“It is rather cold down here though.” I added. “Yes, it gets worse during the evenings,” Sybil said. “I like it down here though, everythin... down here I have packed in nice and tight.” “I love tight spaces,” I said with a grin on my face. She gave me a dirty smile and nodded. “I do need help lifting heavy things from time to time,” she stepped close to me. “Someone who can stuff things in tight places.” “I will probably be back here again in the near future. So I think I can help you with. . it get me confused if you like me or not," "Well you are a lady and a client so I treat with with deference and respect but I have to admit that I am attracted to you." Then ask me out!" pouting a bit, "I've been waiting..."O hell! "OK Amy, I didn't want to be forward but I'd like to see you. This weekend?" "No, my son's got a Little League game and we're suppose to go to my sister's after that." "Would he care if I came to his game?" "Would you!?!" she almost shouts, "his father pays him. .”The fat lady dances like a spinning topdrawing lines of cum and squashed wormsall over the stageThe fat lady dances like a spinning topwriting a blues,a random blues:The blues of the fat lady that dances like a spinning topFat lady’s bluesis written with straight lines..The vile thief invites to take a look through his prophet eyes..Open the gates that lead to an universe made of pettiness and abjection..Exhibitionist of corrupted soul,r****t of consciousness,perpetual example of the human. It was gone. He sat there with his mouth slack for a moment – looking first at Lynn – then at their large pack of belongings which had fallen of the horse’s back – then back at where the horse had gone. Then his hands went to his head. ‘How the FUCK did you manage THAT??!!!’ he bellowed. Lynn burst into tears, covering her face and rolling over slightly in the snow. The snow that just then began to fall. Hard. ‘Oh my GOD! You are SO fucking USELESS!’ he continued. ‘It wasn’t my fault!’ Lynn’s.