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From TxM6 Taxi Murders Sextet Hyperfiction Novel
http://www.taximurders.com/ (updated August 13, 2000)
mirror site: http://www.txm6.com
TxM6 is entirely a work of fiction for adults only.
Copyright (c) 2000 Sean Farragher
Adultery or Kink
1087Xfrom0845Angela
TAXI CABS
Henry Whitman, 49, wrote poetry and drove a cab.
"When I drive a cab, I am not a poet or a college
professor, I am a fucken cab driver. All these
drivers who claim well I am doing it until, or I
do it part time, are really missing the point. If you
drive a cab, you are a cab driver while you drive.
What you do later is your own fucken business."
"Don't pretend. Play the game fair. What the fuck do
you think you are the only intellectual who has to
driven a cab? You're a dime a dozen cliche," he would
laugh, pointing out the usual that he used clich s
when they represented more truth than failure.
APRIL 23, 1991
"Often less is more," Henry told Aaron about the new
poems he had crafted about Angela and Laurie.
"Sex like poetry confuses need and attraction. The
more you have, the less there is to know. The more
you limit the words, minimizing all of it, the easier
you feel. Sometimes, when you touch so softly you
do not quite touch, like touching the surface of quiet
water. If you touch a woman that softly, when she is in
the tenderness mode, you might imagine caressing the
surface of quiet water. When she is in a dark mood, you
could be trying not to drown, touching the curl in the
wave when you are in the trough or high on the crest.
When you reach the edge of pleasure and don't fall, you
might feel more when you do the next time."
"What the fuck are you talking about," Aaron said,
"connected the dots. He wanted Henry to take it
further, and that was his way of bringing Henry to
that rise.
When Aaron, Henry and Angela talked about painting or
poetry, they also could be talking about women and
men, friendship and sex, commitment and deceit.
"You take small changes in color to make the drama
whole, Henry continued. I know myself better after I
watch you paint. Your choices are often perfect, and
if not, you never are afraid to change what is almost
there into what could be or never known."
FIRST FUCK: Angela and Henry (1982)
Aaron and Henry shared the best of life. They allowed
the other their personal world, but they shared
Vietnam. They shared Angela with her eager and from
Aaron's point of view too eager consent.
A question they often asked the other, changing the
terms, framework, and analysis, often: did Angela plan
it?
All my life she said, I wanted one man like either of
you. How lucky I am that I can have you both. I am so
fucken selfish, darlings, she said.
Another possibility: was it a great accident? How do
we (more why do we meet) important people? These steps
forward mark us and keep us in place.
Aaron postulated that Angela became their medium for a
bisexual exchange. That face made Henry uncomfortable.
No way, he said. What Aaron didn't say, the idea made
him more uncomfortable, but comfort has little to do
with possibilities or the broadly painted truth of one
honest or even half relaxed semi drunk conversation.
What is truth? How does change and truth interact? How
do we know what to name, when we play the real against
the unknown? Angela shared more than sex with Henry
and Aaron. She allowed them (and she reciprocated) to
know the hidden faults and mountains of her mind. I am
a geological excavation she said, when Aaron pushed
inside her cunt, and when opening her wings, he opened
her skin. Intimacy is the most splendid pleasure, she
often said.
Angela shared more than the spirit.
One evening, Henry told Aaron he was a lucky man.
Aaron, knowing that Henry turned on Angela, offered
him one night alone with his wife. Henry wasn't too
surprised.
They had teased each other about the idea. Henry knew
that Aaron and Angela had a very open relationship.
Aaron sometimes reached too far into the skin of his
female models.
Angela knew what she wanted. I am bisexual she told
Aaron that first night they made love. I have many
women lovers. Is that OK? I don't intend to stop.
Aaron sometimes joined Angela and her lovers. Aaron's
tolerance turned Angela on. When Aaron offered her a
night with Henry, she loved it. How could I not, she
told them. "Every woman dreams of having more than one
man. It is more than a multiple of two."
"Not at once," Aaron laughed. "I am going out. Have a
good night."
Aaron left, returned in the morning.
"OK," Angela asked Aaron, "who did you fuck?"
"Are you jealous, darling Angela?"
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Comments appreciated
seanfarragher@msn.com
More American Adventures in erotica and other works by Sean Farragher:
http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/Sean_Farragher/
Sean Farragher
Poetry Site: http://www.farragher.com (updated 8/13/2000)
TxM6 Sites:
http://www.taximurders.com
http://www.taximurders.com/enfer
http://www.taximurders.com/lcfallon
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