Sexy American
Chicks & Custard
Sexy American Chicks & Custard
Train stops
I look out
Edirne
it's the frontier
I need my money back
How long before the train leaves?
He shrugs.
Train goes when train is ready.
Train corridor
a man approaches
I go left
he goes left
I go right
he goes right
He is carrying a tray of custard creams
I duck under his tray
Cut!
Carriage corridor
long windows
horizontal bar across the glass
Cut!
I duck
he lifts tray
tray hits brass bar
tips
custard up
custard down
floor is yellow custard
sluicing down the corridor
seeping under sliding doors
sticky
Cut!
I walk
I need my money
I run
I am giggling
I run into office
I fumble for my form
giggling
I am having hysterics
custard
yellow custard
sticky down the corridor
Prim office man
looks stern
I am helpless giggling
yellow custard everywhere
I sign the form
He gives me useless Turkish lira
I am standing on the platform
I have stopped laughing
I climb back in
I really am not laughing
Cut!
There is a man, with brush and bucket
hosing down the carriage
I am not laughing
Cut!
There are two Turks in my compartment
Shit!
Out! Out!
I scream
Toothless smiles
Full!
Complete!
Toothless smiles
Corps diplomatique
I scream
and wave my passport
They leave
I giggle into the Bulgarian plain
I giggle into the night
I giggle into my diplomatic sleep
Cut!
Morning comes
the bright Bulgarian morning
white blossom drifts across the railway cuttings
the train whoops through villages
yokels wave from bicycles
school children wave from gates
She stands beside me
I smile
Isn't it wonderful
the white
the sun
the waving children
the ancient yokels
Cut!
You're English?
I turn
She's pretty
Hey, she's pretty!
Cut!
Of course I'm
English
why not?
Ha
she says
I thought you were Turkish
What?
Cut!
I look down
I'm English
I hold out my arm
and look carefully at my hand
I'm English
I turn to look at her
She's American.
I thought you were Turkish.
What?
she screams
Why?
You were sitting with all those turks
There was nowhere else to sit
I turn, wave an arm towards my compartment
It's empty
It's yours
it's specially reserved for Sexy American
chicks
I'll get my things
Cut!
I'm a bum
my lucky number's one
but when there's two
there's room for fun
Cut!
Turks are watching
standing in the corridor
the blind is down
the door is locked
one is peeking thru a chink
I pull her blouse aside
and kiss her
There is a scuffle in the corridor
Cut!
I get up
open the door
Shoo!
I scream
I cannot see the view
This is your window
I draw a box in the dust
upon the floor
This box
you
This box
I draw another
Me
Cut!
We sit
back to back
feet on seat
wiggling our shoulders
touch to touch
feeling her
feeling me
with our shoulders and our arms
then feeling with our heads
hair brushing into hair
the performance
brings the audience
I spy with my little eye
Is it inside or
outside?
Outside
But I'm facing the
wrong way to see
So what?
Guess
She guesses
She's right of course
because
I hadn't thought of anything
I try to guess
hers
It's the same letter
are you serious
of course I'm serious
I rub my shoulders against her
and cannot think
of a single thing beginning with H
as our heads
and our hair entangle
Cut!
I've got a better game
I have to touch you
and you must guess
what I really want to touch
Pathetic
with a male
that's obvious
We have ten hours
I reach up her back
and under her shirt
You want to touch my
bust
Idiot
you dont have tits
on your back
I thought
you were trying to get
under
my bra straps
Silence
What on earth would
you want to touch
up there
your hair
darling
i just
decided
that H
is for Hair
I move a hand down
her side
down
to the elastic
of her knickers
feel beneath
then
That's
more like
a man
you want to touch
my bottom
Silence
Oh!
You're kinky
like women's clothes
Her turn
She feels under my shirt
God you're bony
When did you last eat
It's all that
fucking
American
chicks
it
takes
it out
of you
Her hand is resting on
my rib cage
You
aren't kinky too?
I'm a good
all-American
girl
hmm…
heading towards my cock?
Hopeless
male egotism
wishful thinking baby
You like
hairy chests?
Your turn
I have a cunning
idea
I reach one hand up
and under her bra
and cup one breast
But you've already got
there
Nope
You dont want to
feel my
bra
she sniffs
Nope
It's Psycho
You really hate
me
because your mother
warned you
about girls
so you want
to strangle me
It's easy
I bring up the other hand
cup her other breast
and squeeze
I like you.
She wriggles
pushes out her tits
and shakes her
hair
We're being watched
Who cares
let's give them a show
Cut!
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