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TRAMP: We All Know What Happens When You Assume 

And we all know what happens when you assume something. Jimmy was eagerly anticipating Morgan’s arrival because Morgan was bringing party favors, a couple of plastic bags full of sweet sticky green leaves of cannabis. Laurel was lying on her back on the floor with her head in Jimmy’s’ lap as he poured emptying the remainder of the rum into the three glasses. Morgan bounded into the living room like a puppy straddled Laurel’s legs and sat on her thighs  

Hi ya Madame Curie did ja’ miss me. Laurel answered her rhetorical question by reaching up grabbing her by her shoulders and pulling her face to hers and kissing Morgan for a long time. Morgan opened her mouth to let Laurel’s tongue slide in and flick against hers she pushed Laurel’s tongue back into her own mouth as she traced sweet wet circles with the tip leaving the taste of cherry jolly ranches in her wake as she retreated, pulling away just far enough to beam at Laurel. As she came up for air Aaron replied with exaggerated dryness,  

I presume that was a yes. I’m not the only one and if you don’t believe me then put your hand here, where my head is Jimmy missed you this much Laurel said holding her palms about a foot apart and then spreading her arms until her hands were as far apart from each other as possible.   

Jimmy, are you blushing Morgan asked with mock concern as she leaned over Laurel to give him a kiss. Laurel could feel his cock hardening against the back of her head.  

God damn it, girl you better cut that shit out right now. Morgan broke her lip lock with Jimmy to look down at Laurel as she queried.  

Jealous, eh?  

Hell no, but I am pissed off because you turned my soft place to rest my spinning head into a rock. Now, get offa’ me so I can sit up. Morgan tilted her head a little to the left, which meant she was thinking about what mischief she should respond with, and Laurel seized her moment of indecision to tickle her ribs and under her arms until Morgan rolled off laughing and pleading for her to stop before she peed her panties.  

You are late young lady.  

Well, we ain’t exactly in Amsterdam, are we? This stuff is hard to find. It’s not as if I can just walk to the corner weed store, plop money on the counter, and order a carton of joints ya know. Jimmy looked like a young Brad Pitt with brown hair and Laurel wanted to fuck him so bad Aaron could taste it.  

Triple Stack  

“Would you know my name, if I went away somehow?  

Do you know me, Knomi, no me, now.”  

-Klaus Knomi  

Aaron hated it when white boys walk up to him on the street and ask him to sell them some ganja. He knew it was time to quit hanging out in Deep Ellum when he was at a party in the burbs and this Opie looking mother fucker who he ain’t never seen before is telling him all about how everybody knows that he’s dealing outta Insomnia and that the whole poet thing is just a front.  

Aaron wasn’t burnt out yet but he was sick of this sort of shit. So, the fight with Laurel the next week was partially his fault. When Laurel told Aaron that she loved him after the first night they had been together alone. He told her the truth that he didn’t love her because he was still in love with Mona. They continued driving on they didn’t say anything for the rest of the ride to her place each had each been humiliated by love. He hated himself for saying it, even if it was the truth and she hated him for saying it more. He kept thinking that any moment she would come to her senses stop the car and tell him to get the fuck out but she just kept driving listening to what punk had become on the ska, Alien Ant Farm her favorite band at the moment covering Michael Jackson’s ‘Smooth Criminal’.  

When she parked the little red Honda Civic under the sheet metal awning of her assigned parking space at her complex. Suddenly she stopped midstride on the sidewalk in front of the car. As he walked by, she wrapped her arms around him. I sorry. he mumbled it felt empty they both knew it didn’t change anything. She placed her lips against his lips and neither closed their eyes. Aaron looked through her tears into the azure expanse that were her eyes. She wiped her tears with the back of her hand, raised the corners of her mouth to a semblance of a smile without joy and led the way up the three flights of stairs to her apartment.  

Aaron was surprised to find out that Laurel had never taken ecstasy before I just assumed that you must have by now.  

All of my roommates have but I was afraid. But I’m going to try it tonight.  

Well, I must caution you about the dangers of dosing. Dropping a powerful hallucinogenic when you are not in a good place in your head.  

