a Social Studies class refresher course (especially if you went to public school  in a major market, prior to the 1990s). It is where memoir meets history book.

Back in my television watching days, I always made time to tune into Mr. Rather anchoring the CBS Evening News broadcast when I could.  He was the logical successor to Walter Cronkite and ranks among my favorite anchors with Chet Hutley & David Brinkley, Douglas Edwards, Tom Brokaw, Peter Jennings, Max Robinson and Connie Chung.

The gentlemen take us on a cautionary journey, with his early 20th century rural Houston, Texas roots the backdrop against which he reminds and teaches how our country, The United States of America has been better; falters and then steps back up when non-partisanship prevails, cementing all of us together, against many odds. I loved when he challenged some who conveniently try to say they are more “patriotic” than others.

I found the chapter, “Steady”, most enlightening.  Especially page 259, where he writes about the Korean War and its effect upon our country, to be the most enlightening and insightful because that is the conflict which is rarely talked about and which was not addressed in-depth during my school days. Maybe because I was to young to have experienced it in real time, in college by the time it was written about in text books and because I had a real close uncle who served there.

At times it seems that he is speaking directly to the 45th “President” and his ilk without naming names, not harping upon them, but giving equal thought to both ends of the political and philosophical spectrum as only a well-traveled professional broadcaster and news reporter can.  His reporting, and that of his colleagues was never “fake”, as some of the privileged characters who he alludes to would have us believe.

If ever our country needed a dose of true history and togetherness encouragement from one of its citizens, it is now.  Rather’s book should be required educational reading across the land in public, voucher, charter and parochial schools (all of which he writes about); churches, cafeterias, coffee shops, colleges and private clubs (with discussions to follow)!  My rating is five-out-of-five American flags.  

I was confronted by a cop while riding my bicycle yesterday.  Alright,  that sounds worse than it was, but juxtaposed, in retrospect, with it being the day the guilty verdict was announced against the Minnesota officer  in the George Floyd murder case, I found myself pondering it further during my post-ride shower. At the time this happened, I didn’t not know the outcome of the case – I do not watch television – because I had not checked my Android headlines yet, that day.

I write this with a smile and not a frown.  The officer did not turn my world upside-down when he noticed my bike was inverted – he simply wanted to help – unlike much of the banter about policing is these days.  No. Today I come down on the side that most police people really want to help – not hurt good citizens.

Oh yes, by the way, I am a black American man and this officer is Caucasian; I only mention it to accurately paint the word-picture.  I was wearing my “California Republic” kit (very stylish), my helmet, gloves and white wristbands.

My bike is relatively new, having been gifted to me by a former boss, and recently had it “tuned-up” at a local bike shop; my second time riding it since, and this day it threw the chain twice in less than a mile, when I tried to shift gears and this was the second time I had to stop.

The first thing that briefly ran through my mind when I noticed his cruiser’s police striping from the corner of my left eye was that, “Oh, here we go, he’s gonna tell me I’m not allowed to be in the parking lot of a closed business, or something…” As ridiculous as it sounds, during my six decades on earth, I’ve been told many silly rules!    However, the officer quickly dispelled that thought with his genuine concern!  He offered to help and told me about some tool he had that might assist my situation.  When I described what I was going through, the interaction conversation continued friendly, with him telling me about a biking trail and me bemoaning the lack of bike lanes and safe cycling-friendly ways to get to it, which he related to.

We could have kept conversing that day, but I was anxious to get in whatever might be left of my riding exercise and so, I tactfully flipped my bike back upright and thanked him for checking on me, (making sure I used the word “officer” in the sentence) and it was smiles all around as we continued our separate ways, on a beautiful spring afternoon in my new neighborhood. I almost extended my fist, so we could do a sanitary and manly fist-bump, but thought better, not wanting to push it.

While shopping at Lowes on International Women’s Day, I suddenly found myself trailing an awesome redhead woman within its cavernous expanse. Coincidentally, we ended up on the same checkout queue and had a brief conversation, but I, unlike me, didn’t keep it going, in order to get her number! OMG! I’m smitten and yet to be forgivin’. So yes, I submit this sonnet – which will definitely be included in my forthcoming book – to the universe, so it may, with the help of Saint Jude, assure that our paths soon again cross.

“My height redhead, you inspire me to write.
How I dug the way you shop Lowes walking,
Invading my mind day and through the night,
Always dreaming about the sleepwalking.

Let me compare you to a gorgeous arch?
You are more sexy, sensuous and right.
Light clouds dull the timely flowers of March,
And the springtime has your womanly slight.

How may I love you? In so many ways.
I loved your boots, olive green top and jeans.
Your petite beige purse reminds me the day.
I failed to think of what to say most cunning .

