Date: Tue, 30 Jul 2002 11:57:43 -0500 From: jon boyd Subject:
Slipping by Jon Boyd Slipping by Jon Boyd She turned her back to
the street to lock the door, the seams of her stockings so
straight they looked laser cut. Her cape flared and rose giving
me a peek at her panties as she spun and heels clicking danced
down the marble steps. She is beauty I thought as she pulled her
legs into the Z3, crunched first, barked he tires and roared
down Mitchell Street. The "snatch", the "grab", the "tackle",
call it what you like, I love to follow. I let her get a two
block lead then pulled into traffic and pushed in a Cowboy
Junkies CD. It was a hot night following a rainstorm, the
streets were wet, she pushed the BMW into a drift every chance
she got. I didn't need to work hard to keep up, just to stay out
of sight. When she stopped at the bank, I waited. When she made
a trip to a wine store, I waited. She dropped into a dinner and
I followed her in. She sat with her back to door, drank a coffee
and smoked. I drank a co