On
the west side of Downshire is Eastchapel, a quiet medieval village living in
the shadow of its noisy neighbour, the Industrial powerhouse of Northchapel and
its where Mike Oliver and his
fuck buddy local vet Sue Mazzone
lived.
They had been to a
Halloween dinner at the Golf Club and were taking a shortcut home across the
ninth fairway when Sue said
“I need a pee”
“We’re almost home”
Mike pointed out
“I know, I thought I
could wait, but I can’t”
“No problem” he said
“You go ahead, and I’ll catch up with you” Sue said
“I won’t be long” she suggested
“No, it’s alright I’ll
stand guard” he offered
After a moment or two, there was the unmistakable sound of a full
bladder being emptied onto autumn leaves.
“Do you need a hand
drying your whiskers?” he asked
“Like you could get me
dry” she said as she emerged from the trees and giggled and then she kissed him
“You only want to get
amongst my whiskers so you can get me wetter and skewer me up against a tree or
bend me across the bench”
“No, I think I’d rather take you home to bed” he said
“I was hoping you’d say that” Sue said smugly and kissed him again
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