The church going slut

Posted: August 19, 2010 in Uncategorized
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Tom Byers was a real prick. His wife wasn’t as bad, as the wives of real pricks usually are, self-effacing, invariably with a “please-forgive-him-he-is-a-teddy-bear-really” look about them, a little lipstick smudge on a front tooth and an over-developed interest in irises or some other shit flower like that.  So Maudie tried to avoid him and it proved impossible, She  would ignore him while she told her about the garden and the trip to North Carolina or some other inconsequential state like that. He would utter some biting criticism or another :  the dog was a bastard, her irises were turning to weed, she was the only one not to see it, those teens were driving too fast what was Maudie  going to do about that before some poor bastard got killed or worse got to be in a wheelchair and I’m developing this website and she can add her ministry to it if she wanted to  and she would glance at his hands: they were immense! Massive hands with thick fingers. Nothing beefy, just plain big, thick. She is  in heat all of a sudden and that’s when she gets it: she is there next to him because of his hands, nothing else. When he shuts up, she has those awesome enormous hands, when he is talking, her mind drifts to the thought of those  hands  on her body and she hears nothing, sees nothing. Those hands are the masters of her existence and no one is messing with her. She made sure she sat close enough to shake his hand during mass and god that was awesome, if only they were not attached to that piece of shit of a man, So Maudie found herself coming to the early mass just so she  could shake hands with Tom Byers right under his wife’s dreamy eyes and she never felt one iota of guilt because he didn’t know and the dreamy wife didn’t know and nobody knew except that for her.  This is pretty much like when you become aroused sitting at your desk in the office. nobody will know this, nobody picks up on it and you are fine.  Really fine. She knew that things were going to resolve themselves. sooner or later, and they did: Maudie’s  crush on his hands waned like any other Summer fling, except it had been Winter time.

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