Regina didn’t know she was pregnant when she traveled to the first lunar resort on the edge of Bilharz crater.  She was thick waisted before the pregnancy, but from a genetic predisposition and not unhealthy eating, which meant that she had lovely skin.  Regina was beautiful and capable, so she carried herself with confidence.  She was the desire of a fair share of decent men, and pursued by those who weren’t ashamed of the imagined image that depicted themselves standing beside this atypically attractive young woman in full view of the public.  Still many more indecent men with strong confusions about their powerful lust for her curves were happy to fantasize about fucking Regina in private.  She wore her weight in a way that reminded me of Christina Ricci in Buffalo 66, but she looked at the world through half moon eyes instead of full.  Regina almost always looked like she wasn’t so sure you were telling her the truth.  She parted her shoulder length black hair on the right and swept her bangs across her left eyebrow, but hardly fiddled with it, not even when it fell in her line of sight.  In fact, if she did brush it behind her elven ears you would know she had it in mind to undo all of the correction your orthodontist made against your formerly teenaged will.  You would mostly see this when haggard, haughty harridans with Where’s Waldo physiques complimented her pretty face.  These old cunts surreptitiously insulted her in response to their husbands ogling her confidence, or in anticipation of them doing so.
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This is heartfelt.

I wish dogs could use the telephone.

© Brock Rizy 2010

I have to eat garlic.  There’s no way I’m wearing a cross.

Okay, new roomie. We gotta discuss the fart situation. Do we cut loose or do we politely excuse ourselves? You do what you want, but I’ll be excusing myself. Ok, cool. Don’t worry, I only get farty after I eat…garlic.

© Brock Rizy 2010

Texas, Arkansas, Missouri, Illinois. At least two deserved it.

I arrived alive. How was the drive? Ya mean my nighttime tour of America’s rest stops? I pissed on four different states.

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Illinois is flatter than Texas.

Can you drop me in Springfield? I need a nap.

© Brock Rizy 2010