floyd
Sometimes you just feel good. Sometimes great.
It doesn't hit often, so when Lucy felt in the mood to party, even though a private one at that; she chose to do it up nicely. The move to the new house had started two days ago and was now complete. Will was off on a sleepover with his buds, their brains in a frenzy over the latest X-box game. Alone in this charming older house, which she could now call her's, with only half the unpacking done; she stopped for the night. The evening called for a celebration.
A '....wow, look what I've done, aren't I all that!' party.
Lucy dressed out, dressed up and congratulated herself on goals accomplished and dreams fullfilled. Not finding one single friend or even a married friend buddy available on this rainy autumn night, she didn't let that stop her. She planned her own party for one for the night. When the lights blinked out she simply lit candles and moved her elegant dinner to the low coffee table in front of the fireplace. Lighting flashed and Lucy smiled. Nothing seemed to stop her fabulous attitude.
She was happy and the storm wouldn'tt dampen that.
A steak dinner with her favorite wine. This would be fun. She used Will's CD player to add the mood music. Frank's greatest hits would be perfect, she thought, dropping that CD in and punching play. Scanning her new living room, she heard the knock at the front door but stood admiring the charming scene she'd created. On the second knock she twirled and headed into the foyer, satisfied with the idea of a perfect evening ahead of her. Now she only needed to start a small fire in the fireplace for that one last bit of atmosphere.
Lucy opened the door to her new house and presented a pretty picture. In her short black dress she leaned casually against the door frame. She looked ready for a grand evening out or a very romantic evening in.
"Sorry, to bother you, Ma'am.....but we need to check ...your house ....the power lines..."
Floyd seemed confused and lost as he drug his eyes down this woman's sexy little outfit. Where the short hem line stopped, silky black stockings took over down to a pair of high heeled black 'fuck me' pumps. She was short but the legs seemed to go on forever.
It was early enough in the evening to see fairly well and he liked what he saw. The sky was clouding up again yet even in the dusky light he could tell she was cute. Really cute.
"Oh. Sorry." He jerked his eyes back to attention and to her pretty face. "You're on your way out. Well, I can be fast........ But the power outage... you see.." The man in the power company work shirt stood there with a clipboard in his hand, oblivious to the fact that tiny rain drops were starting to fall.
"You can?" Lucy's red lips turned up at the corners, playfully. She twirled a red-gold curl around one finger. Her hair was up piled on her head but several strands were escaping.
The wind ruffling them.
"Ma am?" The toothpick in the man's mouth wiggled in surprise.
"Be fast?" She laughed and realized how silly she sounded. "I'm sorry, I'm goofy tonight. I was attempting a little joke."
"Oh." He paused taking off his working man's power company cap. He stuck it under his arm and raking his hand through his black hair, he grinned. The toothpick stayed put, expertly as his dimples popped out.
"I see. Funny. That was funny."
Lucy blinked. She wondered when the power company had upgraded workers from average Joe to Cary Grant standards. 'Shit!' She thought. 'He's gorgeous. How can that be? '
Thunder rumbled in the distance and the wind picked up.
"Uh. Hmmmm... So what? You need to what? I'm sorry." She tried not to stare.
"OH. Well, the lines to your house...well the lightning... about an hour ago... I'm Floyd, by the way. Let me start over."
He appeared to straighten up and get back to business. "I'm Floyd Thomas. Obviously with the power company and you see the lines ......." He stepped back and pointed indirectly towards several poles on the edge of the street. "Your power's out? The rest of the block is back on. I should see if your whole system's blown ...............but if you're leaving......"
"Oh. No. I'm not going anywhere." Lucy stepped back. "Come in please. Yes I want my power back on. The downstairs box? Is that what you need?"
He came in and the wind slammed the door shut behind him. Slammed into darkness they were standing very close to each other.
It hit the small redhead that she did not know this stranger. Five minutes ago she didn't know he existed. Now they were inches apart and she was thinking about how tall he was. Very tall. She thought if she could see better she might be staring directly into the name, 'Floyd',
embroidered on his work shirt in blue. Both listened to each other breathe, and lord help her, Lucy felt like there were sparks humming and jumping in the air around them.
'Power man indeed.' She thought, stepping back and turning to retreat into the living room.
Floyd swallowed and followed.
Her bottom swaying in front of him and as she reached the candle lit room ahead, he got a better look at said bottom. The weather had turned cooler as the storm had come in, so it surprised him to feel himself breaking into a sweat. The lady of the house pointed towards the kitchen and onward towards the basement door, talking nervously the entire time.
For the life of him he couldn't remember what she'd said once the door had slammed behind him. Something about moving and this being a new house.
"There." She smiled and pointed, untying the apron she'd had around her waist. It was tiny. The apron and the waist.
