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Here is She multiplies infinity - part 2. If you haven't read the first part it's here: She multiplies infinity - part 1. As always, thoughts are much appreciated. I've had about four or five months off writing serial stuff and would like to know how this one is. Be as brutal as you like - I am.
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I was there the night he met her. In the usual club we went. It's a place which still comes back to me in so many ways. I'm getting off the track, but you know that smell of over-used cooking oil you get sometimes - I've never smelled that again without thinking of that place. Of course, there's a ton of music too which has that club wrapped all around it. And, in the same way when Fred met Angie, under all that thumping neon, I can't think of him and her without having that club in mind a little bit. Funny how a place like that becomes a tattoo on the inside. Sorry, I'm going off on one a little.
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She went back to his place that very night. He was living in a sparse place at the time. I should describe that night as he did I suppose. Fred was able to talk in such enthused bursts - his conversation that made most minds photographic.

'You know what my bedroom looks like Ruk. It's got that huge radiator under the window with a century of paint on it. And the curtain half unhooked and what have you. Well, it's not pretty, but it's got a lived enough in class about it. Anyway, she undressed in front of that for me. She was kind of shy about it, and she had a white blouse on - she took her bra off from under it. So, she was standing in front of that ugly metal beast, in this blouse and her white knickers. Then she took those of in front of me. I could feel my lungs pressing my ribs, my throat getting hot. Ruk, she's got the most immaculate cunt I've ever seen. I half expected to see a halo around it. It's the closest I've ever had to an epiphany. Something about her standing there, that shabby, rough part of my room behind her, and her cunt, with the shock of perfect dark hair. It made me fill right up.'

It wasn't just his words, but the pauses in what he said. The way in which he shook his head at the same time - like in disbelief about it. It's not to say he'd always been a tough nut, but there was something soft in his tone - a real affection compared to how he'd described some other women I'd known him with.

In fact, he didn't actually make love to her - full penetration that is - until they'd been together about six weeks. They'd slept together more nights than not including that first night, but he said himself he was protracting being inside her. He used to say if foreplay had a collective noun it'd be 'respect'. He was showing the full 'respect of foreplay.'

It was only about half a year later when he told me he was going to propose.

'I'm asking Angie to marry me Ruk. She amazes me with how great she is in every way. There's also no denying how much I want a certain moment - her lying on the bed, in her wedding dress, legs wide open with those white knickers off again. Her cunt lips there and the pubic mound in the centre of all that white silk. My god - I can think of nothing more intense and exquisite than that sight in some ways. This is it you see - her, in that dress, with her cunt open for me, forever, as my wife. It's the ultimate dedication, isn't it? Her saying to me that it's just me and her in that place for good. It's love Ruk - that's it exactly.'
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I know I'm making it sound like he had this fixation with her cunt. Which is not what he was like all the time. He had a problem with honesty in that way I suppose - in the way that he couldn't help but use it to the hilt. I should tell you more about what they were like generally as a couple though - so you know it wasn't as I'm making it sound. There is of course more to this story, and their love, than his cunt affection.

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Here is: She multiplies infinity - part 3.

Sunday, November 19, 2006

She multiplies infinity - part 2