GLORY

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     He brings you glory when he comes. Spoils from the War. Glowing jewels. Religious medals. He tells you how many thayers he can get after he larks them. You get excited. A smile spreads across your face like butter. Your eyes reel in marvel as if you've never seen such a collection of shiny babbles in your whole, entire life. You finger through the pile after he dumps it on the grubbery table. Aussie pulls up a chair and together you ogle at every last gem.
     "Shit!" you exclaim. "What ins did you do Aussie, lighthand every last homeowner in the New World?"
     He gloats big instead of answering you. You want to see him without his clothes on.
     He is a beautiful man. Built tight and showy like one of those Old World Greek statues. And he has thick lips that kiss you sometimes as soft as summer. He has thick lips that kiss sometimes hard and still it is magic.      NEXT