Post by Deleted on Dec 9, 2008 2:14:32 GMT -5
April, 2008
She's the kind of woman that wears diamonds on the soles of her stiletto heels. She's the kind of woman that wears ruby red lipstick and silk stockings. She's the kind of woman that brings a grown man to his knees. She's all that Bobby Cairo cares about on a brisk spring evening at the governor's mansion in Hartford, Connecticut. Taking a spliff break on government property might pose a risky proposition for the average man, but it's just business as usual for a "radical element" like Cairo. Yet it's not the fresh air or the chronic that draws Cairo outside on this evening, it's the view.
Cairo has ever so discretely positioned himself behind the old giant Charter Oak tree, the very same tree where the Connecticut Colony Charter was safely stowed by the colonists more than 300 years ago, thus its name. This strategic location offers Cairo the best view on all the ground of an angel fallen to earth.
There she is, a vision of perfection standing by the fountain, as Cairo leers at her from behind the Charter Oak, cloaked in shadow, hidden by a thousand-year-old giant. What a show Cairo is getting. This young lady is quite the spectacle. Her short black dress, black thigh-high nylons and black stilettos contrast her pale white skin and blond hair.
Normally such a darkened garb is reserved for funerals but this young lady appears more a black rose than a mourner in procession. The lights from the perimeter of the garden path illuminate her ruby red lips, full and pouting like Angelina Jolie, as she traces the side of the fountain with her ruby red fingertips. Cairo removes a sterling silver cigarette case from the inner pocket of his black leather overcoat, never taking his eyes off the girl. Cairo pulls an expertly rolled spliff from the case, and then reaches back into his pocket and pulls out his custom-designed gold and diamond encrusted Zippo. Cairo casually flicks open the Zippo, lights up the spliff and takes a deep toke while remaining cautious to avoid alerting the young lady of his presence.
Seemingly blissfully unaware of the world around her, the woman bends over to get a closer look at the large ornate sculpture spouting water at the center of the fountain. As she bends over Cairo's eyes widen as he stares at a distance down the front of her sleeveless dress, her substantial cleavage on full display like Scarlett Johansson at a red carpet event. At one moment a squirrel races up the tree near Cairo. Cairo is startled and gasps, the woman gazes up into Cairo's direction. Cairo shoots behind the Charter Oak and covers his mouth with one hand, desperately attempting to avoid detection, his pulse racing, frantically fanning the cloud of pot smoke with his other hand.
Such a display might appear comical to an outsider's eye, but Cairo's heart is pounding deep and fast and he's certainly not laughing. Cairo takes several deep breaths to compose himself, then slowly peeks around the tree. The woman is now assuredly strutting around to the side of the fountain nearest Cairo, tracing her fingertips across the side of the fountain. Upon stopping, the woman again bends over for a closer look, studying the fountain sculpture like an art expert. Cairo licks his lips as he stares at the woman's round hips and plump juicy ass, an ass so plump yet firm that it hearkens memories of Shakira and J-Lo. Cairo's eyes slowly wander down to the woman's legs, those long shapely legs lasting to gateways of eternity like Stacy Keibler.
Cairo shakes his head. How can he resist? Politics beckon inside the governor's mansion yet Cairo's groin beckons loudest. It's no secret that Cairo is a ladies man and he always appreciates quality over quantity. This young lady is certainly that special breed that a connoisseur like Cairo can appreciate. The desire is simple, primitive really, but how to approach such a comely young lass? Cairo is rarely without words though such a rare beauty can render even the greatest of orators speechless. Cairo ponders his quandary while the young woman shifts her buttocks from side to side, almost as if teasing Cairo. Cairo, flustered, takes another hit from the spliff, searching for wisdom, but deep down inside his soul Cairo's decision has already been made. Stubbornly, Cairo refuses to let his nerves get the better of him. After all it's a rare treat to encounter such unfettered beauty near these hallways of corruption.
Whether through chemical courage or iron will Cairo decides to make his move. Cairo hesitantly walks out from behind the giant Charter Oak tree that he was hiding and the darkness in which he was shrouded. Cairo slowly and cautiously approaches the fountain from whence the innocent young siren is now gazing the stars above. Though Cairo is cautious to avoid startling the blond haired temptress, he inadvertently snaps a twig underfoot as he draws nearer to her. The woman looks down from the stars and glances at Cairo.
"I noticed you standing there," she says, smiling. "I was wondering when you'd gather the courage to approach me."
