OK, Huey. I've made sure your fantasy is preserved for posterity.

This little piece is for Huey, who felt slighted when I didn't deliver a more titillating fantasy about him in my recent post about "Nil by Mouth". Well, Huey, it just worked out that this little fantasy came to me from your point of view. Hope you like it.

Huey's Fantasy

She walked into the bar at exactly 2:30PM, lighting up the front tables with a shaft of dusty sunlight. She stood in the doorway for a minute, getting the lay of the place. She was gorgeous….blonde, curvaceous, with a bodacious ass.

I was sitting in a back booth, watching her. I was immediately interested. As I was trying to decide whether it would be worth the effort to get up and offer to buy her a drink she turned and headed in my direction. She walked right up to my booth and slid onto the bench across from me. The day was definitely looking up.

I waited for her to make the first move. She didn’t make it. She just sat there, looking me right in the eyes. She had great eyes….soft brown, dreamy eyes. I got a little lost in those eyes. I had lost track of time and was drifting around in my own little world, a world where those eyes were much, much closer to my own, when she lit a cigarette and finally spoke.

“Lewis told me I could find you here.”

“Lewis? You mean, Lewey? How do you know Lewey?” I asked because Lewey is not someone I generally get referrals from; especially referrals who are beautiful women with bodacious asses. Lewey’s acquaintances usually don’t have the money to pay for my services. Lewey’s acquaintances usually spend every dime that falls into their hands on upgrades to their computer systems to give them an edge in the newest version of “World of Warcraft.”

“Yeah, Lewey,” said the blonde. “I don’t really know him very well but he was there when I had my problem and he was very sweet. He gave me a ride home and told me he knew someone who might help me find my little Lenny.”

“Lenny. He lost – a runaway?”

The blonde’s face crumpled and she sobbed, “He was kidnapped! We were walking down the street and these two creeps jumped out of an alley and just…..took him!” She collapsed into a heap on the bench, sobbing pitifully.

I couldn’t help myself. I got up, went over to her and took her in my arms. As I held her she melted into me. I knew then that I was in trouble but I couldn’t stop myself. I took her back to my place so she could compose herself.

It took a long time for her to calm down. By then it was dark and she was exhausted. I put her to bed. I put her to bed good.

And that’s how it happened. That’s why I’ve spent the last two months working for nothing, looking for Lenny. I’ve scoured this city; all the parks, all the alleys, all the dives where the low-lifes who took Lenny might hang out. I carry his picture around with me all day, showing it to everyone I meet. And every night I go back to her and tell her, “Sorry, baby, no luck today. Maybe tomorrow.” Then I hold her while she cries and, when she’s cried herself out for the day, I put her to bed. And I always put her to bed real good.

Funny, how things work out. She loved Lenny but I think she’s starting to forget about him. She cries a little less every night. She keeps his picture on her bedside table but she rarely picks it up and cries over it anymore. That happy, smiling face, its whiskers nattily trimmed, is affecting her less and less as the days go by. And, as the days go by, she’s starting to like having me around more and more.

I’m so glad I took that yapping little poodle to the pound when I found it.

Disclaimer: No dogs were harmed or endangered in the writing of this fantasy. Although the writer is a cat person, she would never willingly send even a yapping little poodle to the pound. She would at least send it to a No-Kill shelter.