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"To a liar, truth is stranger then fiction." - Dafney Dewitt
Coffee Break by Dafney Dewitt
Fuller spotted her at Coffee People sipping a mocha.
She was reasonably attractive, but seemed disheveled. Strands of hair
had escaped from her ponytail, her blouse had a coffee stain, and bulged
a little where it tucked into her skirt. He sat next to her.
She spoke first.
"Do you like my hair?"
"Aha!," said Fuller "You caught me looking."
"Well, do you like it?"
"It's nice enough."
"Nice enough for what?"
"It's long. I like long hair."
"Oh, you do, do you?"
"Yes, I do." Fuller stated affirmatively nodding his head.
"Why do you like it long?"
"It gives me something to grab."
"Oh, so you're a grabber, huh?"
"I like to touch," acknowledged Fuller.
"Let's see you touch my hair."
Fuller pointed a finger lightly stroking her hair.
"Would you be that gentle if we were alone?"
"Probably not," Fuller admitted.
"Would you grab my ponytail in your fist and twist me to your desires?"
Fuller carefully stopped sipping his coffee for fear of choking.
"Err . . . no, I wouldn't do anything like that."
"You'd force me to my knees."
"No I wouldn't."
"You'd make me."
"No."
She gave him a smile.
"Men are such liars."
"Not all men."
"My coffee's gone. I've gotta go pee."
"Wait. Give me your phone number," said Fuller.
"If I do, you'll never call."
"I'll call. I promise."
She wrote down her phone number on a matchbook.
"Here, don't forget to call. Ask for Mrs. Lyon."
"I'll call."
Fuller put the matchbook in his pocket. He carried it around for the
next 2 months. He carried it after all the matches were gone. He
thought about calling, but married women were just too easy.
When he did dial, it was to keep his promise. He would enjoy turning
her down. Fuller asked for Mrs. Lyon. The woman answering the phone
kept repeating "City Zoo, our hours are from 10am to 6 pm, Monday
through Saturday."
Fuller slammed down the phone and blurted out a string of obscenities.
"Slovenly bitch! I'd grab your hair, force my cock into your mouth,
fuck your ass until it burned, and spurt hot cum all over your face."
Fuller smiled. She had sized him up correctly within the first few
minutes of their meeting. She was tacky, but intelligent. He had put
off phoning because he thought she would be too easy. She lied better
then he did.
Fuller spent the next 6 months searching for her.
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