ENNIS [shifting on the hard chair in the sparse dining area]:
%% Dang, my jeans must still be a-smoulderin. Ass is sore for all the wrong reasons again! Don't look like ol' JBB can help me none right now either. Poor lil fella... %%
ENNIS'S PERKY PRINT JAMMY PANTS -
%%'Smoulderin', huh? Can ya blame 'em? They been clutchin' Ennis's purty parts long before they was ever flung against the tent walls up on BrokenArse. Yeah, Ennis's gal-wife bought him a new pair a pants outta the J. C. Penney catalog one year, said she was tired a seein' the same old pants on his behind and why was he so danged attached to 'em, anyway?! 'Course, it was her idea for Ennis ta wear perky print jammy pants, tryin' ta perk him up a little. Wasn't long until the MRS. was sportin' the longest, thickest, ugliest nightgowns she could find, and with one purpose in mind; drag her hubby's thoughts as far away as possible from doin' what he liked to do to her when the lights went out.
Well, now, got yerself a sore arse, do ya, Ennis?
Ya know, aside from the creamy goodness of my old Butt Butter Buddy and the loopy, wandering weftiness of my favorite ragabond, Terry-- MY cool-as-a-summer breeze cottony self sliding up and over your burnin' backside is all yer gonna need, Mister. And, lucky me, I never once had ta fight any pair a drawers over who was gonna get up close and personal to all those luscious man-parts. It's
just me. Me, and those danged smoulderin' jeans that he'll hose down, patch up, and never let go.%%
(( ENNIS'S PERKY PRINT JAMMY PANTS crack like a whip in the fierce Wyoming wind as they cling to the tiny backyard clothesline, awaiting Ennis's return.))