Mr. Fong's

You know having my connection time out on me is really starting to piss me off. 'guess I'll start typing in some other program and then cut and paste what I have to say in here. I mean Damn it I'm typing as fast as I can it's not like I wander off and have beer or something. Drinking and writing to great taste that are sure to Fuck you up in some way.

I know I've been promising a Fong story but you'll have to wait a bit more I found a bit that needs to be fleshed out some then I'll post it. But til then here's something I found looking for Fong stuff. It's from a play (i.e. a letter meant to destroy a friendship) I started but never finished and there for never sent so why not put it out there so total strangers can see it... OK let's go.

Background: '97 went to Atlanta for some freelance
job. Hung out with Gretchen and her Girlfriend at a
topless bar and then an after hours gay bar. This is
part of an imaginary conversation to Suzanne about
the trip.

Phone Interlude

‘So what did you and Gretchen talk about at your little club?’
‘Oh, Lots of stuff... we talked about what we were doing with photography, what we wanted to do and stuff like that...’
‘is that all?’
‘No after we had started to get a good buzz we talked about sex, don't know how it came up ...( giggle on the other end)... I asked about her tongue stud you know whether chicks dug it as I had heard, her response was ‘I hear guys dig it too’ ...I said ‘I wouldn't know about that but was willing to participate in field research’...’
‘Oh really?... what she'd say to that ...’
‘She just laughed ...then we changed the track to first times, people we'd had sex with, people we wanted to have sex with...’
‘Was I on that list’
‘I don't think she mentioned having sex with you’
‘That's NOT what I Meant.’
‘I know that's not what you meant but in the two years you've known me when have I ever answered a loaded question straight out? huh?
‘never...
‘ so why should I start now?’
‘....because I'm asking ....
‘ do you really want to know or is this just a quick way to get an excuse to hang up on me...’
‘...no, I want to know...
‘ ...Of course you were on my list... yes I want to have sex with you...’
[Long Silence]
‘...hey... hello... are you still there...’
‘Yeah.... I'm here.’
‘you asked ....I answered... I know I should have said no ... but hey some times you just have to mess things up for your self...’
‘So... tell me about it...’
‘what do you mean ?’
‘I mean... tell me about these fantasies about making love to me...’
‘O.k. ... I guess....’
‘when I was around at work ...( yeah?)... did you undress me mentally?’
‘I tried...’
‘What do you mean you tried... I've heard some of your rambling and you have an over active imagination...’
‘O.K. ... what I mean is I tried to but the minute I would get your shirt off of you... whether I was unbuttoning it or pulling off one of your white T shirts... The moment I saw your Blue bra I just went blind... all I could think about was that Ultramarine Victoria's Secrets bra of yours...’
‘You're on crack!...’
‘What's that suppose to mean?... I would watch you pull and tug at those straps the way your T shirt would shift on your shoulders showing the straps... all I could do was hope there was a pair of matching panties...’
‘Oh really... and did you ever find out I did have a pair of Blue Panties...’
‘Yes...’
‘HOW?’
‘You're a slob... that night I came over to fix your CD player... remember that [ yeah]... well they were on the floor by your bed with all your dirty laundry, so after that I could unzip your pants and see your blue panties...’

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That's all there was so I guess this passes for the end. Later...Ed

posted by Ed @ 10:08 PM