She was a single mother, found herself needing him more than ever. He was young and with his tool in his hand, he appeared as a god glistening in the morning sun coming through the window. He was going to take control and fix her needs, leave her satiated and content, at least for a while. Be gentle she muttered under her breath, looking away. Yes ma'am, these old toilets need a delicate touch or you end up with poo everywhere.
With his tip in his hand, clumsy at first he started in and out, in and out. Long ago he was declared el Maestro by all the young maidens of his village. But the years had passed, and his eyesight was not what it was. Pretty soon he had his flow down, "come here Mija, let me see." He tore into it, nobody was better at working a backside than el Maestro, even before he was finished, the girl was beaming, she knew she had found a real pro. You really know how to work a needle and thread, thank you Maestro for fixing my dress.
They were both sweaty and lusting for it. Come here, he said, he pulled her onto the blanket and told her to close her eyes. Do you trust me? Open your mouth, then he gently took his meat and touched it to her lips so she could pace how much she would take in. She found what she had engulfed was much bigger than she could ever swallow, he pulled it back. "I know you're hungry and we haven't eaten all day, but squirrel is gamey, you have to bite it in small pieces." She looked at him, thinking jerk, "who forgets the ice chest with the meat?"
He had promised to do it for a long time, now here he was. It was dark and clammy and the smell of fish was almost unbearable. But he was a man of his word. I'll just start rubbing it with a finger, see if that does anything. Sure enough rubbing seemed to do the trick until his wife came in and yelled disgusted at him "what are you doing?" Use gloves and a sponge to clean the aquarium, and maybe turn on a light. Why you working in the dark, Weirdo? Ugh, I'm a guy, "if I do it badly enough, I won't have to do it again... he muttered to no one in particular.
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