note: franksolich collects a primitive harem
is dedicated to BainsBane, who for reasons that will become obvious as the tale unfolds, will be absent from this story.
This is a work of fiction, but as usual it’s based upon real-life people and experiences, occurring at different times and places in this life, and with the primitives tossed in to spice it up.
This story is not rated because I just started it, and have no idea if anything racy’ll appear in it or not--but if it suddenly becames "R"-rated, I'll make that note in the title.
Readers as usual are free to--in fact, encouraged to--interrupt with comments as the story goes on, to suggest turns it might take.- - - - - - - - - -
franksolich collects a primitive harem. “You know, I’ve never had a problem with carnies,†I said to the property caretaker, when we were discussing plans for three weeks hence, during the county fair.
“When I was a kid, yeah, sure, others were always telling me to stay away from them because they did ‘bad’ things to kids. They were dirty and odoriferous and stole, and that they were usually of gypsy or Italianate derivation made them even more fearsome.
“But as it turned out, as a kid, I never met a carnie.
“By the time I was an adult and had seen more of the world, I encountered them a great many times, and much to my surprise, found them illuminating, interesting; and that they always paid cash for everything impressed me all the more.
“Their personal hygiene wasn’t so great, but cash can encourage one to overlook a lot of character defects.â€
This will be the third summer in a row the carnies have camped here, instead of on the county fairgrounds, as alcohol is prohibited on governmental property in Nebraska, and the last time the carnies were caught imbibing there, the $100 fines paid for new tennis courts and air-conditioned bleachers for the high school football field, not to mention extensive landscaping for the local golf course.
This being private property, and with the consent of the owner or tenant (myself), they can drink out here.
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Unfortunately, the property caretaker had been unaware of my commitment to the carnies, and given someone else permission to camp here at the same time.
“She’s from Chicago, and just got done with a nasty divorce from her husband. She wants to camp out here for a week, to ‘heal.’ She’s got considerable tattoos, and is bringing along a bunch of cats and chickens to keep her company.â€
Oh, I said; “that’s Big Mo. I know her, but she doesn’t know me.
“Big Mo’s great.â€
The caretaker looked at me, puzzled. “But she’s a primitive, and you don’t like primitives.â€
“Big Mo’s an exception,†I assured him; “I used to dislike her intensely--she reminded me too much of a late older sister, God rest her soul, who was a hysterical hypochondriac.
“But then some weeks ago, she got into a tussle with other primitives--they
really ganged up on her--who dragged her through the wringer.
“It was really sordid, all these rabble, the
lumpenunterprimitiven, getting on her like they did, as if they were better than she was. They ripped Big Mo apart, eviscerated her, tore her to pieces.
“As if they had any right to criticize one of their betters.
“Big Mo’s the epitome of primitivity; they don’t get much better than her.
“But Big Mo stood her ground like a man; she was admirable.â€
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“Well, there’s going to be a couple of others with her, and maybe even more than that,†the caretaker said; “they’re calling it ‘the girls’ week off,’ getting away from everybody and everything, especially men.
“One of them’s a poetess from California--â€
“Say no more,†I interrupted; “CaliforniaPeggy’s welcome here any time.â€
The caretaker looked at me, puzzled. “But she’s a primitive, and you don’t like primitives.â€
“CaliforniaPeggy’s an exception,†I said; “I used to really loathe her, she being one of these affluent white liberals who has no idea what the real world, and what people, are like.
“But then two things happened; one of them was that a near-
lumpenunterprimitiven, the Kali primitive, not to be confused with the bitter old Vermontese cali primitive, got on her case for supporting Big Mo.
“And the truth is, the Kali primitive isn’t even good enough to brush CaliforniaPeggy’s teeth, much less find fault with her.
“But CaliforniaPeggy showed real class, real dignity, in dealing with this unwarranted personal attack.
“And about that time, I’d encountered CaliforniaPeggy somewhere else, and even though she knew who I was, while Lamond hadn’t figured it out, she was cordial to me. Our conversation was short, but it was marked by nothing but the utmost cordiality.
“CaliforniaPeggy’s great; she can come here any time.â€
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“And then there’s someone currently vacationing over in Italy for three months, renting a servant-staffed villa, who’s taking a break from that to come out here to be with the ‘girls.’ She’s an expert on cooking--â€
Wow, I said; “a five-star guest list. That’s the cbayer primitive.â€
The caretaker looked at me, puzzled. “But she’s a primitive, and you don’t like primitives.â€
“I know, I know,†I said; “but the cbayer primitive’s an exception.
“I’ve always been ambivalent about the cbayer primitive, the feelings back-and-forthing from hot to cold, but currently I got nothing but the greatest affection and goodwill for her.
“She’s showing dear old sweet--but lazy--Lu how to run a forum on Skins’s island.
“The cbayer primitive’s great; I’d love to see her again.â€
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There was however the matter of two groups--the carnies and the ‘girls’--and just one camp-site, although I supposed it’d be okay to use the Italianate-owned property next to this one. It was purchased by Meyer and Alberto back in 1948, and while the property taxes have been diligently paid on it every six months since then, nobody Italianate’s ever been out here to do anything with it the past sixty-six years.
“You could put one in one place, and the other in the other place,†the caretaker said.
“The problem though,†I pointed out, “is that I prefer campers use the road from the highway to get to my campground.
“But to use the Italianate tract further down, they have to drive right through the middle of this property, and I’m not too keen on that.
“I didn’t have any problem with Lamond’s people doing that, they being decent and civilized church-going people.
“But here we got primitives and carnies.
“And the carnies might scare the ‘girls,’ so best to keep them unaware of each other.
“I don’t have to watch out for the carnies; they can take care of themselves.
“But the ‘girls’ are another matter; they need watched over, so nothing bad happens to them.
“And also being
femmes, they have special needs that could be better given from here, not to way over there.
“So we’ll have the carnies on the Italianate property, out of sight, and have the ‘girls’ here, where I can better protect and shield their frail womanhood.â€
to be continued