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You told me of Pound
taught me to write, sneak around,
orgasm to Dali.

You prized me as SALT
loved my whims, but have a fault -
- Wife against threesomes.

Good things wait for those who know what they are doing

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The following comments are for "Teflon Sam"
by VickieSALT

nothing perfect
Guess there is no real perfection, "Wife against threesomes" may only be a fault to some. Loved the first stanza. Short and very to the point. Enjoyed.


( Posted by: nae411 [Member] On: April 12, 2011 )

Same Telefone
My kind of recombobiscence, as always.
re. wife: Considering that I am wearing a chastity belt, I say that you are a mistress of understatement. Before it is tightened, gotto sneak out, over and out.

( Posted by: Teflon [Member] On: April 12, 2011 )

I moved from Dali to Magritte
Thank you Sammie and Nae. I have moved on from Dali to Magritte, you know?

I have this one on my blog - Big O value, isn't it - and everything you men treasure, and the rugs - the Tori's favorite inventory to crawl for: the rugs, the mirrors, the wallpaper, and creaky floorboards! So -...I am still waiting for your wife..."don't feel bad, you drew me this way"...I'm such an untiring optimist!

Tori *breathes thanks, snuggles to Nae*

( Posted by: VickieSALT [Member] On: April 13, 2011 )

Same chic
..different day

The combined employment of Pound, Dali and SALT isn't something seen everyday- let alone in a "Haiku"/senryu..

"fault"..normally references a failing/defect in a persons character..a blemish. Having said that,
a wife being against threesomes may be unattractive to you; with where "fault" lies, perhaps being relative to perception.

( Posted by: Bobby7L [Member] On: April 13, 2011 )

that gym chick
the fault is the said understatement, a symbol for the problem that we, or she represented. Yes, she is against threesomes, and of course, against more variations of sexual expression. While "he drew me that way," i.e., I am consistent in dress and look throughout the day, I wear the same elegant casuals.

Unlike her, who dresses to the hilt of the chic and Sam's credit - for work, and coming home immediately changes into a dowdy mommie in sweats, who is against fetish and kink. Of course she couldn't compete with...- Tori "you drew me that way" SALT.

( Posted by: VickieSALT [Member] On: April 13, 2011 )

Torigate: due diligence.

Why did I have such an about face? What made me come out wearing out my trusty Lit org typewriter? Could that be…a resemblance of Vickie's underhanded treatment while here at Lit, to a Torigate that happened to her t the hands of a frumpy librarian and a sanctimonious People's City Councilwoman(and me in a minor way)?

After her divorce, Vickie moved into a cozy townhouse apartment with quiet neighbors. After she finished moving in, she got a welcome, and the standard pretty tray of cookies and whatever.

The neighbors were very nice, though they acted a bit imposing, as I helped Vickie with bulky stuff. I was busy exerting myself to answer all their rhetorical questions that sounded quite meddlesome.

Very important to mention that the nice and nosey neighbors were a librarian and a city council member. They even volunteered to babysit Vickie's daughter. Vickie got them gift baskets. Everything was going so corny and cozy…until Vicki's first night in her new place.

That night she left her daughter in the care of one of the neighbors, and went out, eventually bringing a boyfriend (one Sam, a.k.a. Teflon) to keep her company at night.

There was no swinging off the chandeliers or loud music or boisterous party revelers. Just a young woman and her post-divorce companion coming home in the wee hours of the morning.

This went on for weeks, it seemed to me, when Vickie's daughter eventually was babysat by Vickie's relatives, the intended baby sitters.

Vickie continued to be a very generous neighbor, locating of the neighbor's misplaced mail, changing light bulbs on the walkup, arranging the garbage bins after the garbage truck.

One fine day the tight knit community's newsletter AND the city newspaper featured basically the same prepackaged rant and a complaint about her, and the councilwoman even had a community peace-marked police car come out, and the optimistic Vickie never worry about the complaint.

When I hunted down the back issues of the newsletter, I learned that Vickie was a loose girl, and irresponsible with her child, and with her boyfriends (I must have changed my voice every night) and was making all sorts of embarrassing noises at night.

The rumor mill was efficient. The moral neighborhood watching duo promptly repackaged the news of the open-minded, confident Vickie, mentioning tangentially that she had sex in the airport bathroom with a man she met on the plane on her flight back. Not me.

The librarian knew me as her indirect boss, and she also knew that I was married. My nightly visits with the carefree Vickie must have caused the Moral Duo some sleepless night, when not from the nights free of the embarrassing noises, then from frustration at the outside world replete with debauchery.

I think there was even an attempt to bring in the department of social services and more on a trumped up charges of child neglect, but the smart and well-intentioned Vickie and her goodwill prevailed.

With the light bulbs (re)vengefully removed, and with other frigid ornery shoulder treatment, the cold status quo ensued for several years.

Our Vickie however, waltzed on, unperturbed, and moved out only when it was time for her to remarry and move out of the country altogether, to the relief of the librarian and the city council woman's relief, but that renewed problems with misplaced mail and with the dark driveway.

Life fixes wrongs and wrongdoers. The librarian, unable to stand the paranoia that I would somehow have her fired, could not keep main her stodgy grumbling librarian self, took an early retirement.

The City Councilwoman failed to get re-elected because her mayor discovered that she has been leaking information on contract bidding for her own political purposes.

City snows ploughs had also been found to make an extra swoop down her driveway on chilly snowed-in days, sparing her husband having to fire up their rider Toro (Ha! I see that Tor- root in there!)
The Torigate only started.

And that was smart for me to keep a low profile. Recently, an estate of one of her deceased boyfriends, trying to spitefully grab her possessions after she inherited a juicy, probate-free gift from the man, illegally raided Tori's girlfriend's studio by mistake, in effect stealing the girlfriend's art work which included lesbian art photos of Tori.

They were discovered trying to sell the photos to the media, and doing all sorts of amateurish, attorney-suggested quick-sell schemes, which convoluted on themselves and backfired.

Torigate, or Tori snowstorm, swept the snow off the councilwoman's deeds and showed the estate contacting her, and engaging in illegal transactions.

The estate could thank the council woman for poor quality gossip and a lawsuit. Things don't look good for the councilwoman too.

Meanwhile, Tori is way across an ocean and a great sea, all married, and playing house with her husband and nursing her babies. Her girlfriend is managing the lawsuit and her updates are on Vickie's blog.

Come to think of it, the librarian and councilwoman could be found here, in our midst.

( Posted by: Teflon [Member] On: April 21, 2011 )

bow and curtsy!
you know of that time when I made the point not to bow or curtsy to the royal relative, - and I really stood out! As a Jewess and a US-born individual I am doubly free from bowing to any human being. But for this opus - I bow and curtsy before YOU!
I don't know how I missed this one!
I have no comment on you being right or wrong about any of the particulars, of course.

loud and sloppy mwuahs for YOU!

your own triply (1 week) free SALT!

( Posted by: vickieSALT [Member] On: May 22, 2011 )

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