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twelve
years
she has
made
the
trip

up
grey
creaky
pine
stairs

the
tang
smell
of
mozzarella
cheese
from
the
pizza
parlor
on
the
ground
floor
has
always
made
her
nazious in the
suffocating
stairwell,
or
possibly
it is him.

Quiet,
She
Is always
quiet,
but
the
cooks
know-she is there

they probably
wink,
or smile
at
each
other
when
they
hear
the
aged wood bend, and the howl
of
rusted
3/4
Penny
Nails
As they
Stretch

He
Will
Be
There;
He always
Is,
Wednesdays
quarter
past
noon
except
Holidays

These
Days
His
Face
Is
Red
And puffy
When
She
Arrives
Not just when she leaves

He
Has
Always
Been
Kind,
Treats her nice
Calls her Wanda
And
asks
about
her husband
and
children

he
says
"the spark"
Left
his
marriage
many years
ago,
but
a
catholic
can't
divorce.

Besides,
He
Says
his
Priest
understands,
And
He
Pays
Him
As
Well!

He
Also says,
"Wanda, life is short
And dead
a long time,
and
god
wants
us to have
pleasure
on
earth."

Sometimes
She
Tells
him
stories
them
in
exotic
or public
places
where he
unbuttons her silk
blouse
and
her
full
ample
bosom
is exposed
as
others
discreetly
watch

he
often ads
additional
details
in
aroused
whispery
gasps!

It is
Then
She
Applies
The
Ointment
And
starts
the
massage

soon,
he
arches his back
and
moans softly

at the
end
of
a frenzied
uncontrollable
quiver
he
reaches
into
his
pants
For the c-note

it
has
always
been
a
c-note

except
before
holidays

Then,

Sometimes
Two
Or
three

too
buy
presents-
for her
kids, and husband.