Naked with a Camera

So much of the fresh mowed earth, bouquets of charcoals burning, all steeped and stamped into the magic which is New Hampshire on a beautiful spring day.[contact-form]

…with no particular place to go.

I had chance to get Aunt Gladys trustee steed and moped extraordinaire out.  Popped the clutch and took a ride on my not even close to a Harley Knock Off.Up the pastures that dot Gile road.  Down the country dirty paved roads that mark Canterbury’s Center and down to the Farm I went.The memories hit me like the open fields of manure that crossed my path.  Had it been almost a year ago?  I knew the memory was evil.  It sent chills up and down my leathered skin.Yup, a year ago it was.  Pulled aside by Canterbury’s finest.  Deputy Jerk Off and his donuts.Ambien Grace spread eagle in the back of Grandpa Ed’s Malibu.  Can’t blame me she wanted to drive.In spite of myself I chuckled at the thought of her twenty two years quickly regressing back to infancy and a child’s inability to master the English language.”You two alright?”  droopy draws with a badge inquired.By now I had lost the numb nut naked ass fake photographer who had been infatuated with my edginess.  She could only mutter and nod her head and with failed attempts…cover her larger than life cleavage.”Yes sir, we were out taking pictures.  Show the nice officer your camera Ambien/Annie.”  I  had urged the debutante of wasted education.All I received was a hand off of a highly over priced camera and a cough from the backseat of the Malibu.”You girls have some people curious up at the farm.  Now I know what’s going on and whatever floats your boat.  Who’s car is this?” Dime Store Deputy spouted.Again, nothing from the Malibu but, “I don’t think I have my license on me…I’m naked.” whispers Ambien/Annie.”Oh, it’s her car sir.  The young girl in the back.  Wave at the officer Ambien/Annie!” I coaxed strongly.One thing led to another.  A wave and a license was handed out.  A nod and a perverted smile grace Deputy Fife‘s stupid cousin. He hiked up his pants.  Pulled his erection to the side and road off down the dirty and tainted farm road.

‘Cause if I gotta spend another minute with you
I don’t think that I can really survive

Needless to say, the moment had come and gone.  Sex was sex.  But big Momma Theresa will have a bird if she ever finds out about this one. And, Beckett Couvillion the third, I had been told, had a nose for sex. With all these revelations the younger by the minute twenty-two year old looked like a deer stuck in headlights.We hoped in the Malibu.  Ambien/Annie popping a Clozapine or some kind of white pill with calming effects.She begged for me to calm her down.  She whimpered her hopelessness in times of struggle.  And, she asked for my hands between her legs as we drove back to reality.Looking at the farm now, I think only three thoughts:What a beautiful land I live in!What a stupid cow…glad she’s left the state.They just don’t make Malibu’s like they used to.I couldn’t take it any longer
Lord I was crazed
And when the feeling came upon me
Like a tidal wave
I started swearing to my god and on my mother’s grave
That I would love you to the end of time
I swore that I would love you to the end of time!
So now I’m praying for the end of time
To hurry up and arrive
‘Cause if I gotta spend another minute with you
I don’t think that I can really survive
I’ll never break my promise or forget my vow
But God only knows what I can do right now
I’m praying for the end of time
It’s all that I can do
Praying for the end of time,
So I can end my time with you!!