The Primal Scene

Lola Down
91 min readMar 19, 2024
MILF Meri in the Bubble Bath

Part I: Meet the Neighbors

“I intend on this occasion to close the discussion of the reality of the primal scene with a non liquet.”

– S. Freud

Good Fences Make Good Neighbors

It was one of those lovely summer days when you look out the window from your office and see everyone walking on the crowded street in t-shirts and miniskirts and you just wish it was the weekend and not Wednesday. I had walked to work in the morning and, though I knew it would be a scorcher walking home in my suit, I couldn’t wait to get out of the office. Finally five-o-clock arrived and I walked under the still blazing June sun back home, feeling the sweat soak the back of my shirt, but glad to be outside. It was like some sort of primitive instinct. We are sometimes more animal than human and this was one of those times that my body knew with greater intellect than my mind that we were not made to sit eight hours a day under florescent lights.

Walking up the street to home, I saw Lola sitting on the front stoop in her little blue Daisy Dukes and very loose-fitting tank top (no bra) talking with two young men. As I got closer, I could see (without hearing the words spoken, just from their body-language) that the two guys were simply making small-talk in order to keep looking down Lo’s shirt. I could also see that Lo was…

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