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The following work of fiction contains sexual activities between 
consenting adults. If you are too young, too uptight, or your 
local government is too oppressive, you should stop reading now.

This Patsy and Johnny flash story (500 words or less!) is in the 
public domain. While you are legally free to do anything you 
like with it, out of courtesy to the author, I request that you 
not remove my name or contact information.

Each Patsy and Johnny story stands on its own. My intention is 
to explore a range of possibilities for these characters. 
Therefore, you may find inconsistencies from one story to the 
next, and they do not fit together to form a larger whole.



Not Again
By Poison Ivan



My sister Jenna picked up Patsy at the hospital. Patsy wasn't
hurt so bad this time, but Jenna said she still cried the whole
way home.

When I called, Patsy was calmed down enough to say, OK, I can
come over if I want. But all the way over I'm kickin' myself for
gettin' involved. Me and Patsy, we was still friendly, but some
day I gotta convince myself we'll never hook up again.

Patsy met me at the door barefoot and wearin' a battered old
robe. Her fingers was taped and her body's hitched a tad
sideways. Thank God Andy didn't bust her face this time.

Once inside, Patsy's limpin' `round tryin' to clean up the mess,
but she cain't hardly move her arm. "Why don't you let me help?"
I offered. Patsy frowned like a farmer bein' low-balled by a
wholesaler, but she said OK anyway.

We worked two hours. Andy'd busted three chairs, leavin' a hole
in the sheetrock and splinterin' wood everywhere. If Patsy don't
learn to run when Andy's drunk, she's gonna get herself killed
some day.

Patsy's house is really gone to shit since we was together. The
sofa's worn through, and the walls need paint bad. Even after we
cleaned up the mess, everythin' still looked dirty.

When we was mostly done, Patsy comes up close to me and says,
"Thanks, Johnny." She gave me a weak hug with her good arm.

It's s'posed to be a friendly hug, `cept I suddenly remembered
when me and Patsy used to fuck every day after my shift let off.
And then my dick got hard. When Patsy stepped back, her robe
loosened up and I saw her tit, even her round, brown nipple. For
a minute, neither of us knew what to do.

And then we kissed. A slow, soft kiss.

Patsy froze and got panicky eyes. Her arm hung unnatural, like a
bent fishhook. I s'pose I gawked.

Eventually, Patsy must've felt sorry for me, `cause she finally
smiled and nodded. Goddam, was I happy! I led her to the bedroom,
and we undressed and climbed in bed.

I looked at Patsy naked. There's a football-sized bruise on the
left side where her ribs showed. I stayed away from the bruise
and kissed her right tit. I ran my fingers through her pussy
hair, but Patsy cried out.

"I'm sorry, Johnny, I cain't. I cain't breathe, it hurts too
much." Tears was brimmin' in her eyes.

"That's OK, Patsy." And it was true, it really was OK. I was
happy just to be with her again. We laid together quiet. I closed
my eyes.

After a long time, Patsy rustled. "Johnny?" she breathed. I just
wanted to lay with her, so I didn't say nothin' and pretended to
sleep.

Patsy snuck out of bed and dialed the telephone.

"Hello, Andy?" she whispered, thinkin' I cain't hear. "How you
doin'?"

My heart sunk. Not again, I thought to myself.

But what could I do?



(499 Words)

Comments? Good or bad, I'd love to hear them. Email me at 
poisoniv1@hotmail.com. Or you can find more stories like this on 
my website, http://bounce.to/poisoniv1.

Not Again
By Poison Ivan

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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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