Romance

“But still.” “It’s a different business, and if we have to I’ll sub-contract that type of work out to any number of shops that can do it. So if we had say, a thousand tee off blocks to do. Yeah, we’ll sub it out. Even if I just make two bucks a block, it’s just a phone call away.” “So if we’re getting a hundred bucks a piece for the bench carvings, how much is he getting for them?” “I don’t care,” I said, “we’re good with the hundred bucks right?” “I guess.” “You can’t over think this.” “What if someone came in and handed you a piece and said, make me a copy. How would we do it?” “Ah, it’s called a pantograph. We have one right over there,” I pointed to the rarely …

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Snap. “Aaugh!” It broke. She fell. “Fuuuck!” she screamed. “No!” I rushed forward. It was too late. Caitlyn was hanging upside down, firmly attached, by the shoelace loop of her left boot. Her arms hung down, her fingertips were all of maybe an inch off the ground. Her right leg was bent at the knee, hanging by its own weight. I collapsed in laughter. She reminded me of a Tarot card. The Hanging Man. She twisted, flexed, bent up, reached, bent up again, twisted again and tried to raise herself again, all to no avail. The sad thing was that had I not been there, Caitlyn would have been in a life threatening situation. Unless she could raise herself up and unhook that boot, she was food for the vultures. I doubted that anyone could …

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“Well, that’s a pretty small bunk below. Might be a tight fit for two, but as long as it’s for a good cause, I’m willing.” She was actually more than willing. The solution we found was to spend most of the night swapping places on top of each other, with occasional variations and naps. I woke up with that glorious bare body sprawled across me and strawberry blond hair tickling my nose. After laying there thinking and feeling for a few minutes, I ran my free hand over the long, smooth curves of her back, hip and thigh a few times. She stirred and looked up at me, smiling. “Good morning, handsome.” “Morning, beautiful.” “You make a lumpy mattress.” “Well, you make a lumpy blanket.” My hand captured one of her more interesting lumps. “Not …

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