I’msuddenly aware of how hard my nipples are.Ithad better be due to the chill in the spring evening air, not with how much of a turn-on this woman’s sass and drive are.
Shethrusts her hands in her overall pockets. “Andyou’re not going to have long to get to know her because you’re going to get cleaned up and out of here quicker than you can say ‘new suit.’”
Shestomps off across the enclosure to gather up my things.
AndI’vediscovered there is apparently one person whose instructionsPollyfollows.
* * *
I’mnaked inPolly’shouse.
Inthe shower and this pale blue tub, where she no doubt stands naked every day.
Mydick hardens at the thought of that round pert butt and those perky breasts standing exactly whereIam with trickles of water flowing over them.
Mymind rewinds to a few minutes ago when she looked up at me, expecting me to drop my mouth to hers.Icould have kissed her.Shewould have let me.AndIcan’t shake that possibility out of my head.
Butan entanglement with a woman is the last thingIwant at the best of times.Andan entanglement with the ringleader of a protest against me would be messier than a shit fight in a cesspit.
FarbetterIstick with the womenGeorgedisapproves of.Muchmore convenient.
Andanyway, getting my hands dirty working at the ground level on this project has got me all fired up and energetic again.Ijust need to do more of this.It’smore fulfilling than any relationship could ever be.
Iturn the temperature to cold for a second and shock my body into behaving itself before shuddering and turning off the icy stream.
Ireach around the shower curtain, grab a giant fluffy pink towel, and step out of the retro tub into the retro bathroom.Apale blue sink and pale blue toilet match the tub.Thewalls are half tiled in white squares topped with a row of black, and the floor is a black and white checkerboard.Isthis the 1960s?Tomatch the bus?
Man, it’s good to be clean.Actingunbothered by all the dirt was hard work.AndIdon’t ever want to be peed on by a goat again.Orany living creature for that matter.
Lordknows howPollyand her mom are getting on with the impossible task of cleaning up my clothes.Gloriainsisted it was worth them trying, and it was allIcould do to convince her not to take my underwear as well as everything else.
Butthe pair of boxers sitting at my feet on the bathroom floor look likeIgot caught short after a bad buffet.There’sno wayI’mputting those damp, muddy things back on my freshly scrubbed body.
Theonly alternative item of clothing is the bathrobeGloria’slent me that’s hanging on the bathroom door.It’spink.Withgreen cartoon goats all over it.Ofcourse it is.Andit’s the size of an average woman.Nota six-foot man who goes to the gym six days a week.SevenifIhave the time.
Thankfullythe sleeves are wide, soIcan get it over my arms, but they barely reach my elbows.Itwraps around me with an overlap of only about six inches and ends just above my knees.I’mgoing to have to be careful here.Sittingwould probably not be the best idea.
AndifIlook atPollyfor too long, there’ll be more than my knees on display.
Themirror over the sink revealsIam exactly the spectacleIfeel like.Ipush back my wet hair.Imean, you might have to wear a woman’s goat-patterned bathrobe, but it doesn’t mean you have to have bad hair.
Ifold up my underwear, damp side in, and shove them in the pocket.
AsIopen the bathroom door,Gloria’svoice carries up the stairs from the kitchen. “Couldyou wring out this shirt?Idon’t think my hands can manage it today.”
“Youshould have tossed it in the washer,”Pollysnaps.
“Idread to think what that would do to this fine fabric,”Gloriasays.
“Thenyou shouldn’t have bothered at all.I’vegot plenty of big oldT-shirts he could wear instead.”
Thethought of wearing an item ofPolly’sclothing is more appealing thanIwould have imagined.Enoughto make me disappointed they’ve washed my shirt.
“Therewas goat pee on it,Polly.Goatpee,”Gloriasays. “Youcan’t send that man home with goat pee on his shirt.”
“Thatmanis going to destroy my shop,”Pollywhisper-shouts. “Andalmost everything onMainStreet.Youshouldn’t care which variety of pee he has on his shirt.”
Thespark that burns inside her is hot as hell.Andmakes me smile.
