What emergency?
He winks at me and grins. Your episode of boredom.
And what do you plan on doing about my boredom?
Watch and see.
He steps around the pit of smoke and fire, sets his Pulaski tool on the ground, rolls a bare palm down the chiseled center of his chest, and says to my mind, Wait for it…Just wait for it. Things are getting hot between us now. With both hands he undoes the top buttons on his city-regulated trousers, the next two down, and he shows off a triangularly-shaped patch of pubic hair and releases a man-hose from between his legs. It’s eight inches soft and almost two inches thick. Do you think you know what to do with it?
I tilt my head to the right, taking in his d**k’s mass. It’s veined, cut, and causes an eruption between my own legs. You’re not talking to a roo