The young lady's sensory has defeated Cairo's attempt at stealth. "I'm sorry I didn't mean to stare," Cairo says. "You caught my eye and grabbed hold of my conscience like a goddess standing in a beacon of light."
The girl giggles and wrinkles her nose. "Does that make you my lowly man servant cloaked in shadow?" she asks, playfully teasing Cairo.
Cairo coyly smirks and grits his teeth. "Not so long as the crickets are chirping," Cairo replies. They both smile, then Cairo takes a toke from his spliff.
The young woman raises her eyebrow, crosses her arms and taps her finger on her cheek. "So are you going to offer me a hit or are you bogarting that joint for yourself?" she asks, her face now stricken with a serious expression.
Cairo nods his head and smiles. "A woman with taste? I'm impressed," Cairo says. "You don't find many of them around here." Cairo walks over to the woman and hands her the joint.
The young woman takes a toke and inhales deeply before handing the spliff back to Cairo. "Strawberry, nice," she says under her breath, careful not to exhale the smoke. The girl casually slips out of her stilettos and removes her stockings, then dips her toes into the fountain.
"Care to join me?" she asks while simultaneously exhaling and dangling her legs in the water. "The water is just right."
Cairo laughs and shakes his head. "The water's just right?" Cairo asks incredulously. "You're probably freezing your ass off right now. No, I think I'll keep my tuxedo and my leather trench coat nice and dry, but thank you for the offer." Cairo laughs again.
The beautiful blond babe won't take no for an answer, she playfully splashes the water with her hands in Cairo's direction. Cairo is nonplussed, his eyes growing wide and his arms flailing about in protest. "Girl, are you crazy? This is a $5,000 tuxedo and a $1,500 jacket! Oh you're dead!" The girl laughs as Cairo takes off his overcoat and tuxedo jacket and places them neatly on a bench nearby the fountain.
After securing his clothing into place Cairo runs over to the girl and furiously begins to tickle her neck, armpits and back. The girl spirals into a frenzy of laughter, begging for mercy from her strapping captor. "No, please, stop!" she pleads. "Ahahahaha! I'm ticklish, please stop! I can't take it anymore! Hahahahaha!"
Cairo shows no mercy for his dream girl while expertly manipulating her smooth skin with his fingertips. Cairo even playfully taunts the young lady. Cairo says, "Come on baby you gotta tap if you want me to stop! I'm the technical wizard, I've subbed more men than the United States Navy!"
As Cairo gradually slows the pace of his tickling, the young woman grabs Cairo around his waist and spanks his ass. "Oh baby... I tap!" she seductively purrs.
Cairo immediately stops tickling. "Ooh... that's nice, babe. I didn't know you were a naughty girl. Maybe I will jump in there with you after all!"
Cairo slips out of his black shoes and socks and rolls up his tuxedo pant legs. Cairo steps into the water, gingerly at first, pulling his foot back after the cold water sends chills up his leg and spine. Cairo gradually steps into the fountain and sits down next to the girl. "Oh yes," he says, a smile beaming across his face. "This is MUCH better," Cairo says with a chuckle.
Cairo gazes into the girl's eyes and she gazes into his. The two draw nearer as if to kiss when suddenly the young woman gently splashes the water with her feet, splashing water onto Cairo's pants, shirt and hair. "Guldarnit girl you're crazy! Now I'm all wet!" Cairo exclaims while throwing his arms up in exasperation.
"Oh you're mad? I was just playing around, but I think I know something that will sooth the savage beast," she says while playfully flicking Cairo's nose with her finger.
The girl unzips Cairo's pants and reaches inside, seductively stroking his groin. Cairo takes a deep breath and raises his head.
"Oh baby that does feel good. That is nice," Cairo says with a very relaxed tone in his voice.
"Told you I know how to sooth the beast," she says, sticking out her tongue and licking her lips.
"Yes you do, yes you do," Cairo says in between breaths. The girl strokes Cairo's manhood faster and harder and Cairo's breathing also grows faster and harder. Cairo suddenly slips his hand under the girl's dress and begins massaging her snatch. The girl moans softly as she continues to stroke Cairo. Soon the woman brings Cairo to the edge. With one last tug she sends Cairo into an orgasmic trance, Cairo grunts and then shoots wad after wad of cum into the fountain water as his entire body shudders, his hand still in the girl's snatch. The girl soon follows, her fingers and toes curling, her moans growing louder as wave after wave of orgasmic pleasure pulsates through her body. After Cairo and the woman have finished cumming, they each take deep breaths and sigh contentedly.
