Message-ID: <40524asstr$1043021403@assm.asstr-mirror.org> Return-Path: From: kellis X-Original-Message-ID: MIME-Version: 1.0 X-ASSTR-Original-Date: Sun, 19 Jan 2003 14:41:17 -0500 (EST) Subject: {ASSM} Do It {Esmonde Catlett} (MF odd-perspective) Date: Sun, 19 Jan 2003 19:10:03 -0500 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, hecate Do It a Story by Esmonde Catlett Edited by kellis@dhp.com "Boring," thought Little Tina, sticking her tongue out at the world. She sat on the front porch steps and stared at the rain, at the gray sky, the gray street, and the gray house across the street. They'd been in the new house for two days. Boxes still filled every room. "Gray skies and boxes," she said softly while wrinkling her nose. "Yuck!" After watching the rain form a small gray river on her street, she went inside. Mommy was unpacking the kitchen. "Oh Tina," Mommy said. "Please play outside; I keep stepping on you." Dad grumbled from the TV room, "Where is that cable? Why doesn't this plug fit? It used to fit. It fit in the old house." "I think it's time to take a break," said Mommy, studying him from the doorway. His eyes sparkled as he looked up. "You do?" He grinned in a fierce way that Tina had seen before but never understood. "How about a little house-warming?" Mommy looked over her shoulder at Tina. "Stay on the porch for a while, will you, dear?" She went on into the TV room, already pushing down her jeans. Dad was shoving his down also. Tina turned away. They did this often, always after first ordering her out of the room. Sometimes she stayed to watch a while, peeking around the door. Dad would get between Mommy's legs and pound up and down or back and forth, for no good reason that Tina could see, until Dad and sometimes Mommy made little screams. Tina thought the whole procedure strange. At least it didn't seem to hurt them, judging from their faces afterwards. This time she returned to the porch and sat at the top of the steps. "Boring," she concluded again. Watching as the raindrops fell, she stuck her tiny pink sneaker out past the safety of the roof. Drip, drip, drip. In no time at all the shoe was wet. "Get out of those wet clothes!" Mommy always said. Pulling her foot back, she reached down and slipped the shoe off. She thrust her other foot out into the rain, much farther this time. Drop, drop, drop. Soon the shoe, sock, and whole leg of her pants were wet. Again she pulled her foot back and slipped off shoe and sock. Getting to her feet, she took one giant step out from under the roof. The runoff from the eaves fell on her head and soaked down to her toes. So off came her shirt. Off came her soggy blue pants. Off came everything. The rain was cool on her smooth skin. She whirled around with her arms extended, laughing for the freedom of it. She skipped down the sidewalk and stepped on the soggy grass. The river in the street crept into the yard. She touched the muddy water with her big toe. Dad made a little scream behind her in the TV room. END -- 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 | +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+