He was hanging out by the dumpsters... near the channel that separates Key West from Stock Island... known as Cow Key Channel.. he had been mucking along in the aromatic putrid shallows... Ah the smell of sea decay, he was new in town...
He met this guy at the outdoor beach showers he seemed o.k.. but you know how it is when you first meet some one...No real friend... his true friends were mostly dead or far away, then along came this really weird dude.. big fellow.. Slow thinking type with a large peg head... they called him Bluto... he did not seem terribly bright... though I am sure he must of had some Island of expertise.. as most do... after much difficulty he got on his wet long pants and tennis shoes on.. after the sopping struggle he looked up and there sitting like a Pixie on top of one of the dumpsters was this small Cuban woman wearing a red Bandana on her head it was apparent to him she had just recently made the crossing....from her Homeland she was speaking in fast, hard pounding Spanish.... and smoking a big fat cigar... she had on blue jeans on up to her mid leg chins ... she was aiming her words at him and they were coming out like bullets from of a machine gun...... whoa, whoa, whoa, he said... D-e-s-p-a-c-i-o.. porfavor... she stuck her pasty white tongue out at him...She said her name was Mary Ann... wow.. what a sweet heart... this was a nasty girl... a version of a Bloody Mary from South Pacific or perhaps Mary Ann from Gilligans Island gone terribly terribly wrong...... he was certain she was capable of cutting his throat with a rusty blade.... all he was looking for was a twinkle in her eye... there was none, that is what scared him the most, she would probably be one nasty fuck he thought... as the smoke came rolling out of her mouth... she was no innocent lamb and getting older, kind of scary... really.
Even for him.... and he never thought of himself as easily a feared.
Its was rich and poor thing there as many places in the world he thought... always is always has been, he used to be sort of rich in comparison to his existence... now... he was walking around as of recent in just his fruit of the Looms and a button down shirt with jut one button on the next to the very top button hole and barefoot... where were his damn clothes?
He could not remember where he had put them or ... or maybe he was wearing all that was all he had... Hmmm.
He had to go see whats her name... God she was beautiful.... a vision, and here he was penny less bum... still she liked him....a little but not enough... he had always wanted to fuck her.. but.. he had an unwritten rule, he never screwed married women out of respect for their husbands... he knew how that tasted.... call it a weird moral....among'st a few.... very few.
Her house was an antique shop as well... he swung the door open.. and there she was.. all dressed up putting on her last bit of make up on in front of a mirror... and a small pink suitcase on wheels with the handle extended right behind her... she was wearing a pant suit affair... and had a flower in her hair....
Damn she looked good... he thought, she was troubled... he said, 'Can we talk about it?'
Her response was , 'before I go somewhere now and fuck? she said.
Oh man... don't do it he thought..... right at the same moment some other dude... the friend or accomplice to the guy she was going over to fuck showed up... with a big lumber yard style push cart and was loading up antiques to buy...
oh I get it... the unmentioned price or perk or benefit... for her going over and breaking her vows.... large purchases.... he thought to himself.
and damn he wanted to fuck her too... himself.... what a pig.... she probably would not fuck him anyway...
I mean standing there broke... barefoot, in his stained fruit of the loom whitey tightys... with not too big of a bulge.. and that button down shirt with only one button on it second to the top hole.... he was a prime looker... no doubt he was aware of it, how could she resist?
oh but her... smelling so good fresh out of the shower and putting that last bit of make up on in front of the mirror... and topped off with a flower in her hair even....
She was very close to becoming Guilty as charged..... Don't do it little bitch.... its not worth it.
Better you break clean with your husband about being more attentive to you.
The Very Special People of Key West Florida.
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