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Friday, January 11, 2013

Snippets One Hundred Twenty-Six The Loss of Innocence


Snippets One Hundred Twenty-Six:  The Loss of Innocence

I got married on Saturday, January 5th, and just returned from our honeymoon.  We watched a lot heavy rain, fog banks, and lightning streaking through the clouds on the Gulf of Mexico this week.  I will be finishing this story.  He likes to read and I wrote.  This was usually late in the evenings.   Hugs.  Missed all of you.

Dean found a part-time job in town doing yard work for a businesswoman.  He mowed, trimmed the hedges, and weeded the gardens.   He was paid one hundred dollars a week to keep her yard looking as it should. 

        He had cleaned out the swimming pool the day before and was weeding the vegetable garden kept in a fenced in area beyond the back yard.  The back door opened and the screen door slammed shut.  Dean looked over the hedge that hid the garden from the remaining yard.  Mrs. Summers, the businesswoman, was home early.

        The teenager started to return to the job at hand when Mrs. Summers removed the white robe she was wearing.  Dean froze.  The woman wore a skimpy white bikini.  The young hunter was seldom around scantily clad women.  He swallowed hard and tried to remember the job he was supposed to be doing. 

        Dean worked diligently for the next fifteen minutes.  It grew quiet in the back yard and he felt the hairs rise on the back of his neck.  He knew he was being watched.  Suddenly, he turned and looked up into the brightest blue eyes he’d ever seen.  Mrs. Summers stood near the hedge and studied him.  Her eyes scanned the jeans he wore, the sleeveless t-shirt under the unbuttoned plaid shirt, and the sweat and grime that covered his skin.

        “You look like you could use a swim, Dean,” the silky voice commented.

        Dean swallowed hard.  “I don’t have a swimsuit, Mrs. Summers.”

        “You don’t need one.  You wouldn’t be wearing it very long any way.”

        Dean’s eyes widened and he was afraid to stand up.  He knew he had a boner.  He saw her eyes drift down towards his crotch and she smiled.

        “Come swim with me, Dean, and I’ll take care of that.”

        The younger Winchester smiled and said, “Yes, Ma’am.”

        Dean got paid for a full day’s work.

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