Ms.
Juliana, We Love You!
A
Tale of Tail in Iambs
By Izzy Ess of Sexlessness
Ms. Juliana Farthington remained behind to catch
the eye of Simon Cinchovitz whom she thought handsome and intelligent. She’d met him in the old Hotel De Ville, on
Saturday when she was dancing with her husband, Carlos, and Herr Cinchovitz was
playing second violin in Manuel Ben Muscovite’s Jazz Orchestra and Marching
Band. Her Carlos did excuse himself to
go outside to smoke a chocolate cigarette, thus leaving her to talk to Simon,
when he took a break. It only took a
moment for her to completely vibrate with delightful Simon’s charms and silly jokes. She re-commenced her dancing with her Carlos,
when the band re-played the “Walk of Elephants,” a less offensive melody than
“Woks of Sycophants.” She tried to
glance at Simon and to flash her naked thighs at him, but he was busy bowing on
his violin, a Stradivarius, that he had owned for many years.
The
very next day, Juliana went to meet her older friends. She’d met them weekly since the end of 1991,
when Maude and Mabel, Penny and Persephone, had asked her help for Loneliness
of Widowhood, which they experienced when all their husbands died of fatal
injuries in the same auto accident on Hallelujah Hill. Ms. Juliana was impressed by their sincerity
and serendipity. Manuel Ben Muscovite’s
Jazz Orchestra and Marching Band was entertaining all the diners in the gourmet
restaurant. Ms. Juliana spotted Simon
and was surreptitiously thrilled. The
jabbering four ladies faded out as she stared right at Simon who had winked at
her, flirtatiously. The ladies were
oblivious to Juliana’s odd behaviour, and they left to go about their business,
leaving Juliana to her chocolate sundae and her cappuccino demitasse. She made a move to get a little closer to the
orchestra and managed to retrieve a seat right underneath the stage. She flashed her cleavage at poor Simon who
couldn’t see the consequences of his lust for Juliana. On her part, Juliana seemed to throw all
caution to the winds, as openly she signalled to this Simon that she was
available. She knew she was a little
older than him but she was so confident that he would fall for her.
Ms.
Juliana and her target, Simon, left the restaurant together when the Orchestra
stopped playing with a final flourish, “Oklahoma!” Simon took her hand and fondled it while
Juliana fondled back. Without a word,
the couple went directly to the old Hotel Desire and leased a room for one
whole hour. Once in the room, they
locked the door and ripped each other’s clothes as they got naked. They jumped upon the bed and joined their
bodies in a horizontal waltz. They
waltzed for one whole hour and left by separate exits to the street but not
before they planned another meeting in the afternoon on Tuesday. Thereafter, for a year, the couple met each
Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday and each Saturday, in the afternoons, for one
whole hour of very tight communion and some horizontal dancing.
Carlos
was suspicious of his wife who said she had a standing date to meet her lady
friends, Maude, Mabel, Penny and Persephone for afternoon discussions and some
gourmet snacks. Herr Carlos was reminded
of the time just after they were married that she had a wild affair with old
Pierre, the owner of The Gallery for Modern Art. She ended up as his nude model and she was
found out when old Pierre displayed her frontal nudity in his own Boutique window. Carlos spotted his own wife displaying all
her frontal charms for all to see and told her to get out. Ms. Juliana calmed him down with fondling and
some sweet talk and did promise him that her affair would terminate as soon as
her Pierre completed his full-sized Italian marble statue of the likeness of her
body. Carlos asked if he could see them
work together. Pierre accepted Carlos
and convinced him he should pose with Juliana, naked and entwined and possibly
enjoined. Our Carlos was enthralled by
this idea and he stripped down to total nudity, right there and then. Pierre positioned them to simulate love
making which did mean that Carlos would engage his wife in sexual activity
while old Pierre chiselled marble blocks.
Pierre was sneaky and he convinced poor Carlos that he had a beauty of a
butt. He said he had a bright idea for
his next art project. He positioned
Juliana on the floor and had her Carlos lay on top of her with his big derrière
in the air. Surprised he was that old
Pierre took off his trousers and his underwear and mounted Carlos ere he could
resist. The pile of bodies, with Pierre
on top of Carlos who was laying over Juliana.
The three of them were thus connected like a jigsaw puzzle. The statuette produced eventually was
sensational and sold expensively to old Jane Fonda who was making it a gift for
old Ted Turner.
