Date: Wed, 14 Jun 1995 06:33:58 -0700
Title: cockroach at Bikers

DAY TWO:
        Jake opened the bar as usual  and, as usual the same collection of
life forms  were crawling across the bar pullating, awaiting their
morning's brew.

pul.lu.late vi -lat.ed ; -lat.ing [L pullulatus, pp. of pullulare, fr.
  pullulus, dim. of pullus chicken, sprout--more at foal] (1619) 1 a:
  germinate, sprout b: to breed or produce freely 2: swarm, teem --
  pul.lu.la.tion n

        Clair, among the vermen, noticed Tod sitting on a stool as if he
had never left the bar from yesterday.  She also observed him yesterday
....something like a cat watching a cockroach....left that stool only twice
to relieve himself.
        Tod was one of those  lowlifes who hitched up his genitilia when
ever  he  talked to females.  She had read once it was a sign of insecurity
but she doubted it...especially with someone like Tod.
It was more a domination signal like a dog about to mount  an inferior.
        Tod had spent the night astride his chopper, probably due to lack
of ready cash or even out of the caution that some other cockroach would
steal it, but she knew it was ,infact,  his one true love. It  was obvious
to her', he had mounted the thing like a woman.
        "He prob'ly  jackedoff on the damn thing", she muttered aloud.
         'Mornin' Beautiful'" he called to her."  Wanna beer ...on me??"
        Clair's perception that Tod was "sexual" was quite accurate  but
she missed the fact that Todd prefered little boys for pleasure and old men
for money.



ca.ve.at lec.tor [L] foreign term : let the reader beware
Hump day upon us.  Let it be.
Barbara decided to write about Tod.  Interesting point
of view, eh?

luv ya!
d.



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