Laurel was determined to dose tonight despite his doubts about the wisdom of it. The apartment was full of girls some of which he knew and others which he didn’t. This place looks like the casting room for down and out in Beverly Hills 90210 or Castle Anthrax. He kept expecting Zoot to pop in at any moment with her grail shaped beacon. They were planning to party tonight and that’s why there were so many of them here.

Aaron looked around casually counting the girls trying to get an accurate tally. There were seven girls in the living room watching director Ang Lee’s movie adaptation of Jane Austen’s ‘Pride and Prejudice’ when we walked into the apartment. Three were sitting on the couch, two were sitting on the futon and two more were stretched out on the floor between them. They were smoking cigarettes and passing a couple of joints around they all had beers already. He took his ALICE pack into Laurel’s bedroom and dropped it at the foot of her full-sized bed.

Laurel had an ass that was a work of art. If the great renaissance painters and sculptors hadn’t been a bunch of queers, they would have devoted themselves to recreating the image of her perfectly sculptured ass. It was round and firm He loved the way the dolphin she had tattooed on her right ass cheek looked like it was swimming when he bent her over and gave it to her from the back. She had droopy National Geographic tits, pursed lips and a small mouth that all ways looked obscene stretched around wrapped around the head of a cock. But the most amazing thing about her was in her eyes, not just the color, the forever blueness of them but their size. She looked so innocent when she looked at you with them, but she was no innocent.  

Kelley made a phone call and soon a walking pharmacy, a guy who was friend of hers arrived. He agreed to bring by enough for everybody in the house. But you could see his disappointment when he saw Aaron in the place. He was one of those scary assed crackers that drove around with a confederate battle flag bumper sticker on his car next to another that read “ain’t scared” but he was. He was a tall drink of water, but Aaron could smell the fear on him. He was one of those people who never went near South Dallas except to go to the zoo, the state fair or the Texas O. U. Game. He had seen the type before they were common enough in any american city the ones who locked their doors when they stopped at an intersection if they saw himself of anybody else with his paint job just waiting on the light so he could cross the street, trying their damnedest not to brick their shorts.  

So, the wanna be rebel lied and told Chrissie that he didn’t have what he said he was bringing. As he was preparing to leave Aaron cut him off putting himself between him and the door, Aaron pulled him aside informing him that he’d give him the cash for what he was holding. He looked around the room at the girls, at the floor anything but look him in the eye. What a chicken shit little bitch, he pushed into his personal space as he stepped closer, he put his hand on his shoulder and gave it a firm squeeze to let him know he wasn’t going to take no for an answer. As he cajoled him  

Come on man, don’t be like that, everything’s cool. He felt his body tense as his invasion of his personal space caused him to shrivel. It was a cheap salesmen’s trick practiced by preachers and politicians too, but Aaron didn’t give a fuck. He used to work in sales and had read quite a bit about body language, so he knew that it usually works, unless you know the score and this hick was fucking clueless. It’s a gentle form of coercion, a way of subtly intimidating someone without their ever realizing that’s what you’re doing. He was using a form of psychological muscle, “psychic judo”.

He doesn’t normally resort to such blatant manipulation, but this kid was acting like an asshole so it’s not like he was gonna lose any sleep over this. He smiled and kept his eyes locked on his eyes and he couldn’t maintain eye contact to save his life. He could see that at that moment all he wanted to do was get the fuck out of dodge, so he sweetened the pot and told him he was welcome to stay and party and his hit would be on him. Aaron gave him the cash, and he gave him the caps, but he declined his hospitality as he made his excuses, muttered his goodbyes.  

Don’t let the door knob hit ya where the good lord split ya. Punk assed mother fucking little bitch.  

After he left the girls, all seemed a little disappointed that we didn’t have enough hits for everyone, then Aaron showed them what “Santa Claus and his eight or so black men” had brung. The odd silence that filled the room was replaced with their simultaneous squeals. Suddenly he was surrounded by everyone he couldn’t tell who was hugging him or kissing him and giggling so he just stood there for a moment until everyone settled down a bit. Laurel and Kelley had figured out what was going on with Rebel Yellow and they told everyone what had just happened explaining that he had bought the guys stash before he left.  

