moment that she could really help me get over Charly.
Once we were done swimming and all reasonably dressed, a few of us
took the meat and rolls we nabbed from the kibbutz kitchen and
started a barbeque. Greta and I denied that we did anything else but
kiss but no one seemed to believe it. While Yippee was asking me
whether or not she was good, I noticed Lenny looking at me
uncomfortably. I started to feel guilty, but the alcohol numbed my
feeble conscience. Plus, I thought, I really liked her.
“Pretty cool, taking the hottest woman on my last night,” Yippee
said, playfully punching me in the ribs, “You must be happy that I’m
going to get thrown out because you won’t have me as competition
any more.”
“Yeah, Yip. But I can’t afford to pay the hookers.”
I saw in his eyes that he was going to attack me, so I got up and
ran. He chased me down and jumped on my back. We wrestled for a
minute, then banged heads and had to stop.
“Ow ow ow ow,” I moaned, “You’ve got a hard head you
bastard,”
“Yeah, I’ve toughened it up. I reckon it should be nearly
bulletproof by now.”
“Ow,” I moaned, still holding my skull, “I’m not going to miss
you.”
“You will. But you’ll see me again, you star-spangled crusader of
truth.”
With that he grabbed my ears and smacked his forehead against
mine. I got up dizzily and chased him, surprised to find myself
laughing at the pain.
When we got back to the barbeque, people were already eating.
We sloppily threw some food together on a plate and inhaled our
food. I grinned happily. Good friends, good sex, good food, good
memories. Maybe I would be all right after all.
Lenny got up from his seat and went over to pee on a nearby
tree. He whipped out his member and looked like he was trying to
write his name. Marlena yelled, “Hey, you slob, there’s a toilet right
next to you!”
Lenny took his hands off of his penis and walking over to us,
stretched his arms wide. “The world,” he shouted, “is my toilet.” With
a fair amount of pee on his shoes, he stumbled back to the picnic
table and with one finger pointed skyward said, “its the oystersthat
BIG AMERICAN BREAKFAST
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