Page 17 of Alonzo

“No, no, no—”

“OK, then. You not want my finger in butt? I tell you future. How about that?”

He’s laughing hard now. I really like his laugh. He sounds so different when I make him laugh. I can’t explain it, I just… feel this difference in him.

“OK. Tell me my future, Madam Tara.”

“OK. I tell future. You take notes.”

“Is this… is this gonna take long?”

“Why? You have hot date?”

“Yes. I told you. I want to phone-fuck Tara.”

“So you do want finger in butt?”

Now we both laugh.

“You’re kinda fixated on ass sex tonight. Is that a hint?”

“Hmm.” I pause. “I would say yes to that in real life, you know.”

“I’m sorry, Madam Tara? Is that you? Your accent disappeared.”

“Momentary lapse. OK. I tell future. It’s all about ass sex.”

“I can’t wait to hear it.”

“You take notes.”

“I have my pen and paper ready.”

“One day soon, Mister Lonnie. The moon will be pink.”

“A full, pink moon. Got it.”

“Not full. Just a sliver in the sky.”

“A pink sliver in the sky. OK. Well, that’s kinda cryptic.”

“All fortunes are cryptic, Mister Lonnie. They rise and fall like the tide.”

“So I’ve heard.”

“When this pink moon appears, sexy librarian will be on her knees.”

“All fours? Or between my legs with her mouth open?”

Jesus Christ. This man. Sometimes I don’t understand. I just can’t reconcile this hot dirty talk with the nerd glasses and button-down shirts. “All fours. Yes. She wants you to put your cock in her ass.”

And then I picture this for real. That huge cock…

“You’re hesitating, Madam Tara.”

“You know… your cock is kinda big, Lonnie.”

“Accent!”