sex sister

there were 4 of them between the ages of 30 and 45 and
all they talked about was men and sex, i mean,
it was all-consuming, to them there wasn't anything
else


i was living with the youngest sister and she had me
performing sexual acts i had never even heard of
before.

"now, let's try this."

"all right."

at first it was lively, adventurous, even
humorous
but
as the months and nights added up i
began to resent it like - oh, here we go with SEX
again!
(she also liked to do it in strange places like public
parks or in automobiles while i was driving.)


i began to feel that all the sisters were crazy; in fact,
one of them had been in a madhouse ( the one i was with).

the sisters had boisterous, screeching laughs, really
rather ugly laughs
and i began drinking more so i could tolerate
them and their laughter.


the drinking made the sister i was with quite angry
because sometimes i would just go to sleep
instead of performing.


i finally told my lady that i couldn't take it anymore
and that it was over and she seemed to accept that at first
but finally it was not to be so:
she began to phone me continually, mostly at night,
around 3 or 4 a.m.: " YOU'VE GOT SOMEBODY THERE,
HAVEN'T YOU?"


she followed me everywhere. once i took some clothes in
to the cleaners and when i came out my car was nearly
destroyed - ripped upholstery, shattered windows, torn
dashboard, all within 3 or 4 minutes.
it looked as if a tiger had been in the car.


another time i was making love to another lady when my
bedroom window was
smashed open and there was the sister's face, twisted, spitting
at me, " YOU FUCKING BASTARD!" then she was
gone.


the lady in bed was terrified, trembling. " what was
that?"


"nothing, baby, nothing."

the sex sister also tried to murder me a couple of times in a couple
of different ways and just missed both
times.
let me tell you the police weren't much
help, they picked her up but she somehow convinced
them that i was at fault.


"there's nothing wrong with that lady," they told me,
both times.


two squads of officers.


maybe she had sex with the whole gang of
them?


fortunately, as the months went on she gradually abandoned her
terrorist attacks until finally it was just a weepy
phone call or two and then a letter or two then,
silence.


she probably found somebody who could perform all the tricks that
she had taught me and could probably perform them
better. i hope
so.


and i just hope he likes sex
62 times a
month.



~c.bukowski