Jerry G. Erwin


The Nature of Condiments
 
Antoinette
a wonderful little blonde and greatly
beleaguered parent of too many children,
with a history of poverty, ill health, and
spousal abuse, all leading her to the
edge of doom . . .
 
was in love with me
for undetermined reasons not to her advantage
and when we were in bed, in the throes of
some very good passion, with all of her
pain and anger showing me what love was
really about . . .
 
she would put mustard on my cock, and . . .
said she did it just because she liked the
taste of mustard
 
however
 
I suspect it had something to do with killing
the undetermined but desirous taste of me.
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