KOI FISH ROMANCE IN IOWA //🐟 A NOVEL 🐟// BY: MR. OMAR KING

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There's no sun today, the clouds have all closed in making it look so dark and lonesome.... a row of dark clouds straight ahead... blocking the sun... is there gonna be a storm today? Oh... I hope not, I really don't want to get soaking wet on my way home from the sanitarium: that means that I would have to shower again... no way.
It sure does look so pretty and calm seeing the dark clouds in a row.... it's nice that they came to visit, wish they'd come more often and stayed for a moment or longer: but I just wish they wouldn't make a mess all the time when they come to visit and say hi, I enjoy them very much so... it's like saying hello to an old friend. But they need to stop making messy storms throughout the town... it's unnecessary.

There is a good-looking couple driving beside me... they seem so happy and content together... the pretty brunette with the perky tits is having a queer time with her Irish lover in the car... he's driving: oh boy. Caressing his arms and stiff-meaty thigh, she gives him a kiss on the lips and then circles her finger around his chest as he continues to drive in beside me: what are they doing? That girl shouldn't be distracting him with her lustrous intentions and her rock-hard titties... they could cause an accident that would lead to a traffic jam... and Iowa doesn't have that kind of luxury to afford a traffic jam... none of us have that kind of luxury: for Christ sakes.

As I drive.. I can hear em talking  through my windshield on the right: what could they be talking about?

"Harry... did you see that funny fucked up video on Instagram, the one with the stoned fat girl flapping her titties on screen? Oh sweet Jesus, that was funny, you should have seen it."

Whose tit's? Whose fat?

"Nah, I didn't get to watch it. By the look on your face and the choice of words you used to describe it make's it seem like it's worth watching. Maybe I'll take a look at it later when we get our rooms at the motel, huh?"

Oh my, a room: that's nice.

"That sounds like a good deal. Oh.. Oh... Harry. I'm so excited to spend the night with you.. I've been waiting for our moment together in such a very long time... I'm so happy. When I'm with you... you make me feel so free. I'm free, Harry."

"You're my one and only, Vicki."

"I love you..."

"I'm so glad that Jeremy won't get in the way of our lustrous affair, fucking dumbass"

"Yeah... what a cock sucker... who would want to fuck that?"

"Unfortunately, I did. He always pulls my skirt down and starts fucking me right then and there in his room, in the shower, and at his work: the factory. I feel so cheap and tight when I'm around him... like a oppressed whore."

"I don't know what you see in him? I really don't?"

"Honestly... I don't have the slightest clue... but I have to love him and make him feel like a man: everyday. It's hard work to fake it... but I do it anyways... I do it for you. Do you love me? What is the matter with me, of course you love me, why wouldn't you?"

"Yeah I love ya... and your tits, too... hehehe."

"Stop it, you're so silly."

"Come on... I know you love that."

"Yeah... Yeah.. just keep driving."

Their left windshield close: I hear nothing but distortion in their car. I was gonna say that they remind me so much like Charles and I... but then I changed my mind. Who's Jermey?

"Babe... look at that old lady with the glasses and bangs. Where do you think she's going?"

"I don't know, Hon?" Harry responded and then continues "Where do you think she is going?"

"I don't know? Maybe to the super market? The bowling alley? The movie's? The doctors? It could be anywhere. She seem so sad and tired... driving alone.. it makes me sad seeing that."

"Don't worry, Vicki. She could be some needy old lady whom is looking for attention or somebody to spread her legs open and flower her with bull shit... so don't pay any mind at her... she is heading to where she has to go."

"All right... I won't. I love her glasses and scarf.. she's very well dressed.. so maybe she seeing somebody: but who?"

"Who knows and who cares, it's none of our business."

"I hope I don't up like that when I get old... lonely and tired: gross."

What is she looking at me for? Doesn't she have her love slave to tend to? Oh well. I'm not gonna react to her or even pay her the mind... although she seems awfully pretty.. I can't help but take a look at her.. I know who she reminds me of... Charlie juniors sexy girlfriend: God she's so gorgeous and tight... nice piece of ass I've ever seen. Wonder how she is doing? What must she be doing alone on her spare time... probably skimming through some vain magazine with all the sexy girls and boys in it... or helping her mother clean her house... or working... does she work? Where does she work... did she told me that she works? I wonder? I'll ask Charlie Jr later during supper, maybe he knows?

The pretty couple speed ahead and leaves me alone in the road... I continue to drive in own speed... taking my time and admire the beautiful view as driving making my way to the city/town. Being there is so grey and mundane... but so colorful underneath it's surface.. beautiful colorful lights shining at night... making its way through the hearts of Iowans like me. The tall towering industrial buildings everywhere... it's like step into another world... another life than my own: New York and Los Angeles.

I bet those cheap people in the car doesn't appreciate fresh linens... I bet they'd make a mess in their motel room and then let the house keeper do all the hard work... cleanse the sheets from their filth. Can't they do it themselves? They did the deed: and that didn't stop em from doing it... so they should do the cleansing... not the poor old house keeper. Such a shame. I guess that's how society is (huh), they all take things for granted and never appreciate it... and then dump their mess to the poor: I will pray for their souls.