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TEASE

(c) 1996 Jordan Shelbourne; please do not archive without
explicit permission -- send requests and comments to jordan@u36.com
[This one's another short one.]


Man's got to find his amusement where he can.

I recall one time, me and the fellers were out in the east
forty, stuking bales of hay, terrible work that, all hot and sweaty
with the bits of hay sticking to our bodies, all of us bare-chested
and heavy gloves to protect our fingers from the twine.  You ride the
trailer right behind the tractor, and when the wind's the wrong way,
you get nothing but the stink of diesel.

We had to pass the time of day in some manner, when Teddy Riordan -- of
the Lions Head Riordans -- Teddy said, "So what's your dream woman?"
This was directed at me, me being the only one there not yet hitched
up either by convention or the preacher.  

Now, Teddy's a talker.  Bale, talk, bale, talk.  A job takes longer when
it's Teddy doing it.  If you want to do the job right, you got to get
a rhythm going, and talking ruins that.

I waited a bit before answering; six bales, to be precise, one stuke.
"Clever," I told him.  "Clever with her mind, with her tongue, with her
hands.  Good with words, like.  Good heart."

He sniggered at that.  "Good with her tongue, eh?  Good with her hands?"

I could see honesty and depth was no good with Teddy; his mind was
nestled in the gutter like a sparrow in an eavestrough.

"Ayup," I told him.  "I won't take a woman unless she can make me come
with just her mouth."

He missed a beat at that, had to grab again at the twine on the bale he
was lifting.

"Rich full lips," I said. "You know that slipperiness that a woman's lips get
when they've been wrapped around your cock?  It's unique, you know.
Softer, different than if she's been kissing any other part of you."

Teddy grunted once and shifted position as if his jeans weren't setting
quite right. "But what would she look like?  Eyes or hair or titties?"

"Hair color doesn't matter.  You take Mary Coleman, with that thick
brown hair to her waist. Looking down at that brown hair and feeling her
naked nipples brushing against my legs as she gobbles my peter is just
as fine as, say, Faye Martin's blonde hair."  Faye was a girl that Teddy
had eyes for.

"You've never--" Teddy began, though he knew I'd dated Mary.

"Didn't say I had, Teddy.  And if I had, I wouldn't tell you for
certain, because a gentleman doesn't tell."  I let it go for another
ten minutes, while Teddy watched me careful-like.  Then I said, "You
ever notice how Faye's nipples are sort of off-center, gives her a kind
of cross-eyed appearance when she stands there topless?"

"You never!" he shouted, and worked furiously without saying anything
for the rest of the day.  We got done an hour sooner than I expected.

Ayup.  Like I told Faye that night, man's got to find his amusement
where he can.


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[More of Jordan Shelbourne's stories can be found at
http://www.u36.com/jordan/]
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