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Subject: {ASSM} Mat Twassel: Two Days in August
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    Two Days in August
    from Calendar.atEROS by Mat Twassel


    
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                        August 8, 2002
    
    
    
    Katherine's Journal--Trashy Novel 
    
    
    
    I saw Marianne at the pool. She was stretched out on 
    her tummy on one of the recliners reading a paperback 
    book, and she didn't see me at first, not until my 
    shadow was practically covering her book. "Hey," I 
    said. "Hot day, huh? What are you reading?" 
    
    "Oh, just a trashy novel," Marianne said. She sat up 
    quickly and closed the book. 
    
    "Ah," I said. "Are you at one of the good parts?" 
    
    Marianne blushed. 
    
    "Must be a really juicy part," I said. 
    
    She blushed all the harder. "No, no," she stammered. 
    "It's just, you know, a trashy novel." 
    
    Walking along the beach I remembered the time I was 
    eleven or twelve and we were at the lake for the summer 
    and one day I picked up the paperback which was lying 
    open but face down on the little table by my mom's bed. 
    I read quickly. I don't remember the words exactly, but 
    it was about a man and a woman on a boat or ship 
    kissing, caressing, making love. I do remember one 
    sentence: "When she came, it was bright as the sun and 
    swollen as the sea." Came where? I didn't understand. I 
    didn't know what "it" could be. Bright as the sun and 
    swollen as the sea. That didn't make any sense. I tried 
    to puzzle it out. Probably just a printing mistake. I 
    asked my mom. "What does this mean? 'When she came, it 
    was bright as the sun and swollen as the sea'?" 
    
    "You shouldn't be reading that," Mom snapped. "It's 
    just junk." She snatched the book from my hands. 
    
    "But you're reading it," I protested. 
    
    "Yeah, well I shouldn't be reading it either." She 
    closed the book and took it out of the room, and I 
    never saw it again, though a couple of times I hunted 
    for it. 
    
    Walking along the beach I felt a little sad. Maybe I'd 
    deprived my mom of some innocent pleasure. Well, maybe 
    not so innocent. I wondered if my mom would read that 
    stuff and touch herself. Maybe somehow I'd spoiled it 
    for Marianne, too. I decided to tell Marianne about the 
    time I'd picked up my mom's trashy novel, but when I 
    went past the pool on the way back, Marianne wasn't 
    there. Probably reading in the privacy of her room, I 
    thought, and I thought of her touching herself as she 
    read, and when I looked out over the dunes the sea was 
    swollen and the sun was bright and maybe at that moment 
    Marianne was making herself come. A couple of seabirds 
    cried, and that made me smile, but suddenly that's what 
    I wanted to do, touch myself and make myself come. Only 
    we didn't have any trashy novels. 
    
    
    
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                         August 9, 2002
    
    
    Spigot 
    
    
    David was helping Melissa with the gardening. Almost a 
    week now, he still wasn't sure what to call her. Not 
    Mom. Not Melissa. Not Miss Warner. Nothing seemed 
    right. "Why don't you hook up the hose?" she asked him. 
    "Remember, righty tighty, lefty loosey." She pointed to 
    the spigot on the side of the house and she laughed. A 
    little sputter of a laugh. David nodded. As David 
    unrolled the hose and dragged one end towards the 
    spigot, he remembered something from his freshman year 
    of high school. 
    
    It was after evening swim practice. He was outside the 
    old brick school, waiting in the back parking lot for 
    his parents to pick him up. It was cold, maybe ten 
    degrees, and he huddled into his coat and tightened his 
    body. It was snowing. It had been snowing for a while, 
    and some of the snow was starting to stick. David 
    scooped some of it up and packed it into a snowball and 
    tossed it against the side of the building. But most of 
    the snowball disintegrated in the air as it flew. Too 
    dry. David gather some more snow in his mittens, but 
    instead of packing it into a snowball he took it to the 
    water spigot jutting from the bricks a few steps left 
    of the back door. He wasn't sure he had anything in 
    mind. Maybe just get it a little damp. Just then a 
    couple of kids came out. Rick Pike and Rick Swanson, 
    seniors on the team. Swanson was combing his crew cut, 
    trying to make the front stand up in a little tuft. 
    
    "Whatcha doin?" Pike asked. 
    
    At first David thought he was talking to Swanson, so he 
    didn't answer. 
    
    "I said, 'What the fuck are you doing?'" 
    
    "Nothing," David said. "Just making snowballs." 
    
    "It looks like he's sticking snow up that faucet," 
    Swanson said. 
    
    "Why would he do a silly ass thing like that?" Pike 
    asked. 
    
    "Probably pretending he's stuffing it up his 
    girlfriend's cunt." 
    
    "Is that what you're doing?" Pike asked. 
    
    "No, I ..." David stammered. It was the first time he'd 
    ever heard anyone say cunt. He wasn't even sure what it 
    meant. "I ..." 
    
    "His girlfriend's awfully cute," Swanson said. "Ginny 
    Ambrose. I seen her. I seen him walking in the hall 
    with her one day. Freckles. Sweet little titties. 
    Snowball sized." 
    
    Pike laughed. He had picked up some snow. He was 
    squeezing it in his bare hands, packing it. "But why 
    you want to stuff snow in her cunt? That's not very 
    respectful like," Pike said. 
    
    "I didn't ... I ..." 
    
    "I'll give you a hint," Pike said. "Righty tighty, 
    lefty loosey. Always remember that." 
    
    "I will," David said. 
    
    "Right," Pike said. "Righty tighty. Ginny looks like a 
    righty to me, doesn't she to you, Swanson? I bet she's 
    got the tightest little cunt." 
    
    "She ..." David said. "I ..." Car lights. His parents. 
    
    "Righty tighty," Pike called out as David stepped 
    towards the car. "You let us know if you want any help 
    loosening it up." 
    
    David slipped into the backseat. As they drove off a 
    snowball thumped on the roof. 
    
    "Friends of yours?" David's dad said. 
    
    "Not really," David said. "Just guys on the team." 
    
    David had the hose attached to the spigot. He turned on 
    the water. Tight seal. Nothing dripped. Then Melissa 
    sprayed him. 
    
    
        
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Each day Calendar.atEROS presents erotic shorts, each of them complete,
most of them connected, many of them illustrated (as is August 9th, above).

I could use your support. Please consider a subscription.

--Mat Twassel

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Pursuant to the Berne Convention, this work is copyright with all rights
reserved by its author unless explicitly indicated.
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