Pierre
tailed Juliana to the old Hotel and found her quite engaged with Simon who was
pumping her so vigorously, almost every afternoon. He forced his way into the room and shot Herr
Simon in the butt. He forced his wife to
tie and gag poor Simon who was in screaming pain by virtue of his having had a
bullet shot into his butt. Ms. Juliana
did her job extremely well, managing to stoke her Simon, surreptitiously. Herr Carlos pointed his big Lueger at his
wife and forced her to lie down in bed on both her knees an stick her butt up
in the air. He mounted her with force
and vigour and he pumped her full of angry semen. In fact, she liked her husband’s actions and
responded with élan. She promised quite
sincerely that she would give up her Simon, if her Carlos would assist her in
the task of getting him some help. Herr
Carlos did agree and helped his wife get help for Simon.
The
second honeymoon twixt Carlos and his Juliana, was exciting. They took a tour of Caribbean Islands and
made love on all the wondrous sandy beaches, quite oblivious to any onlookers
and peeping Toms. Ms. Juliana
reconsidered every tempting man that she had seen and seemed to be quite
faithful all throughout the second honeymoon.
In her mind, however, she was certain that she’d sin again.
About
a year went by quite uneventfully. It
was Carlos that was getting bored and he seduced his pretty secretary and the
sister of his long time boss. The next
year he was hot to trot with Isobel, the mail clerk, Adele, the perky little
waitress at the Bloodless Diner and Sid, The Kid, the sexy drummer at the Beau
Café de Montpelier. This time it was
Juliana who suspected Carlos and she found him Sunday morning in their basement
with a naked Mary Martha Madrigal, the third grade teacher that resided in the
house next door with her own faithful husband,
thirteen children, two hot dogs, ten snakes and twenty-seven horny
hamsters, eh? She hit Carlos across the
head with a tire iron and she knocked him out.
M. M. M. ran screaming to her house next door and called police. Two cruisers and an ambulance arrived soon
after and arrested Juliana while they ministered to Carlos who was still
unconscious. There was a nasty cut above
his eyebrows which was profusely bleeding and creating such a bloody mess. The EMTs controlled the bleeding and did
transfer him to Beaning’s Private Hospital ER where interns sutured Carlos up
to stop the bleeding from his forehead
laceration. He was still
unconscious and Neurologists were called in to see him. They decided they could not exclude the
possibility of some hemorrhaging in the brain.
Cat scans showed a clear and serious big shift off centre which
indicated some internal lesion occupying space and pushing the brain centres to
one side. Herr Carlos was prepared for
surgery and transferred to the suite for surgeons where his skull was drilled
to let the Devil’s out. A huge blood
clot was found and drained but something else appeared, a tumour deep inside
the brain. Biopsies were done. Preliminary microscopic slides revealed that
is was highly malignant. No further
surgery was warranted as damage to the brain was a certain possibility. The police were contacted to arrange for
Juliana to be brought to Beaning’s Hospital in order to inform her of the
diagnosis, glioblastoma, which had no one year cures and usually caused death
in about six months. Carlos never did
regain his consciousness. He died in
five.
Ms.
Juliana felt so guilty she was crying all the time, just blaming everything on
her behaviour. She felt responsible,
entirely, for her husband’s death. The
doctor had consoled her by reminding her the blow on the head just served to
accidentally discover that he had a high grade cancer that would kill him in
five months. The doctor was so
comforting, Ms. Juliana fell into his arms and just about undressed herself to
be quite properly consoled. The doctor,
one of the bright neurosurgeons that had operated on her Carlos, was so tempted
to take advantage of a grieving widow.
He was not strong enough to just resist her lovely body, still, as
Juliana was approaching 50 years of age and in fine shape for her, or any, age.
And
so it went. Ms. Juliana lived to be an
octogenarian and still remained her sexy self, seducing men of any age to
comfort her and make her feel more sexy.
Her security was re-assured by terms of Carlos’ Last Will and Testament. In her expensive nursing home, there were an
hundred older women. She alone was one
that satisfied the men from night to night while all the other women were
completely comatose or only spoke extensively about their bowels.
God
Bless you, Juliana. May your spirit be
an inspiration to us all!
THE
END
© izzy sommers, md
Welland, Canada
August 24, 2013
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