Make Up a Story
Stories from Around the World
Illicit Love
Uh-oh!
“I dropped my money, and I can’t find it. But I sure did find a lot of dust and junk under here.”
The sofa is grand. I’m expecting something romantic to happen.
“Ssh! Don’t make a sound! My parents just came in. It’s a secret.”
“What if our parents see us? Where should we hide?”
“Duck down lower. That bow is so big, they’ll see us.”
“I hope we don’t get caught.”
“I’ve never played hide and seek before. How do you start?”
He says, “I have to use the bathroom, but I’m afraid to. What should I do?”
“Crawl along the floor. No one will see you then.”
“I can’t hold it in!”
“You’re going to pee in your pants!”
That’s logical.
They’re boyfriend and girlfriend. They’re waiter and housegirl. They’re good friends. They went to school together. I have the feeling there was a party here at some point, and they were part of the crew serving. They cleaned up and started to share what their experiences were.
“I have to go now,” he says, “after all that food was served, and liquor and stuff. Where should I go?”
They were kissing and hugging on the beautiful couch, but then she heard her parents coming in the front door. “Let’s hide. I don’t want them to catch us.”
They closed the drapes and continued with hugs and amour. Toujours l’amour! That seems to be the end of the story. Oh no, there’s more!
The girl’s name is Mimi—she’s French—and the man is John. The woman’s name is Geraldine, and the man is scared. That’s a description of him. I’d like to name the woman Veronica—that’s me—and my secret boyfriend…I don’t want to disclose. Myrtle and Harvey. Great! Fritzy and Herman. Hortense and Murgatroyd. Myrtle and Hymie. Inter-denominational!
They’re in New York City. Washington, D.C. This sort of looks like Europe to me. Someone said “toujours l’amour,” so it’s Paris! “I love Paris in the springtime (singing), I love Paris in the fall…” They’re in a suburb of New York, in a not so ritzy area. Hoboken! That’s not New York.
They’re tired from being on their knees so long. They’re scared, because they might be seen. They look like they came from a costume party, and she wants to get out of that bow and back into her natural habitat. He says, “I hear noises outside. I wonder if burglars are trying to get in again.” “Let’s head for the car!” “Why do you want to leave?” “We need privacy,” she says. “That couch was so comfortable, I sure would like to get back up on it.”
Doing what? Let’s do it! Whatever that means. Let’s get back to kissing and hugging again!
Created at The Watermark at Beverly Hills
April 13, 2016
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