Now I must away with a lonely heart,
Remember my right words until we’re not apart.”

We don’t “steal” elections here in the United States of America. As an independent mind, I’ve noticed them since Kennedy/Nixon in 1960.   This is not the banana republic D.T. was trying to make it become.  He lost fair and square and can’t deal with it. Consequently, he shows signs of the one-term President “DTs” (Delirium Tremens), among other “problems”.  If you are still doubting and want to know specifically why he lost, the following are only ten of the perfectly logical reasons not explained on your TV, which will let you finally move on.

1 – His lack of empathy for the shooting of George Floyd and other black American young men galvanized our youngest adult generation across racial lines (I’m so proud). He could not even bring himself to say, “Black Lives Matter” (even if he didn’t mean it), in order to diplomatically calm down the situation which culminated in him ordering peaceful protesters tear-gassed, so he could walk across a street for a photo opportunity, holding a bible in front of a church on Lafayette Square. All of which led to this new coalition registering as first time voters who actually voted like never before!

2 – He attacked our free press – one of the main tenets of our Constitution -like Hitler attacked the press of his day (“Lügenpresse”or“Lying Press” and “Fake News” come from the same mindset), with infantile insults and nicknames. More votes vanished.

3 – His reputation with women and abusive womanizing accusations made that part of the electorate view him as “creepy”, to say the least! They showed their displeasure in droves at the ballot box.

4 – He lost most of the Asian vote by continually referring to the Corona-19 virus as the “China virus”, coining a not-so-veiled racial slur in the process.

5 -He lost much of the Latino, Muslim and immigrant vote with his shameful “wall”, rejecting welcoming efforts like The Dreamers and mean family separation campaigns.

6 – He lost much of the military Veteran vote by insulting war hero, John McCain (even in death) and calling those soldiers who died in battle “suckers” and “losers”.  His not being firm with Russia when it was revealed they endorsed “bounties” upon our troops in Afghanistan didn’t win votes either.

7 – He totally bungled the Covid-19 plague from the outset, even dismissing its seriousness as people died. This was especially noticed by those most vulnerable to it, Senior Citizens. Not lost upon this traditional voting block was how he at one point suggested the population inject bleach or Lysol into our veins as a possible cure. His failure to call for all to wear a mask in a show of common-good unity and flouting it himself – and among his inner circle – cost him copious elderly votes.

8 – Refusing to keep Presidential traditions, like the hanging of the official portrait of your predecessor, certainly lost him more votes.

9 – Doing absolutely nothing after Russia hacked the U.S. government computers, didn’t go unnoticed by a large section of the electorate, which punished him at the polls.

10 – Never reprimanding “white supremacists” and saying there were “good people on both sides”, in the wake of the Charlottesville, Virginia tragedy also wasn’t forgotten.  It happened only 8 months into his term and proved to be a harbinger of miscarriages by DT to come.  Voters remembered in November, 2020!

Summation:  While there are many more reasons he turned-off the majority of non-cult-thinking Americans, such as his obvious mental psychosis and pathology, which any educated person notices immediately. Ultimately, the number of people in this country who want to get along, live in peace and harmony with their neighbors and learn  how to perfect unity is greater than than those looking for an easy excuse for their failings, by becoming scapegoating zealots, who want to take us back to the old ways of over two-hundred years ago.   He’s going through the denial associated with withdrawal, which only accountability and prosecution will rehab.

In a perfect and timely metaphor, D.T.’s failed Atlantic City Casino implodes on February 17, 2021.

This is the autobiographical memoir story of the first half of a life whose backdrop lays bare a dysfunctional family environment which she could not jettison as she grew older, only to rise above all, to superstardom; of talent and belief in self over drama.

I never cared whether Mariah Carey was Caucasian or just a light-skinned black American; in-fact, I figured she was “mixed” the first time I held one of her records in my hot DJ hands, without a second thought – obviously she wrestled with it.  Candid and insightful, Mariah and Michaela Angela Davis write a mix of slang and sesquipedalian words, in The Meaning Of Mariah Carey (Andy Cohen/Henry Holt, $29.99 978125016468), and I must admit that the co-author’s name threw me a bit, being a fan of the activist, philosopher, former Black Panther and professor with a similar moniker.

In describing her life in four parts, she amazingly defies poor decisions to thrive on the world’s greatest musical stages!

Making questionable decisions with some men, which were not in the ilk of her Army veteran father, who she loved, but did not strive to stay with and emulate, her descriptions of affairs saddened me.  I liked how she injected her  various song lyrics into the chapters and you will notice increasing mentions of God as her storied read progresses.

Also, I learned that her father’s trademark linguine dish is also one of my favorites to make!