"I'm having so much fun, it's just a shame that we tapped that joint," the woman says, shaking her head and biting her lip.
Cairo smiles slyly and nods his head. "Don't worry, babe. I've got more where that came from." Cairo stands up and walks out of the fountain, with a bounce in his step, over to the bench where he placed his jacket. The girl follows closely behind him. Cairo pulls the cigarette case and the Zippo from his jacket pocket. Cairo opens the case and removes a spliff. Cairo stares into the girl's eyes while placing the joint in her mouth, past her soft smooth lips. Cairo flicks the Zippo open and lights the joint. The girl closes her eyes and inhales deeply, the smoke filling her mouth. The girl opens her eyes and smiles at Cairo, and then she hands the joint back to him. "That's a very nice Zippo," she says, under her breath, careful not to exhale.
"Thank you, my dear! I won this baby from "The Maverick" James Garner in a game of stud," Cairo says, chuckling while reminiscing. "Poor old bastard never knew what hit him." Cairo shakes his head, while still laughing. Cairo takes a deep toke of the joint, then hands it back to the girl.
The girl takes a quick toke, before handing the joint back to Cairo. The young lady then kneels down in front of Cairo, Cairo barely notices as he takes another toke. The woman takes Cairo's manhood in her hand, exhales the pot smoke and wraps her ruby red lips around the head. Cairo's eyes immediately roll back into his other head. Cairo is thoroughly entranced as the girl works his Magic Johnson. Suddenly Cairo begins coughing, the smoke from the spliff overwhelming him as he became lost in the moment. Cairo quickly exhales to catch his breath.
The woman continues to suck Cairo's manhood faster and faster, causing Cairo to moan and his body to spasm. "Oh girl!" Cairo exclaims. "Now you're getting it girl. Oh God!" The girl suddenly stops. Cairo immediately opens his eyes and stares at her, a look of disappointment on his face like a little kid that dropped his ice cream cone. The woman zips Cairo's pants up, careful not to pinch his manhood.
"Oh baby come on, please don't stop!" Cairo exclaims in protest.
The girl stands up, smiles and licks her lips. "That's just a token of my gratitude for a wonderful evening so far," she says. "But I don't want you to blow your load again... not yet anyway." Cairo sighs and whimpers loudly as he takes another toke. He hesitates and looks into the girl's eyes, wondering "Should I?” before sighing and handing the joint back to the girl. She smiles and takes another hit.
Cairo maniacally nods his head up and down while pondering in deep thought, and then suddenly a stern expression comes across his face. Cairo exhales the smoke and clears his throat. Cairo says, "I know that tonight's little get together is some PR stunt/cancer fundraiser designed for the politicians and their soothsayers and apologists to look good while hitting up the lobbyists for kickbacks. There's just one thing I can't figure out: What the hell is a lovely, sweet, fun-loving, young lady like you doing with a group of cretins like them?" Cairo asks while gesturing toward the governor's mansion with his hand. Cairo stares at the girl with a quizzical look on his face while awaiting her reply.
The girl exhales and appears hesitant as she responds, not looking directly into Cairo's eyes. "I'm here with my father. He's a big fundraiser for the governor. He likes to show me off as the fresh young face of the party, you know, pretty, smart, ambitious... female." she says before sighing deeply. "The truth is that I'm really not very happy to be here, at least I wasn't until I met you, nor am I especially proud of the work that my father does. I'm kind of a rebel like you, Bobby." A gentle breeze blows through the trees, causing the young lady to shiver.
"Oh I'm sorry," says Cairo. "Here, take my jacket. You must be freezing." Cairo wraps the overcoat around the girl's shoulders. "It might be a little long on you, but at least it will keep you warm," Cairo says.
"Thank you so much. You're so sweet," the woman says before planting a kiss on Cairo's lips.
"Finally, after all that, I get a kiss," Cairo says with a smile. "Your lips are even softer up here than they are down there."
The girl laughs and takes a seat on the bench, gesturing for Cairo to join her. Cairo sits down next to her, leans in close to the girl and looks into her eyes. "Do you believe in enchantment at first sight?" Cairo asks with a hopeful tone in his voice.
"I don't feel enchanted. Do you feel enchanted?" she replies with a smile on her face, the very essence of her soul beaming radiantly. "Hey do you want to come with me?" she asks.
