Sunday, October 7, 2007
me some jackoff No beatingaround the bush."Tomorrow. 4pm -Misty Valley FlowerShop. You knowit?"
I countedmy steps toher front door:forty-two. I countedthe seconds Istood staring atthe chipping whitewood around awindow peering intothe dull grayof a momentarilyabandoned household: ninety-eight.I looked aroundsuspiciously, for asecond believing someonewas having mefollowed, but allthat I sawwas the serenemorning buzz ofa suburban communitywith the occasionalhum of acar engine inthe distance. Twenty-oneseconds after theburst of paranoiaand no signsof life inthe apartment, Idecided to takea quick walkaround the outsideof the buildingbefore I left.There was agate to getinto the backyardarea and Ifigured it wouldmost likely belocked, but Idecided to pushanyway to seeif it wouldbudge.
"Mmm...I hopeso... " shemumbled, and fellasleep.
By thetime I wasdone with theitching, I wantedto explore morefully what aman was allabout, and whobetter than thisman who hadkept me warmthe last fewnights? The palmof my handran along thelength of itas I movedto lay myarm back onhis chest. Hisbody tensed fora moment thanrelaxed as heaccepted the sinfultouch of hisdaughter.
"He saidthat?"
"Mr. Razz,I'm sorry. She..."came over theintercom seconds beforea bright, ifwell-covered tornado, explodedinto the room.
***
"I don'tknow."
"I don'tthink I've everdone anything likethat before," Ethansaid. He wrinkledhis nose athis shirt, thenslung it overhis shoulder witha shrug. "Ihave, however, gaineda greater appreciationfor bathing suits."
And yet...
Becausehe claimed lackof money andtime, Simon hadmoved in withus about halfa year ago,when he cameto work inthe same departmentas a firefighterwith his brother.Rob thought hewas a riot,and I totallyrespected the brotherbond, but Simonjust had somethingabout him thattried my God-givenpatience. I couldn'tplace my fingeron it, butit was alwaysthere. He wasconstantly making littlesexual comments andinnuendos towards me,which to mysurprise didn't angerRob at all.It highly amusedhim, matter offact, and whetherI wanted toadmit it tomyself or not,I had beenthinking more thanjust friendly thoughtsabout Simon forthe past twomonths.
I pressedthe front ofmy shorts againstJill's ass cheek.Jill gasped, "Ohyeah, you're reallyhard aren't you?"
"Okay."
"Which oneis Governor's wife,Mrs Adams?" hebarked out staccatostyle in hisclipped language.
***
I countedmy steps toher front door:forty-two. I countedthe seconds Istood staring atthe chipping whitewood around awindow peering intothe dull grayof a momentarilyabandoned household: ninety-eight.I looked aroundsuspiciously, for asecond believing someonewas having mefollowed, but allthat I sawwas the serenemorning buzz ofa suburban communitywith the occasionalhum of acar engine inthe distance. Twenty-oneseconds after theburst of paranoiaand no signsof life inthe apartment, Idecided to takea quick walkaround the outsideof the buildingbefore I left.There was agate to getinto the backyardarea and Ifigured it wouldmost likely belocked, but Idecided to pushanyway to seeif it wouldbudge.
"Mmm...I hopeso... " shemumbled, and fellasleep.
By thetime I wasdone with theitching, I wantedto explore morefully what aman was allabout, and whobetter than thisman who hadkept me warmthe last fewnights? The palmof my handran along thelength of itas I movedto lay myarm back onhis chest. Hisbody tensed fora moment thanrelaxed as heaccepted the sinfultouch of hisdaughter.
"He saidthat?"
"Mr. Razz,I'm sorry. She..."came over theintercom seconds beforea bright, ifwell-covered tornado, explodedinto the room.
***
"I don'tknow."
"I don'tthink I've everdone anything likethat before," Ethansaid. He wrinkledhis nose athis shirt, thenslung it overhis shoulder witha shrug. "Ihave, however, gaineda greater appreciationfor bathing suits."
And yet...
Becausehe claimed lackof money andtime, Simon hadmoved in withus about halfa year ago,when he cameto work inthe same departmentas a firefighterwith his brother.Rob thought hewas a riot,and I totallyrespected the brotherbond, but Simonjust had somethingabout him thattried my God-givenpatience. I couldn'tplace my fingeron it, butit was alwaysthere. He wasconstantly making littlesexual comments andinnuendos towards me,which to mysurprise didn't angerRob at all.It highly amusedhim, matter offact, and whetherI wanted toadmit it tomyself or not,I had beenthinking more thanjust friendly thoughtsabout Simon forthe past twomonths.
I pressedthe front ofmy shorts againstJill's ass cheek.Jill gasped, "Ohyeah, you're reallyhard aren't you?"
"Okay."
"Which oneis Governor's wife,Mrs Adams?" hebarked out staccatostyle in hisclipped language.
***
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