Mable Sue

Mable Sue
by My Erotic Tale

"Abner get over here,"
Daisy May shrilled a snear.

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"What is it?"
"This."
"What is it?"
"That!"
"WHAT?" Abner yells.

"Shhh ..."
jest a security officer
'not so kind'
while pointing to the
'please be quiet' sign.

"That ... ain't that Mary Ann's neice,
Mable Sue, who married the priest?"
"Where?"
"There!" Pointing her bent with age finger.
"That?"
"Yes!"

Abner pulls his bifocals up and leans in for a
better look. "Hell, I don't know," Abner replys,
steadys his cane and adjusts his eyes.

"Well, I say it is."
"Okay Daisy May, you say so."
Abner patronizes.

"Well you remember
she went on that Church retreat
over there in those Black Hills
something or another creek,
got them there sticker burs on her feet?'
"Yep," Abner agreed.

"She told us about how those blue flowers
were scattered
like blue soggy M & Ms everywhere."
"Yep"

"Looks like a storm was a comin'
that's why the sky is
a yellow and orange."
"Yep"

"She wore that red dress last Christmas,
remember?"
"Yep"

"I'd recognize that pale complexion
black hair and dimple indention,
anywhere."
Daisy May snared.

"It could be her twin sister, Sue Mable,"
Abner grinned.

"Nope, Sue Mable didn't make that trip,
she was working that summer
as a waitress for tips."

"Yep, your right,"
Abner replied.

"Wait till I get home
and call Mary Ann on the phone
and tell her that her
neice has got a picture
hanging in the
Fine Art Museum."

"Oh No, she'll be up here demanding
the Paintings negative or something,"
Abner barked.

"Oh your right Abner, she'll cause a fuss for sure. Spect' we best keep this to ourselves."

"Yep."

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"It would be nice to tell folks
we got some body famous
in our family though,
don't you think Abner?"

"What ever you think Dear."

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"Well, look'y there Daisy May,
a picture of you,"
Abner spew.

"Oh, then why does it say,
Mona Lisa's Smile?"

"Well it looks like you,"
Abner looks confussed.

"That ain't no smile,
wonder why she don't smile bigger?"
Daisy May barks her verbal trigger.

"Well dear, if she's like you
maybe her dentures don't stay in straight."

"Oh quite right Abner,
you always were a quick thinker."

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