                         Disclaimer

What follows is a work of fiction.  Things have been
completely made up by the fevered mind of the writer.  It
is posted in entry to the ASSTR Anniversary Song Stories
Festival of 2002 in the "Mood Challenge" category.  As
such, it is a sex story meaning that it includes
descriptions of sex acts and so you should most likely not
be reading it, especially if doing so will result in
prison, spankings, restrictions of privileges, or excessive
numbers of "Hail Marys."

In no way does the posting of this work on the Usenet imply
that the writer has waved any rights under international
convention and copyright law.  The use of this story on any
web-site, both commercial and free, is prohibited without
advance permission.  The archiving of this story by
ASSTR/ASSM (including the Festival Webpage) and Goggle is
understood and encouraged.  Come-ons for penis enlargement
systems and hair replacements can be sent to the address
below, where they will be deleted without being opened.
The occasional piece of fanmail will not be deleted, but
instead, will be read, answered, and saved forever.

Thank You and Good Day,
Kenny N Gamera
turtlemeat69@hotmail.com
Original Post Date: 10 Nov 2002 

             When I Left My Home and My Family
              An ASSTR Anniversary Song Story
                             by
                       Kenny N Gamera


   A girl stood at the ticket booth.  She walked straight
towards me.  She was young, like me, but she carried her
person with a confidence that I lacked.  Her clothing was
worn and maybe a little dirty, but within the fashion for
our age.  Her halter stopped below her developing bosom and
showed her pierced navel just above the low rise of her
ragged, faded jeans.  Sandals exposed her ringed toes.

   It was quiet, and few others were waiting.  A number of
seats to either side of me were empty of people.   She sat
to my right and dropped her bag to the empty seat next to
her.

   "The train will be here in another hour."

   "Uh, thanks."

   "I'm Lori."

   I told her my name as I looked into her eyes.  They were
blue and shown like crystal.  I looked away but found my
gaze following her brown braid down to the opening of her
top and the sight of her breasts where it parted from her
body.  I looked back into her face.  She smiled.

   "We've got time."

   She stood with my hand in hers.  I followed suite.  With
her leading, we walked away from the bench.  Together, we
went into a chamber crowded with machinery.  She took me to
a corner behind some boxes.

   I shook as she lowered herself to her knees and began to
undo my trousers.  She pulled my sex out and into her
mouth.  It was warm and wet, nothing like my experiments
with my hands in the dark of my room.

   Her head began to bob into me.  My penis disappeared and
reappeared from her pretty face.  I didn't hold back; I
didn't know how.  I released into her mouth.  She stood and
licked what had spilled from her lips.  She kissed me.

                       Authour's Notes

This is one of five flashes based on the Simon and
Garfunkle song _The_Boxer._  I wrote the one, "Asking Only
Workman's Wages," for the Summer Solstice Rom Festival, but
thought better of it and didn't post it then.  When the
Anniversary Song Fest was announced, I thought to post it
and complete the series with one flash for each stanza of
the song.  They have no order and are not connected to each
other in any way.  As with anything they vary in quality,
but each captures the mood of the verse.  I hope you enjoy.