I Met A Mistress In The Making
A young, attractive woman moved in across the street not long ago and I thought "A Good neighbor would offer his services."
Wait, that didn't come out quite right. What I meant was, a good neighbor would offer to help with things around the house to help her become more comfortable.
You know, adjusting furniture, screwing in new light bulbs to replace any burnt out ones...at least those were the things on my mind as I said hello and offered to service her if she needed anything. I'm a really Good neighbor.
She asked how I was with power tools and I assured her I was intimately familiar with any and all such devices.
And so it began...I spent an hour or so here and there helping out where I could. Occasionally we pulled all-nighters. I enjoyed her company and she enjoyed mine.
Finally, all of the tasks she asked of me were complete. I looked about at my handiwork. I was so caught up in my efforts I hadn't noticed I had constructed some rather curious devices and contraptions. I asked myself, "what could these things be used for?...I wonder what she does for a living?"
My neighbor asked if I'd like to insure all of my creations were strong and sturdy. "Of course!", I said. I mean, I couldn't exactly walk away now and leave her with shoddy work. We must insure all is sturdy and strong.
As she strapped me into my first creation she asked, "Are you hungry?...after all your efforts surely you must have an appetite for something?" I wondered, "what am I hungry for?...and seeing the bowl of apples across the room I said "an apple would be great".
She smiled at me as she retrieved an apple...as she placed it firmly in my mouth I found myself thinking again..."What is it again you do for a living?"
to be continued...
Wait, that didn't come out quite right. What I meant was, a good neighbor would offer to help with things around the house to help her become more comfortable.
You know, adjusting furniture, screwing in new light bulbs to replace any burnt out ones...at least those were the things on my mind as I said hello and offered to service her if she needed anything. I'm a really Good neighbor.
She asked how I was with power tools and I assured her I was intimately familiar with any and all such devices.
And so it began...I spent an hour or so here and there helping out where I could. Occasionally we pulled all-nighters. I enjoyed her company and she enjoyed mine.
Finally, all of the tasks she asked of me were complete. I looked about at my handiwork. I was so caught up in my efforts I hadn't noticed I had constructed some rather curious devices and contraptions. I asked myself, "what could these things be used for?...I wonder what she does for a living?"
My neighbor asked if I'd like to insure all of my creations were strong and sturdy. "Of course!", I said. I mean, I couldn't exactly walk away now and leave her with shoddy work. We must insure all is sturdy and strong.
As she strapped me into my first creation she asked, "Are you hungry?...after all your efforts surely you must have an appetite for something?" I wondered, "what am I hungry for?...and seeing the bowl of apples across the room I said "an apple would be great".
She smiled at me as she retrieved an apple...as she placed it firmly in my mouth I found myself thinking again..."What is it again you do for a living?"
to be continued...
By:
TrueSpoken
Age:
41-45
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Male
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