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There’s plenty of pretty girls here, but there’s
something in particular about her. There’s something in particular,
I don’t know what it is. She doesn’t know my name just yet.
But I know in my heart: I’ve got to make her mine!
Most nights she leaves alone, but tonight she’s leaving with him.
He’s everything I’m not: Strong and handsome. His hair has gel,
his ears have diamonds and his arms have trendy, tribal tattoos.
I follow them to her place. She just met this guy, and yet his hands are
all over her.
"Stop it!" I hear her say, but that cutsy giggle tells me she
doesn’t mean it.
He knows too, because he grabs her and carries her to the
door. Suspended in his arms, she puts her key in the lock, and the two
disappear inside.
Soon after, a light upstairs comes on, and I see her flawless silhouette.
"Come on up and climb me," Big Oak Tree, that runs along the
side of her house says, in a tone so affable, I have to smile back and
say,
"Thank you, Big Oak Tree. I will."
"You can see everything from atop my branches," Big Oak Tree
says.
Big Oak Tree is right. Once up in his hearty branches, I can see into
her room with ease. They don’t bother to dim the lights or close
the blinds. They’re too busy tearing off clothes while drooling on
each other.
He removes her tube top, and I see how incredible her breasts are—even
better than I imagined. As is her bottom half. Her legs are slender, but
not too slender. Her hips are full and round, but not too full, nor too
round. She is stunning…absolute perfection.
I cannot hear her through the closed window, but she yells something like,
"Come get me, big daddy!"
"Fuck yeah!" he yells back, or something equally inarticulate.
He is not perfection; he is far from it.
They don’t use the bed, instead sinking towards the floor. His ass
pops in and out of view, but I can’t see her any longer.
"Thank you, Big Oak Tree," I say as I shimmy down.
"You’re welcome. Come back soon."
"I will."
I walk down the alley beside her house and pass dented garbage cans.
"Hey! Look in here!" Tin Trashcan calls to me.
"Thank you, Tin Trashcan. I will."
Inside, I find used tampons and condoms. "Yuk!" I cry, about
to walk away.
"No. Keep looking," Tin Trashcan insists.
So I keep searching for a morsel—any item from her life will do.
I find a copy of her phone bill.
"Karen," I say her first name aloud. "Karen,"
I repeat.
***
"Hello," she says when I call her the following day. "Hello?"
I don’t know what to say. She hangs up, but I call back.
"Hello!"
Oh that bubbly voice, even when she’s nervous. I’ve got to make
her mine!
I love her. I need her. She’ll love me. She’ll need me. I love
her. I need her! I know that I’m good for her!
There’s something in particular about her, to you it may seem strange,
but I’m back up Big Oak Tree, staring at her window, and today, Nice
Window is open.
"Come closer," Nice Window says.
"Yeah, go closer," Big Oak Tree agrees.
"Yeah, she wants it!" Tin Trashcan adds.
"Yes, I want you," Karen says, wearing just bra and panties.
"Come on up here big fella."
"Me?" I say. Could she really mean it?
"Yes you," she laughs, but with me, not at me,
like all the others do.
I climb higher. The branches are thinner, but still support me. I am at
Nice Window, looking in at her, yet I hesitate.
"Go on," Big Oak Tree encourages.
"Yeah! She wants it." Tin Trashcan barks.
I’ve got to make her mine!
"Well?" she asks with a shrug, pressing her boobs together perfectly,
"are you coming?"
"Sure!" I say, climbing through Nice Window.
She screams!
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