She was thinking about breaking up with her latest serial lover. That union had produced the baby girl she had dreamed of, but she didn’t need him anymore. “It only takes one man,” she smiled to herself as she planned how she would accomplish her next seduction.
She was bored with all of Creetus’ talk about astrology and the long pauses he took filled with deep inhaling and followed by a wracking cough that was so powerful, he had to hold his balls in place with one hand while he gripped his pipe in the other. He had been a useful amusement, but now it was time to move on. She figured a nice affair with Abe Linken ought to do the trick.
Abe was watching over the community garden, living alternately in a tepee in the back of the property and an old chicken shed that he had fixed up as a rough duplex of sorts. He had no privy or shower, but he had a wood stove, a bed, and a huge ping pong table that he set up with various war games he liked to play.
So, she was trading astrology for war games? Men and their hobbies! Humph! She wanted the taste of another dick inside of her. She crept up to the tepee early one morning hoping to catch him still asleep. She knew most men were vulnerable in the mornings waking with the night wood that would need release.
She didn’t think anything of her gay friend with the jute purse he always carried over his shoulder suddenly popping up out of the tepee to say hello to her. Abe was still asleep he told her. She was disappointed, but didn’t put two and two together at that time. She went to look over her garden plot to see if it needed attention.
She had planted corn, squash, onions, green beans, and an entire fence across the property now in full bloom with Heavenly Blue Morning Glories. Each gardener was given a plot to plant and care for. The rules were simple; plant what you want to eat or give away, buy your own seeds, no marijuana, water was free donated by the county.
It was like she was reliving an older time. She washed her daughter’s clothes by hand with White King D on a scrub board. The little one only wore the finest cotton diapers and clothes. Kristie went to the garden originally to supplement her diet with fresh vegetables, but she ended up making some good friends there with similar community ideals.
She liked that about Abe. She was attracted to thinking men. She took an interest in the map he had laid out on his ping pong table – Pickett’s Charge. He was working through various Civil War battles. All the little model soldiers were setup in blue and gray. He had even constructed little hillocks and stands of trees. Pickett’s Charge was a suicide mission that the south never fully recovered from. At the end of the battle there were over 6,000 Confederate casualties.
Kristie put on her best seduction act. She flirted with Abe and made sure that he knew she was available. Still, with a baby on her back and and old man that Abe respected, he wouldn’t budge. Finally he told her one day, “Look, I’m not going to tell you what my sexual preferences are. You are a very attractive woman, but I’m not interested.”
“Hmmm…” Kristie thought about all the evidence. “Yup,” she was sure. “Abe Linken was gay!”
(First published 9/11/12)
