her passage and my finger on her ass hole while she bopped and bounced all over. Finally she began calming. She looked like she had just come in from the shipwrecked Titanic. And, of course, she looked like a totally beautiful, totally fucked out young woman.
IX.
Yurenka left. She thanked me; profusely. I thanked her as well.. She said she would call in a couple of days unless she saw me Saturday.
Oh, I had plans for her, for the next time she came over and all the other next times, maybe two or three times a week if we could pull it off. Every visit I would show her something new, leading up to the prize: my taking her virginity.
As she rode off on her bike I asked myself how long I thought this could go on without a neighbor wondering what a young chick was doing in a house alone with an old guy like me. I'd probably pushed the limit, and needed to come up with Plan B.
It didn't take long for it to all come to a close.
And that's where I am right now.
I am lying on the ground, bleeding, and I know I don't have much time left.
You see, Saturday came and there was Gilberto, but he was alone, no family this time.
With shears in his hand, he approached me.
“Buenos dias, Gilberto,” I said.
Like a knife, he thrust the shears at my stomach and penetrated me like a dick.
I looked at the shears in my flesh, the blood, and then looked at Gilberto.
There was all the hate in the world in his eyes.
“For Yurenka,” he said, “for stealing her innocence. You deserve this, and I think you know that.”
He pulled the shears out of me and more blood gushed forward, I fell to the ground.
Gilberto turned and walked away. He got into his truck and left me there, here, to bleed on the ground.
I'm getting dizzy.
I look at the growing weeds and think: Who the hell will shear them now?
Oh, the weeds!
The damn weeds!
Fuck the weeds!
Oh, Yurenka! Yurenka, gentlemen, your swords risen!
And all I can think of is Yurenka and her sweet young cunt.
All I can think of is Yurenka and her wonderful tits.
I died for those things.
I died for lust, sirs!
Yurenka!
Did I deserve it?
Probably.
Was it worth it?
Possibly, just possibly…
