Message-ID: <36894asstr$1024636206@assm.asstr-mirror.org> Return-Path: X-Original-Path: not-for-mail From: "Father Ignatius" X-Original-Message-ID: NNTP-Posting-Date: 18 Jun 2002 19:03:08 GMT X-MimeOLE: Produced By Microsoft MimeOLE V6.00.2600.0000 X-ASSTR-Original-Date: Tue, 18 Jun 2002 21:02:16 +0200 X-Original-Subject: {ASSM}(rom fest) "Construction Workers" (MF rom) by Father Ignatius Subject: {ASSM} [rom fest] "Construction Workers" (MF rom) by Father Ignatius Date: Fri, 21 Jun 2002 01:10:06 -0400 Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail Approved: Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Archived-At: X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation X-Story-Submission: X-Moderator-ID: dennyw, RuiJorge "Construction Workers" (MF rom) Father Ignatius (C) 2002 A Summer Solstice Rom Festival Flash Challenge entry ----- "Were I in a better frame of mind, I'd care," said Tanya, staring across the street. She clamped the telephone between ear and shoulder as she finished the dishes. "The dust from the construction across the street has ruined my garden this year. But at least it's summer, so the payoff is lots of men working in small bits of clothing under the hot sun. If they didn't annoy me so much, I might be able just to watch and enjoy. But at this point, it's a pain just having them there." Michelle chuckled at the other end of the line. "Rule No. 1. When a man is pissing you off, find a use for him. Haven't you got any chores need doing? Anything heavy over there that you need lifted?" "Apart from me? Actually, I'm trying to figure out how to look like a brick." "A brick?" "Yeah. I'm checking out these bricklayers. These boys look like they have plenty of upper body strength." "Maybe they get thirsty?" suggested Michelle. "I just bet they do. One of them could decide he couldn't stand it any more." "Yep. He'd stand up, and stretch, with his big arms out, with the sun behind him." "And he'd let himself through the gate, and come shambling up my dusty path in his big, heavy construction boots." "With his overalls stripped down to his waist, and the arms tied in a belt." "All sunburned. And knock on the door, asking for juice." "And you'd say, 'After the way you guys have wrecked my garden, you're going to have to work for it.'" "'Come in,'" I'd say, pulling him in by the overalls. "Admiring his six-pack and pecs." "Sure, honey. Without those, he don't get in the gate." "And then what?" "And then I tell him just what kind of juice and he makes love to me, with a certain casual brutality." "What if he didn't satisfy you?" "I send him back outside to round up assistance." "It sounds like you're feeling better already." "Oh, I am, I am. Pity I'm married, huh?" "Yeah. Great pity." "Speaking of which reminds me, I gotta go cook the man his supper now. 'Bye." "Bye, honey. Hit the garden next year." -- Pursuant to the Berne Convention, this work is copyright with all rights reserved by its author unless explicitly indicated. +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+ | alt.sex.stories.moderated ----- send stories to: | | FAQ: Moderator: | +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+ |Discuss this story and others in alt.sex.stories.d, look for subject {ASSD}| |Archive at Hosted by | +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+