Cairo's eyes light up. "Honey I'd walk with you to hell and back, but where did you have in mind?" he asks.
The woman takes Cairo's hand in hers and stands up. "Come with me and I'll show you something very special. I know that you'll love it," she says.
"Ok that sounds cool. Let me just get rid of this," Cairo says as he flicks the remainder of the joint into the fountain. Cairo then offers to carry the woman's shoes and stockings for her like a true gentleman, she gratefully accepts his offer. Cairo discreetly sniffs them like a true pervert as he follows the girl's lead back to the governor's mansion. The smell of her shoes and stockings hits Cairo's groin like a fast drying cement, but he tries hot to let on, even as his manhood looms large.
The girl leads Cairo through the rear entrance of the mansion and up a seemingly endless spiral staircase. Cairo's inebriated state from the marijuana now plays quite the obstacle for his journey. Each step feels like a thousand miles for Cairo, yet Cairo follows closely behind the girl like a puppy dog following his master. Upon reaching the top of the stairwell, Cairo and the girl find themselves at one end of a long corridor.
"Ladies first," Cairo says. The girl leads Cairo down the corridor, past portraits of historical figures, expensive looking antiques and vintage furniture, until they reach the very last door at the opposite end of the corridor. The girl opens the door and gestures with her arms and hands like a showcase model on The Price Is Right.
"Here we are," she says. "This is the bedroom where Prescott Bush and his wife Dorothy conceived George H.W. Bush in 1923." The young lady takes her heels and stockings from Cairo's grasp, and walks over toward the lavish bathroom adjoined to the room.
"Oh really?" Cairo asks as he steps into the room and looks around. In addition to the historical significance of this room, Cairo is also taken aback by the modern motif of the room in contrast with the rest of the mansion. Nevertheless Cairo is thrilled to be alone in a bedroom with the girl of his dreams, though his cool exterior doesn't hint of his nervousness and excitement.
The woman calls out from the bathroom. "I'm gonna change into something a little more comfortable" she says. "Feel free to make yourself at home. Here dry yourself off." The woman tosses Cairo a towel from the bathroom.
"Oh sure thing, babe," Cairo replies. "That short black dress was fine by me, but if you want to get a little more comfortable that's cool with me," Cairo says with a sly grin on his face. Cairo sets his tuxedo jacket down on a chair and kicks off his shoes and socks onto the floor. Cairo whistles to himself as he undoes his tie and unbuttons his shirt and his vest before folding them neatly onto the chair. The girl emerges from the bathroom wearing a skimpy, black, silk negligee and black, nylon stockings.
The woman clears her throat; Cairo looks up in her direction. "Whoa!" Cairo says, shaking his head and smiling. "I mean... Damn!"
"You know, I forgot to mention this earlier, but I like your... cologne," she says, licking her lips. "It smells nice."
"Really?" Cairo replies. "Thank you. I like your... eyes. They are huge."
"Oh, do you like what you see, mister?" the woman asks innocently as she pushes up her cleavage with her hands. "I was carrying this little ensemble around in my handbag, in case I should meet any bachelor, pro wrestling, presidential candidates that should happen to be in attendance at tonight's function."
"I love it," Cairo replies without hesitation. "Let me just get these damn pants off," Cairo replies as he frantically struggles to remove his belt and unbutton his pants.
The woman laughs and says, "Why don't you let me take care of that?" The woman struts over to Cairo and kneels down in front of him. The woman unbuttons Cairo's pants and then pulls them off one leg at a time. She tosses them to the chair, never taking her eyes off Cairo. The woman rubs Cairo's chest and stomach with her hands, her hands so warm and soft to the touch. The woman looks up and stares into Cairo's eyes, a look of deep satisfaction now permeates Cairo's cool exterior. The woman stands up, walks behind Cairo and massages Cairo's neck and shoulders with her hands. "How am I doing, big boy?" she whispers seductively into his ear.
Cairo takes a deep breath and exhales. "That feels... incredible. You could do this for a living if the political thing doesn't work out."