As a music radio disc jockey at the height of my career during her Tommy Mottola marriage period, knowing what I’d heard about him, I always found it troublesome and curious as to why she married him!  It led to her post-Mottola “melt down”, which she totally could have avoided, in my opinion.  Maybe I like her less as a person – but more than many who I mention her to – as a result of the revelations here, but still will always enjoy her music. She mentions “radio” often and its a wonder our paths never crossed! Maybe cause I’m such a fan (“lamb” as she calls us) and was in that same music business on the radio DJ side during her times of struggle – part of my 40 years on the air – that its so difficult to read about the family hand she was dealt and her not understanding that her mother was emotionally conflicted.  Then when she “made it” was surprised they would try to soak her for endless “loans”, which would never be repaid. Not a totally unfamiliar scenario, but Ms. Carey seemed not to see it coming. Fortunately, her music saved her life.

Unfortunately, the story, with its great middle photo-album section, never speaks about her having higher education, like college, which may have trained her mind to recognize those who would try to use her fame to their advantage. Yes, the recording studio was her solace, as she kept trying to believe, even seeking a therapist, that family would change; they seldom DO.

Mariah also wrote this tome to set the record straight about how she became “the high-priced spread”, to push back against what the tabloid press puts out there about her life and struggles, “In her own words”, as the cliché goes.  I’m surprised she doesn’t mention the great Smokey Robinson in her “Few Words About Great Men” chapter, where she clearly adores fellow Motown hall of famer, Stevie Wonder’s lyrical musicianship and writing genius; I’d love to hear a Smokey & Mariah duet!

I kept this book on my bedside night table and read a chapter per night, since I saw it in the “Bestsellers” section at my local public library; Covid-19 library closures allowed me to keep the volume longer, and so, Mimi got into my dreams a few times – I guess I was concerned about her! For me, ‘the meaning of Mariah Carey’ is, “its in the Mix.”  I recommend this book for both Lambs (her fans) and casual popular music lovers alike, with five stars.

Remember when all you wanted for Christmas was a bicycle?

My first one was a surprise three-speed “Raleigh” style – but not that brand name because my parents always would find a similar, obscure brand from the one all the other kids had – with “regular” handlebars, in  burgundy. I think I went right out to ride it in the snow that Christmas day – not for long – and don’t remember what happened to that bike; only that my last memory of it is that my dad – who apparently never learned to ride a bike (which is still amazing to me), took it for a ride to the corner, which was encouraged or dared by me and my mother – only to return it with the handlebars bent in some awkward way that made me cry like he had broken them.  My dad was a weightlifter strong WWII veteran; but how could he not know how to ride a bike??

A metallic-blue Pierce Arrow “Tour de France” 5-speed racer model with “bull” handlebars, replaced that one on Christmas Day 1969 and I’ll always remember the special feeling.  This was not a total surprise for me though, because mother took me to S. Bellitte & Sons to pick it out, so “Santa” would not bring the wrong one.  I must have waged quite a campaign for it.

Twenty-three years ago, my parents gave me a helmet for Christmas and I laughed; now I can’t imagine riding without it! Seven years ago, my boss at the time regifted a new Liberty bike given to him – to me at Christmastime – when he learned I cycle regularly. I tried to convince him to keep it and take up riding. “Nyet”, he said.

Now, I ask Santa for things like peace on Earth, a kind-but-firm President who is a true leader, in the ilk of John F. Kennedy; health for all of mankind; a cure for the virus and a vaccine that anaphylaxis vulnerable “allergy sufferers can actually take without it getting deathly ill; for my friends who have contracted the Covid plague to get well; to follow sage advices of mentors and loved ones no longer present and never be broke without hope again.  When I leave a Coca-Cola and some butter cookies out for Kris Kringle these days, instead of material possessions, philosophical and carnal passions are needed actions.

Don’t get me wrong, I’ve not become a total corny sellout, or “old” like our parents; still forever young! Instead, I have become more of a realist, when I’m not acting silly with parodies and rhymes to stay connected to my past or amuse myself which is one of the secrets to growth via personal, mental and loyal therapeutic exercise. I find myself saying “it could be worse” more often, and speaking of “exercise”… at the top of my Xmas wants is that I continue to appreciate the embodiment and the meaning of the procedural memory phrase, “its just like riding a bicycle!”  Come.

Wallman

There’s a new villain out there…and he is nobody to marvel at.

The United States of American has been consistently “great”, with varying degrees, since 1776.  Wallman’s campaign slogan in 2016 was just a nationalistic ploy, in the mode of one of his heroes, Adolph Hitler, which set- up his modus operandi to bend our rules to the breaking point.

The world’s dictators like Putin and the guy in North Korea finally found a man so weak that they could whisper to him, “Then just don’t leave…”  and he’d try to do it.

