what
would marc brown do? the
boy thought as she drove him home. she pulled over under a dirty frisco streetlight. she had a secret that she didnt think hed find out. one thing you need to know about sonny i. lavista he eventually finds everything out. then he tells you. i had a great time tonight he said yeah me too that movie was so good she said sonny liked all kinds of girls she happened to be from hawaii she was japanese and a photographer at the federal agency that they both worked at. he leaned over to kiss her and she well, she closed her eyes and sucked in her full hawaiian lips are you saying you dont want a kiss? she opened her eyes but kept her mouth shut she knew he'd say something come on, maui, we're both young, single, smart, single. she kept quiet. kissing's the best, i'll show ya. it's easy when you try. she smiled. she'd been laughing all night. but remained silent. oh, i see, you've never kissed a black guy. so? she said. so maybe you're stuck up. im not stuck up. prove it. if it werent for the radio softly playing the latest depeche mode single they'd have only heard the dull groans of a local street gentleman standing up for the first time since passing out early in the day. i dont have to prove anything to you. good then kiss me. you know you want to. it's written all over your face. and whats that, you want what? now im reading your mind. kiss me, halekalahea. kiss me like you want to. he leaned over and she leaned away. he caught a whiff of her perfume it was Poison by Dior he knew cuz his true love once wore it. kiss me, you fool. he said again and he puckered up good. she looked at him and shook her head in disbelief. why do you want to kiss me so badly she asked and sneered at him and he looked at her and checked her out and said cuz it would be so good right now and you know it too. |
she
said, maybe next time |