The rest of the girls cursed his seed and called him names so vile that he even felt a little surprised at the venom in their verbal tirade. Then everyone ponied up their share for the tabs. He gave Chrissie her hit for free because he owed her for all the Ritalin, Xanax and Zoloft she had given him. A few weeks ago, after he woke up face down on the living room carpet in a puddle of vomit, still drunk he realized that he still had to get showered and go in to work. The drug is supposed to calm you if you’re a hyperactive child but it acts like speed in your system if you’re an adult which is what he allegedly is.   

The chalk faces of suburban cops woke Aaron in the morning eyes full of the fear of a black penis looking for Chrissie. Storm Trooper black and navy blue worn by cops look the same when you first wake up in the morning. 

 He hated waking up staring at cops. Laurel snoring softly remained unconscious under the paisley printed covers still passed out naked even now sleeping on her stomach in the wet spot she didn’t move even when he pulled the covers off of her as he climbed out of the bed still naked himself with his morning wood saying everything I he needed to say to the cops. The cop tried not to stare as Ihe scratched his balls yawned and stretched before he sat up on the edge of the bed. The bedroom like the rest of the house smelled of fresh fucked pussy, stale beer and smoke. The older of the two cops stood by the foot of the bed gawking.  

May I see your ID. sir?  

You got a search warrant?  

No.  

Aaron smiled having made his point as he sat up scratched his balls yawned and stretched again before climbing out of the bed while the younger cop waited at the door leading to the hallway staring at the cerulean blue, ultramarine blue, azure, thalo blue dolphin tattoo on Laurels bare ass. they had no warrant, on the other hand one of the girls, he doesn’t know which one, had given them permission to enter the apartment and search for Chrissie. Still drunk he tottered past the cop standing next to Laurel’s bed with one hand resting on his Glock.  

Y’all mind if I put on some draws. He cooed his accent twanging like an E string with his slow east Texas drawled dripping with cynicism. He smiled as he stood up naked his morning wood dangling in front of him like a lethal weapon as if it had a mind of its’ own.  

Behave yourself Roscoe he said looking down at his erect cock. He’s always up a half hour before me tapping he on the shoulder talking ‘bout he hungry an shit. Personally, I just think he’s a little spoiled and just wants some attention. 

 Laurel giggled as she pulled the sheets up to cover herself and turned over to look at their guest. He leaned over and gave Laurel a kiss, picked up his black Dickie jeans from the floor at the foot of the bed pulled them on before he stumbled out of the bedroom and walked down the hall with both cops following close behind. He stepped into the kitchen and grabbed a bottle of beer out of the fridge Aaron.  

Ya’ll thirsty? He asked holding up the bottle of cold beer.  

No thank you sir. I’m still on duty. The old cop replied coolly before he asked for his id again. Aaron picked up a pack of Newport’s from the bar and fired up a square.   

“I don’t have any I.D.”  

The older cop asked him his name and address he gave him his real name and confessed that he didn’t have an address because he had been evicted from his apartment and now all of his belongings were in storage. When he asked him where he lived, he told him that he lived on the streets which was only half truth.  

The cops quickly looked around without finding Chrissie anywhere in the apartment. They looked at the half dozen naked and half naked young girls in the apartment then they both looked at Aaron more confused than he was about what was going on. He shrugged his shoulders when they looked at him again in complete disbelief before they thanked them for his cooperation and exited the apartment.  

After the door closed behind them everything went on as if they had never been there. Someone loaded one of the bongs and fired up a bowl to take the edge off of the morning with a little wake and bake. While the sweet smell of ganja drifted through the apartment Aaron finished his beer and cigarette took a few hit off the viridian green plastic water pipe before he peeled off his jeans and crawled back into bed with Laurel to work on his morning wood before she drove him to work. 

-about the author JD Cloudy’s poetry has disappeared in the literary journals; Fatfizz, Mad Swirl, Texas Beat Anthology, Danse Macabre, Du Jour, and Death List Five. He has won no literary awards, entered no slam competitions, and never completed college. He lives to write in Dallas, Tx.