He wanted to build a “wall” along our southern border with Mexico and played to those who complained that “those Mexicans” were coming across our border, “takin’ our jobs away…”

Now we have a “non-scalable “wall” around the people’s White House in Washington, DC, because Wallman thinks that he can stay walled-in and keep citizens who protest his overstaying his welcome away from the building after he pulls this coup-d’etat, in which he will use the military to enforce it against us. Suddenly, you can no longer see the White House from the street!  WTF?  Why would a lame duck President fire his Defense Secretary and replace him and others who quit the Pentagon in the aftermath of that with a bunch of lackeys? Maybe he is setting up his junta!

Talk about “bunker mentality”!  

I’d bet the con man is bluffing this scenario all the way to the end, as if sitting at some gambling table at one of his failed Atlantic City casinos.

I thought it very troubling that nobody picked-up upon the late-in-the-campaign speech and visit he made to Wilmington, North Carolina, which is the site of the only coup in United States history back in 1898, when a group of “white supremacists” overthrew the local government and killed many, many black American residents.   Wallman has been giving us signs that he would do this authoritarian tactic all along!

When he says there is “evidence of voter fraud” in our presidential election of this past November 3, what he really means is that his attempts at voter suppression in “key states” did not work. The reason they didn’t work is that enough Americans still have the common sense to be outraged by Wallman’s corruption and attempts to undo our checks and balances constitutional way of government and we came out and used the power of the ballot like never previously.

I don’t know what he has over or on those in the GOP, that more of them do not stand up to him and say, “You can’t pull that dictator shit here, Wallman!”  So, this is his plan to “make us great again”? By causing more angst and constipation of our electoral process; by not conceding with dignity?  Well, somehow, some way, by man or The Creator, he must be thwarted and evicted – and maybe given a room with bars in the front and window on its wall – before he overthrows life and legislative law, as we have always known it, in this land.

Unmasked (as usual, and a super-spreader)

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It was Halloween Evening and all of the adult masquerade parties were in full physcally-distant ghoul.

The fish in the aquarium tank were agitated and kept seemingly trying to jump out! Since I didn’t feel like cleaning the tank, I decided to just add some distilled water from my electric kettle to top it off.

I could hear the neighbor’s party guests outside; maybe it was breaking up or they were just spreading-out to keep safe, when I heard a knock at the door. I peeked and saw a copper-skinned woman who I did not recognize, in a seemingly brown fur coat. Looking like a bear and figuring she was lost or looking for the neighbor’s party, I decided to ignore it and went back into the living room, closing the vestibule door behind me.

Soon another knock and then I heard a key in the door lock. Grabbing my ole boy scout knife/letter opener, I quietly neared the doorway to confront this intruder, when suddenly the door opened. It was that same female lady and now that I flicked the porch light upon her, I recognized the full length pumpkin-orange woolen coat! Her faintly Asian eyes flashed at me knowingly, through a sequined silver partial costume mask and Covid-19 mouth.

“Hey, you’re the one from the job! What the hell are you doing here!?” I said.
“I told you I was gonna make a copy…” She replied.

I looked her up and down. She was super-attractive, brown-skinned about five foot seven with wavy-curly, while yet straight-down hairdo and carrying a spooky plastic orange Halloween “Trick or Treat” shopping pouch.

“Tanya, right? From Goodwill… You wasn’t bullshittin’ when you said you’d copy my key..” I said.
“I told you..”
“How’d you do that? I was watching you the whole time you was in my cubicle. I asked.

I was working a part-time, temporary assignment with Goodwill administration as a Media Consultant. It was a hen house; so many females and very few men working there – except in the part dedicated to helping armed service Veterans – most of them didn’t flirt overtly, but my intuition told me that this one was curious (“yellow”).
My first impulse was to toss her out. After-all, she was uninvited and it was after midnight. I decided to mess with her for a minute for my amusement and possibly teach her ass a lesson.

“Nice coat. So you just show up?”
Her curly-lipped smile was slightly impish.
“Would you like to rest your coat?”

She peeled it off to reveal an orange lingerie bikini , nothing else.

“Hmmm, nice. But it doesn’t match your lipstick.”
“Thank you, never mind that” she smiled.
“What you got in that trick or treat bag to get me going? Maybe a li’l sniff?” I said, for shock value.
“Let me check. May I sit down?…”
She then did a 180, bending over, her bikini-clad ass almost inches from my growing bulge, as she rifled through one of her Halloween-colored bags. I wondered aloud if her costume was that of a “Bag Lady”. She chuckled as I snickered, “C’mon! Maybe you’ll find out, but I value your friendship either way.”

What the fuck did that mean on Halloween? Is this bitch an evil witch? Or a switch-hitter?

Its your turn, dear reader…
What do you think she pulls out of that bag? Does she have me a treat? Or does she turn a trick?

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