A nod to the late, great Otis Redding. Where would I be without soulful bliss?
LOVE VAM
She, a gorgeous blonde with a body to kill for was his number one fan. It was no surprise when he asked her to join him at his place for a nightcap after the show. She had driven nearly eight hundred miles to see him perform in his hometown. So, of course, she obliged.
The house was creepy, candles flickered in the foyer.
He flipped the light switch on; his pale skin told that he was more than meets the eye. “I want to kiss you in every…….” He paused.
For a moment, she lost her breath.
“……Country in the world.” His accent, a bit frenchy. He laughed.
She exhaled.
Hundreds of world maps hung in the entryway, exotic cities were marked by thumbtacks and then connected by rubber bands. Each, revealing the route to what he called love sessions with many different women. “My trophies.”
“Are these……. similar to notches in your bed post?” She asked.
He placed his long finger on her lips. “Well………. Yes.” He rolled his eyes upwards in thought. He was goofier than she imagined.
She turned to exit; her expectations demolished.
In a flash, he reached the door before her, stretching his arms out across it. “You cannot leave.” He violently pushed her backwards.
Placing both thumbs in his belt loops, he bent his knees and shimmied across the floor towards her, spinning three times before stopping, his stunningly red lips nearly touching hers.
“I’m not doing this!” She screamed.
“Oh, but…. you are.” He said before breaking into song. “I’m a love Vam…. Call me the love Vam. Ooh, baby, I’m the love Vam. That’s what they call me, I’m a love Vam.”
Wrapped tightly in his arms, he and his newest victim blessed the night sky. “First stop, Fiji.” He whispered.
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