Kissing Clarice - Two Bites of Bodie
* * * * * ( Apologies for the squashed format, : : : due to Poetry Soup incompatibility with phone use) * * * * * : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : :
- - - - - " Haven't seen you for a while!" Vera opens. - - - - "We should be getting together." Whit opens further.- - - -
He examines her response, figuring it must be eighteen months or more since they had a couple of flirtatious exchanges at mate's birthday and Christmas parties. - - - - "Sure we should," her voice hazed vagueness - - - -
" Did you decide to move in downstairs with your brother?" Whit asks, remembering talk of Vera becoming a nanny for her soon to be born nephew and pre - school niece.
- - - - Vera's injected forehead struggles. "Oh, nah. I'm still sharing with Tahli and Dez. Ramona decided to put the kids into daycare. She got six months off work anyway." - - - - They gossip about Tahli and Deziray for a minute. - - - - Whit tries to find cool humour in her discription : - - - - The house sounds like bedlam. - - - - " Geez! When sharing is not so much caring as despairing!!" - - - -
Vera's stabbing laugh showcases jutted front teeth. - - - -
" Are you going to Lake's party Friday? " Whit inquires - - - Vera's smile is lopsided. - - - -" Yeah. There'll be about eighty people there. "
- - - - Glances across the expanse of orange lit, navy carpeted Crow. - - - - " Hey, wanna come drink with us? " I've got Emma, Herb, Maddox." - - - - - Instinctively Whit knows he'll refuse. - - - -
Male to female ratio would be out of whack. - - - - He assures Vera they' ll catch up soon, see ya Friday at Lake's, have a fun Find. - - - - Vera reciprocates well wishes, returns to her pre mixed group. Alternating rise and fall ass cheeks correspond. - - - - Red reflective material swaddles her hypnotic buttocks. - - - -
Engrossed by imaginings, his phone jitter interrupts.
- - - Enticing, surprising message says: ' Hi. Just checking what cha doing? My gals pranced out on me! - : wink face emoji : - Kind of happy actually, - I' ve really wanted to see you, so I guess this could be the perfect time, if you're free. '- - - - Whit's nerves clog, then release a flow of energy. - - - - Bodie. - - - - Divine lady Bodie! - - - - He' s pretty sure her Tag Time page still shows her in a relationship with Siggy. - - - - Taking a gulp, leaving remainder of brandy on his table, Whit is seduced by his mission.
- - - - Message informs she's at 'Spectrum'. It's known as a trouble free easy going Club, plays light dance and trance music. - - - Confident looking girls dancing with girls make for a pleasing display. - - - - - - - - Bodie's supple hug sends cotton baby powder stirring scent. - - - -
While making appropriate greeting sounds, Whit admires her fitted white shirt, stud clipped pockets projecting forward on chest. - - - - Intimate jeans gel against her compact hips. - - - - Their hug clutches retracted rivers of waist length mahogany coloured hair. - - - - - - - - Bodie's unassuming honest air pulls carts of nostalgia in Whit's lowest gut. - - - - - Unexpected fatherly essence in Whit asks sympathetically, " - - It's not working so well with Siggy?" - followed by a swallow. - - - - Bodie grins (ashamedly), and shrugs into a sip of her vodka and tonic. - - - - " He took his parents', - Mum's advice. They think I'll be a burden on him, now my Masters in Psychology is, - worthless"
- - - - Whit discerns the pain in her revelation, seeming mostly centred on the useless result of six years study. - - - - - - - - Grasping the conduits of prospect, Whit lays out truth: - " I thought you were too advanced for Siggy. - You lend yourself to peoples' feelings, he just seems larger than life." - - - - Vodka tainted Bodie emphatically nods agreement. - - - - - " Uh huh, totally, - he did sometimes forget to slip out of on screen persona. Eehhgh, what can you expect from an influencer? " - - - - They pull high school gross out faces. - - - - Whit feels a spouting bubble of water trying to errupt from his chest. - - - - He makes a couple of solid suggestions for alternate career options Bodie could approach. - - - -" You have a chunk of prerequisites. Study A. L."- - (Adjudicating Law). - - - - Around twelve times the number of judges are rotated through Courts, compared with in 2040, in response to rife corruption. - - - - Having a vastly greater pool of magistrates is seen as a way to eradicate bribery and bad behaviour in the judicial system. - - - - - - - - - Bodie is gazing at him like a vulnerable threatened deer. - - - - Whit imagines he's a stag mounting her on a sun striped forest soft floor. - - - - "Yeah, maybe," she replies, slender legs bending in Bambi like dance. " Court's are pretty unindated with graduates. For the first few years at least, you'll only get a case a year." - - - - - - " I live by myself," Whit (boldly) proposes, - " You can stay if you need, it'd be good, a share mate." - - - - Bodie puts her glass down on adjacent table. Whit sees her chest lower, tension released. - - - - Is she curious about him? - - - - Whit's mind feels her against his chest, her bulbous cushions splayed, pressed, warming to him, melting initial wrinkle nipple hard spots. - - - - - - - - - : : : : : : : They spin into contagious circus atmosphere of Got Lots night. Whit's unaware of duration while they mingle and greet passers by, Seemlessly resuming instep dance. - - - - Hilarious moves injected between (sometimes stumbled) caresses, produces amenable meshing. - - - - - - - - - Whit returns from the restroom in the tiny hours of morning's expectation. - - - - Catches sight of Bodie in the section of Spectrum he'd left, among the billowing links of fellow dancers. He squints, drawing closer. Bodie's head, centred between her silky maroon drapes, is placed (peacefully, painfully)?? - on the slender bare shoulders of a mousey haired hare faced girl, friend, Whit supposes. - - - -
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