Elsa P, Back In Boy-Land Yet Again: Losing Face

sunglasses“So what do you mean?” I asked, sitting cross legged on the trailer after threading a chain from one side of the huge, bathroom-sized contraption on the center of the of thing to the other. “Do you mean you’re not going to tell me when I am old as hell?”

“No, I’m not.”

“I see. You mean I’m going to be all old and wrinkled up? I’m going to look like all kinds of hell and you’re just not going to mention it?” I said, chuckling. “You’ll going to keep it to yourself?”

“Yes I am. Yes, I will keep it to myself what you look like” he said setting me up.

“Hmm. Well that’s sounds pretty good actually. No sense ruining my day about it, huh?”

“Right. No sense to that.”

“Well I am glad you’re sensible,” I said. “I should try to be sensible too.”

“You’re sensible,” he said.

“Yeah, on occasion.”

Some guy approached the trailer to check our work. He gave us a thumbs up and the soldier called him sir while I smiled at him.

“Okay, then. He says we’re competent, so I guess we will get out of here.”

“Yep.”

“Eventually,” I said.

He stopped to look at me. A good long look for no reason I could discern. “P, I just hope you know and everyone else knows that I enjoy you immensely. Let no one say I have ever spent one minute with you where I was not entertained.”

“Oh yeah?”

“Yeah, that’s right. Now let’s get out of here.”

“We’re done? We finished this?”

“Yep, come on.”

Pre-inspected, we left the deserted yard being waved through by the guard without having to stop. Outside the gate of what could only be called a “compound” (we’ve seen more than our share of them) we switched a few things to my car and headed back to my house for one more night. We both needed a restroom so I pulled over at the first convenience store and we both made a beeline.

chimney sweep mary poppins dirty facesI came out of the stall to wash my hands. I had been wearing sunglasses all day which I took off when I went inside the store. Looking in the mirror, I saw my face was filthy. It was filthy like a chimney sweep, I mean. I had total raccoon eyes where my glasses had been. I stood in front of the mirror and considered the situation for about thirty seconds then busted up. The bastard!

I looked down at my filthy clothes. I was aware of them but my face. How did this stuff get on my face?

Then I remembered this one especially filthy dusty, rust covered, red dirt covered chain. I had decided to use it and apparently I dropped it on the trailer and all this stuff flew up, hit my face and stuck! Realizing my face had been covered in this stuff for at least 3 hours I stood in restroom alone and laughed my ass off. He said he wouldn’t tell me if I looked bad, didn’t he? The fuck!

I grabbed a towel to wash my face, then decided not to. I washed my hands and met him out by the car.

“My face,” I said, getting in his. I got right in his face. “My face is pretty dirty.”

He laughed.

“Your face is clean,” I said. “Amazing, your face compared to mine. The people in that store must have thought this was pretty funny, see me walk in there like that.” I said. “What is that guy doing with that dirty-faced woman?”

“I suppose so, P. That guard liked it,” he said with a devilish grin.

“Oh brother.” I’d forgotten the guard so I stared. “Well you’re a funny bastard aren’t you?”

“Yeah, I am.”

“Okay, well you’re one up on me. I’ll shower when I get home. Meantime you can look at me like this. Get the full bang for your buck because there is going to be payback.”

“Hell yes they’ll be payback and I’m looking forward to that too,” he said cockily.

I just smiled, I know when I’m bested.

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