“Over two thousand degrees.”
“Seriously.”
“Yes, so don’t forget, everything is hot, and if something falls, let it fall. If you get the urge to grab something and you’re not sure, assume it’s hot and use the protective equipment.”
“Everything’s hot. Got it.”
“Alright, so we grab a blow pipe and gather up some of the liquid glass, or batch.”
She reaches it in and pulls out some molten orange glass. Some of it drips into a water bucket on the floor, but she turns the blow pipe and it kind of melds back together.
I watch in awe as she pulls and blows the glass into the shape of a heart.
She makes it look easy.
“Now it’s your turn.” She hands me a blow pipe with a smile.
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“And then I put your surprise in the annealer. That’s where all the hot stuff goes to cool down slowly. Otherwise, the glass might crack.”
“I can’t wait to see it.” I already know that it’s a glass heart, but I’m not sure what color he decided on. Everything was bright orange while he was working with it.
“I can’t wait to give it to you.”
“So, did you enjoy it enough to go back again?” Part of me hopes he says no because, damn, it was hot in there, and I was so worried he was going to hurt himself that I couldn’t sit still.
Until Shelia’s husband Don came in with a bottle of tequila, and then I relaxed a little. I still needed to be alert in case there was a fire.
“I’d love to do it again!” he shouts, and I laugh.
“It was pretty obvious you enjoyed yourself.”
“It was awesome.”
“Good, because I purchased six lessons.” They weren’t cheap either, but Shelia is the best in the area. She mostly makes show pieces, but to help off-set the cost of her art, she gives private lessons.
“Really?” He reaches over the center console and grabs my hand. “I can’t tell you how much it means to me that you listen and care about what I like.”
I quickly glance his way, and his eyes are shining. “Of course I do. You’re my boy, and I want to make sure you’re happy.”
“Are you happy? Like, with me?”
He sounds so insecure, and I want to reassure him, but this is still so new and I’m not sure how.
“Making you happy makes me happy.”
He nods and continues to ramble adorably the whole way back to my place.
As soon as we get inside, he’s got me pinned to the door, and his mouth crashes into mine.
“Thank you.” He gives me a sultry grin and slides down to his knees. “That was the best gift.” He pulls my dick out, and soon I’m lost in the warm wet heat of his perfect mouth.
If this is the thanks I get for some private lessons, it’s totally worth the money.
It’s ass o’clock in the morning when my phone rings.
