The Liked, the Well-Liked, the Silent, the Ruffian and the Despised: A Baugi Family Has Only One Father
“Babak broadcasted on national television he would break up the Department of Justice in Baug.”
“Now that I can agree with!” I yelled down the hall to Zareen in the kitchen. “Justice Ministers would no longer be allowed to eat or drink out of silver tableware or have female secretaries.” I heard from the speakers. Meanwhile, Zareen was ladling hot lamb soup into liter-sized porcelain bowls. I turned off the stereo and thought of eating lamb.
After dinner, we sat in front of a fire. I put Vaseline on my dick and let it melt a little before probing. I think she liked it. She always says she does when I ask so I’m not asking. Why bother with foreplay or an endurance test. We’ve fucking been married eighteen years. Even after ten years, I remember the doc asked, “How long you’ve been married?”
“Ten years,” I replied.
“That’s why,” he said, in response to the usefulness of Viagra as a chemical substitute for foreplay.
There’ll be plenty of time for foreplay…Zareen doesn’t like foreplay…maybe it’s my foreplay with her? Big deal, right? She gets off, that’s all that matters as far as my husbandly duty goes, that and making her lunch and a smoothie every morning. Once the historical study and operational games are complete, ther’ll be plenty of time for more pounding…arrgh…and there’s one for the hi-skirt broad.
I slept in. The melatonin is a two-edged sword, especially because I threw in an Advil kicker. Zareen wanted coffee so I rolled off the futon and into the kitchen. I started up the Krups and hoped for the best. My eyes were half-shut, not half-open. Zareen was going shopping today so I had some time. After the kitchen was clean and Zareen went to the outdoor market in the neighboring square, I turned on the DVD and listened.
“A few days after Babak made his formal statement forbidding certain Western ‘luxuries’, the engineer, Prime Minister Farhang noted the rif-raf that accompanied the Ayatollahs on television and became concerned with the import of the public display of Islamic political unity; he may have wondered if it was ‘authentic’ or merely ‘staged.’ Farhang told reporters that the clergy were gossiping about him behind his back, perhaps wanting to get feedback on whatever scuttlebutt they may have been privy to regarding his reputation.
“The prime minister and the clergymen were trying to debase each others’ reputation because their political views did not mesh. After Farhang accused the clergy of spying and gossiping on him, the clergy openly told journalists they were referring to the lifestyles of Farhang and those like him. The clergy claimed that the prime minister had a young female secretary, drove a Mercedes-Benz automobile, and worked in an office covered with expensive Tahmoureese carpets. Farhang retaliated by saying that at the present time, even a shopkeeper can afford a Mercedes, and having female secretaries was not that unusual, even in Baug. He asked the clergy point blank: “Is it unusual for me to have my own personal secretary?”