Page 3 of Alonzo
“What?”
“Oh. I’m eating pudding. And I just licked my spoon. It’s delicious.”
“Pudding, huh?”
“Mmmm. Pudding. OK. I have a better picture of our hero. But what of our heroine? This… librarian.”
“Well… she’s a typical librarian. And you’re a librarian.”
“That I am, Lonnie.”
“Well, this librarian is on the small side.”
“Small as in petite? Or small as in… not more than a mouthful?”
“Petite.”
“Oh. So she’s ample in all the right places. Like me.”
“Like you, huh?”
“Mmmm-hmm.”
“And she wears… well, pencil skirts.”
“Also like me.”
“And a tight, white, button-down blouse that shows off her ample…”
“Breasts?”
“I was going to say ‘pocket protector.’”
“Lonnie?”
“Tara?”
“You’re making this difficult.”
“How so?”
“I’m on my lunch break here.”
“Oh, am I disturbing you?”
“Not at all. I’m just waiting for you to get to the good parts.”
“The part where they bond over books and numbers?”
“No, the part where he talks dirty to her on the phone while she’s on her lunch break so she can come on her fingers and make him pretend to lick them.”
I laugh.
“It’s not funny. Come on!”
“It’s roleplaying.”
“I know. I’m done with it. I gave you the perfect in and all you had to do was say, ‘Yeah, the kind of balance when he fucks her against a wall’ and we’d be halfway home right now!”
