Gordon's Story, Part 7


MMLMFPH! Oh, here's Karen in my face again, kissing me. Well, granted, I was thinking about kissing in general, so my mouth wasn't in any sort of defensive position. But I was thinking about Cheryl, not Karen. But I really have to get Cheryl out of my head. I haven't thought of her for a couple of years now, and now just because my first Karen-kiss reminded of my first Cheryl-kiss, I can't get her out of my head. But still, I remember when Cheryl and I were first dating and what our first kiss was like. We were sitting on her couch, watching some lousy movie, and she had that same look on her face that Karen had a minute ago--her eyes half-closed and her mouth slightly open. The whole room was dark except for the eerie blue glow from the TV which heightened her features even more. As we turned toward each other, she hit the remote and... Whoa, hold on there, Gord. Why are you thinking about some girl you haven't heard from in over a score of months when you have a gorgeous and eager chick right in your arms? Get with the program, man. And then, suddenly, Karen broke away. Fickle little girl. Maybe her modesty started kicking in. Anyway, with her face off mine, I could see Paul just sort of standing alone on the dancefloor, looking pathetic and alone. Wendy must have gone off to the bathroom--that where girls run off to--and I needed to get rid of Karen for a minute. "Maybe you should go and help Wendy powder her nose," I said, and she looked up at me like I was the most magnanimous person she'd ever met. Then she ran off to the bathroom.
	by Brian Tivol

MMLMFPH! Oh, here's Karen in my face again, kissing me. Well, granted, I was thinking about kissing in general, so my mouth wasn't in any sort of defensive position. But I was thinking about Cheryl, not Karen. But I really have to get Cheryl out of my head. I haven't thought of her for a couple of years now, and now just because my first Karen-kiss reminded of my first Cheryl-kiss, I can't get her out of my head.

But still, I remember when Cheryl and I were first dating and what our first kiss was like. We were sitting on her couch, watching some lousy movie, and she had that same look on her face that Karen had a minute ago--her eyes half-closed and her mouth slightly open. The whole room was dark except for the eerie blue glow from the TV which heightened her features even more. As we turned toward each other, she hit the remote and...

Whoa, hold on there, Gord. Why are you thinking about some girl you haven't heard from in over a score of months when you have a gorgeous and eager chick right in your arms? Get with the program, man.

And then, suddenly, Karen broke away. Fickle little girl. Maybe her modesty started kicking in. Anyway, with her face off mine, I could see Paul just sort of standing alone on the dancefloor, looking pathetic and alone. Wendy must have gone off to the bathroom--that where girls run off to--and I needed to get rid of Karen for a minute.

"Maybe you should go and help Wendy powder her nose," I said, and she looked up at me like I was the most magnanimous person she'd ever met. Then she ran off to the bathroom.

by Brian Tivol