Thursday, April 16, 2015
Crossing
Pell and Marion were smallish, the couple on the wedding cake.
Therefore, the experiment had a good chance.
He dressed as her and she, him.
They were to meet Cliff and Di, both probably sloshed.
Were. So it wasn’t that difficult pulling it off. Though both imitative
voices sounded like the beginning of colds.
The only emergency came with Hops dropping by. Pell, as Marion,
insisted he have a drink. Too much an opening for Hops as he
told two raunchy jokes involving Chinese girls, then put his arm
around “Marion” who finally shoved him away when he began singing.
But Hops was none the wiser either.
Once home, our Wedding Cake couple placed clothing on the bed,
and each hung things back up in separate closets.
Except for the underwear, which went into the hamper.
Pell dangled the bra last, and then dropped it in.
-Had no real use for this!
-Don’t have much of a one myself.
-The package may be small, but, ah, it’s pretty!
-Don’t get any ideas.
-I wasn’t. But I’m not tired.
-I have no desire to talk about the evening. It came off well enough.
-But you’re left...?
-Stale.
-Too easy?
-Isn’t everything?
-Did you get jealous when Hops...?
-It’s a clown show, not method acting.
They watched The Late Show, and the timer clicking off
found them asleep.
Labels: boredom, couples, cross-dressing, drinking