"If you like that, get a load of this," she says. The girl pulls down the straps of her nightie and pulls out her massive bosoms. Then she turns Cairo around so that he's facing her. Cairo has a mile-wide grin on his face as he studies the woman's D-Cup. The blood rushes from Cairo's brain to his groin, forming a massive hard-on, as he fondles, twists, and squeezes her breasts. The girl moans and Cairo begins to suckle her tits like a newborn baby hungry for milk. After a few moments of this, Cairo pulls the girl close against his body while placing sloppy, passionate, wet kisses all over her breasts, neck and face. Endless erotic possibilities are now racing through Cairo's mind. Cairo calmly and alertly reaches into his wallet for a condom, then slides the rubber onto his Johnson while still lip-locked with the girl.
The girl slides her nightie down past her waist and legs and onto the floor, then jumps into Cairo's arms and wraps her legs tight around his waist. Cairo walks over to the bed and slams the girl onto the mattress, not unlike the way he would slam an opponent in a championship title bout. Cairo sticks his head in the woman's crotch and poaches the reveries of her lilting snatch, taking in all of her feminine juices like a good manservant.
Cairo thoroughly and passionately satisfies the woman's feminine needs downstairs for the better part of an hour, her screaming throughout loud enough to wake dead men. Eventually Cairo decides to shift gears a bit. Cairo begins to relentlessly plow the woman's fertile soil, the spastic, up-and-down motion of their bodies appearing to wage a fearsome battle like ships in the South Pacific during World War II. The woman wraps her legs tighter and tighter around Cairo's waist as he fucks her harder and harder, her fingernails digging deep into his back. From the hounds of Baskerville to the hounds of Hell, none of them howl louder then her.
Cairo is locked into a zone as he grinds his pelvis and his manhood harder and faster in her snatch, working at a furious pace like a demon possessed. Nothing will stop Cairo in his mission; nothing can tear him away from this ecstasy. Together their bodies continue to grind, up and down, faster and harder, for what feels like an eternity until finally they give into the passion. Cairo lets out a roar and the woman wails like a banshee as their pleasures collide, together they cum louder than a thunderclap. Wave after wave of pleasure rushes from their loins and pulses throughout their bodies, until finally their two bodies collapse as one into a pile on the mattress. Neither Cairo nor the woman speaks nor moves their sweat-soaked bodies for nearly ten minutes, instead content to take deep breaths and regain their respective bearings. Finally, Cairo pulls himself to a seated position; the woman rests her head in his lap.
Cairo takes a deep breath and exhales. "Care for a nip of rum, my dear?" he asks. "You and the Captain make it happen." The woman looks up at Cairo and smiles. "We made it happen alright," she says. Cairo kisses the woman on her lips and then stands up and walks over to the chair. Cairo picks up his jacket and pulls a pint-sized bottle of Captain Morgan from the inner pocket. "I was saving this for a special occasion and I do believe this qualifies," he says.
"You think I'm special?" the woman asks. "That's so sweet. Now give me a nip of that rum before I strangle you!"
Cairo appeases the young lady's demands and together they proceed to demolish the helpless bottle of spiced liquid refreshment while strewn about on the bed.
"You know something?" the woman asks with a noticeable slur in her speech. "You're a hell of a guy, Bobby. I've been looking for a guy like you. Where have you been all this time?" The girl knocks on Cairo's head as if it were a door. "Hello?" she asks. "Where have you been? Is anybody home?"
Cairo busts out laughing. "I've been here fucking your brains out," he says. "Where have you been?"
The girl takes a minute to think about it and then smiles. "That's right," she says. "You've been here fucking my brains out."
"Speaking of which," Cairo says, "do you mind if I massage your buttocks with my groin?"
"Oh no," she says, "you're not getting into the ass. I'm drunk but I'm not that drunk. I'm afraid that I have to put my foot down on that issue. Speaking of which," the girl says as she raises her stocking-clad foot to Cairo's face. "I saw you sniffing them earlier, so why not get a proper whiff?" The woman pulls her stockings off and slings them over Cairo's head, leaving them dangling in front of his face.
Cairo inhales deeply and is quickly hard again. "You saw me, huh?" Cairo asks with a smile. "I guess I can't sneak anything past you."
"You can't sneak anything past me," she replies "but you can stick something inside of me. Come here and get some more of the good stuff, baby." The girl rips the stockings from Cairo's head and tosses them aside. Then she grabs Cairo's head with both hands and shoves his face into her heaving bosom. Cairo once again feasts on the woman's perfectly round melons. The woman wraps her legs around Cairo's waist and in no uncertain terms instructs Cairo to plow her like the fields Elysium.
