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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