mamakating

go ahead, try to pronounce it. was it the first way you said it? or the second? is it Native American and therefore you're just going to say it silently like those words you skim over in a novel as you think, that word?

well, to quell your inner curiosities, it is pronounced that way that makes it sound like some kind of perverse act that you must only do in public--and even then, never speak about.

and it's the name of a town.

and my co-worker belong's to that town's hunting club. yes, that co-worker.

he instructed me as to the proper pronunciation which, of course, resulted in my childish giggles. how do you proclaim allegience to this club and not feel embarrassed or unfaithful to your wife?

he returned my giggles with blushing, uninhibited laughter.

we tried to share it with an older co-worker; but he's hearing is virtually gone and he didn't respond to the hunter's jests. i still laughed. the hunter kept talking.

yeah, Jim, I was caught mamakating in the garage!

i persisted with laughter, wiping my tears.

Mary walked in on me!

uncomfortable laughter. the whore. Jim was still reading the paper, unaware.

mamakating to Kristine's picture!

allllllrighty then. i can be thrilled silently, but only embarrassed visibly. yet, i'm not sure how this story will end.