After another extensive roll in the hay, and the boundless passion that ensued, both Cairo and the woman are now thoroughly spent. Cairo lies on his back with his head on a pillow, while the woman lies with her head on Cairo's chest and her arms and legs draped across his body.
"I have to admit, girl," Cairo says, "it's been one hell of a night. I didn't expect anything like this when I decided to crash the governor's little shindig." Cairo takes a deep breath and slowly exhales. "I just hope that I can count on your vote," Cairo adds with a smirk.
"You can count on more than that, Mr. President," the woman says with a seductive tone in her voice, ala Marilyn Monroe. The woman sits up in the bed and places her feet in Cairo's lap. She strokes his package with her toes until he gets hard, then she slyly wraps all ten of her ruby red toes around Cairo's manhood. Cairo gets his "oh face" on as the woman pumps his Johnson with her feet and brings him to the heights of passion one more time. Cairo holds out for as long as he can before finally exploding all over her toes. "Ohhhhhh..." Cairo exclaims as his body spasms on the mattress. The woman wipes her feet off on the blanket, picks up her crumpled black nightie from the floor and walks into the bathroom. After a few minutes the woman emerges from the bathroom wearing her sleeveless gown, holding her heels and handbag in hand. She whistles to get the now barely conscious Cairo's attention. Cairo opens his eyes and looks up at the woman. "Going somewhere, madam?" Cairo inquires.
"I'm sorry to cut our evening short, babe" she replies, "but I really must be going. I'm sure my father is worried sick about me. Or maybe not... he's probably too busy cutting deals with lobbyists and campaign donors to even notice that I'm gone. Either way I'm going to go pester him for some shopping money." Cairo nods in understanding. The woman walks over to where Cairo is seated on the bed, and the two of them share a deep, wet, passionate kiss.
"I'll tell you what," the woman says, "I'll take the heels and you can keep the stockings, big boy." The woman winks at Cairo, then slips her heels onto her dainty feet. She picks up her stockings from the bed and struts seductively over to the chair, slipping her stockings into Cairo's jacket pocket. Cairo smiles and then slumps onto the bed, his mind and load having been thoroughly blown by this young woman and the events transpired. Cairo drifts away to sleep while the woman slips out the door.
After a few minutes Cairo begins tossing and turning in his sleep before awaking in a cold sweat. "I never got her name or number!" Cairo exclaims. "Hey baby, baby, are you still here?!" Cairo checks the bathroom and finds no trace of the woman, then he opens the bedroom door and scans the corridor, but fails to detect any sign of her presence. Cairo quickly gets dressed and runs down the hallway and the endless spiral staircase. Finally, Cairo reaches the dining hall and spends a frantic few minutes searching among the hundreds of guests in pursuit of his mystery girl. Cairo asks around but to no avail. None of the guests seem to recall a woman matching her description.
Failing to turn up any leads in the dining hall, Cairo runs out to the parking lot. Cairo thoroughly scours the lot, filled with dozens of parked cars, but finds only mosquitoes, moths, and drunken louts. Desperate, Cairo runs toward the fountain where he first spotted the girl in the hope that she will have returned to her favorite spot. Nope, nothing. Cairo is at his wit's end as he scours every nook and cranny of the compound, both inside and outside the mansion, desperate to find his lost lover. After circling the mansion, Cairo eventually collapses on the front steps, tired, confused and lonely. It's as if his mystery girl was but a ghost or perhaps a figment of his imagination?
"Make sure that your faculties are in order," Cairo tells himself. "Make sure that you're not running on empty." Was Cairo's entire romantic rendezvous with that beautiful woman all some crazy, wacky tobacky dream, a drug-induced fantasy? Cairo reaches into his jacket pocket and feels that soft, smooth, nylon touch. Those stockings certainly aren't a figment of his imagination, nor is the perfume or the scent of the woman's juices that lingers in Cairo's nostrils.
The crushing reality sets into Cairo's mind that he had the woman of his dreams and he let her slip out the door without so much as a phone number. As Cairo sulks in his despair, a small bird warbles on the path in front of him. The bird looks happy and at peace, Cairo is envious. Cairo's grief, combined with the marijuana smoke in his brain and the rum in his veins, are now taking their toll on Cairo. Suddenly Cairo's entire world seems like a cloud of smoke and he's coughing to exhale. Cairo stumbles to stand like a drunken crackpot with a dour expression on his face, as he descends into the darkness of night, the cacophony of strangers' laughter in the background serving as the soundtrack of his demise.