She was slim and petite. The hair seemed almost too much for her, he thought. The color was striking and he thought he'd never seen a shade that pretty. She glanced up and smiled. No, it was just right, he decided. The hair, the dress and the entire picture was just right.
"Lucy." She said. "I'm Lucy. I'm sorry, I didn't introduce myself either. Lucy Mayfield."
He caught the scent of her perfume.
He smelled her.
"Nice to meet you." He said softly, turned and headed down the stairs, almost at a run. 'Go, Floyd.' he told himself.
'Go quickly and get this fixed and get the hell out of here.' He knew if he didn't he might not be responsible for the safety of little Ms. Lucy Mayfield. She was a doll. He wanted to eat her up. And not fast. No not fast at all.
Lucy watched the man going down the stairs. She backed away and leaned against the wall, fanning herself. What a cute bottom. Long and lanky. And his eyes. "Whoa." She said quietly. "Looking nice, Floyd. Nice.'
What was wrong with her? A repair man? She felt like one of those Penthouse people that write into the magazine. She giggled at her own thoughts and shook her head.
She returned to the living room to eat her meal. And to drink.
She poured herself another glass of wine, vaguely hearing the sounds coming from the basement over Sinatra's smooth voice and the rain outside. By the time she'd finished the glass of wine, she realized she'd only taken two bites of her meal. Leaning forward to cut into her steak again, Lucy gave a start as she caught sight of her power man standing in the doorway to the kitchen.
He was wiping his hands on what looked like a rag and had a dirt smudge on one check.
"I need to go get my tools and then it should just take a few more minutes." He said curtly.
Lucy shook her head as if she agreed, never breaking eye contact with him.
"Eating alone?" He asked, his dark eyebrows lifted.
She nodded.
"Not good. Drinking alone?" He gestured towards the bottle.
Lucy nodded. She didn't trust herself to speak.
"Not good." He smiled. It was a killer. That's what it was. The smile. He did look like a regular Joe until he smiled. Then Rock Hudson popped out.
She felt lucky her mouth didn't pop open and a piece of steak drop out.
"Shall I explain?" His voice was so low she almost didn't catch it.
'You do that.' She thought to herself. 'You explain, big boy.'
**
end of part one
27 August 2004 00:41 EDT | Posted by sass104 floyd's all wet.
"You're blown." He said, the smile lingering.
"Excuse me?" Lucy pushed her meal backwards on the little coffee table and stood up.
She brushed her skirt down and glanced back at this man. He was looking downward at her feet, then pulling his eyes up, he hesitated slightly at the cleveage peeking out of the low cut dress.
"Excuse me?" She cleared her throat.
"All your circuits." He blinked. "All blown. I have some new fuses in the van and some wiring. It's a miracle the thing didn't cause a fire. Why did you take off your shoes? One wire is burned in half.... but the rest....fine. I'll just go get what I need." He pointed towards the door and finished wiping his hands.
"What did you say?" Lucy felt she had misunderstood him.
"Your circuits..."
"No. About the shoes?"
Floyd took off his hat and flung that and the towel in a chair by the wall. Starting towards the hall, he grinned as he passed her.
"Your shoes. I liked them." His voice was deep and low as she could have sworn he leaned in towards her ear as he passed. She frowned and looked at her stockinged toes. She wiggled them.
"Wait!" Lucy turned and went after him. "This is an old house....and well, I just moved in. Do you think we should be fiddling with the electricity and wires and..."
He pulled to a stop.
She ran into his back, she was following so closly. She tettered backwards and would have fallen if he hadn't reached out and grabbed her. On her tip toes, swaying, his hands holding onto her forearms, she thought he actually pulled her closer.
Up against the Floyd emblem.
"Oops...err.." She realized how stupid she sounded.
"But, I'm good." He said. "The best. Don't worry ............You OK?"
Balanced, she unpried his hands from her arms. "It's just..."
"Just what? I'll have you up and running in no time. You can enjoy your little 'alone' party." He was almost sneering but with a tiny smile on his face she could tell he was joking.
"Look, I was celebrating moving into the house."
"OK." The repair man opened the front door to a wild wind.
"Celebrating alone." She peeked around his tall form.
"OK."
Actually celebrating the fact I bought this house....ON MY own...alone."
"OK."
"You'd better hurry. That storm isn't waiting."
"OK." He said and hurried out the door.
Lucy watched him go. She went back into the living room and started the fire in the fireplace. Or tried.
She heard the front door swing wide and looked backwards towards the hall doorway. Floyd appeared with his tools. He was soaked. At least his shirt and his hair were soaked. He shook like a dog and set his tool box down.
The sight of Lucy, leaning over at the fireplace made him shiver more. He pulled the wet shirt off, leaving only a grey under shirt on. He shook his head and raked his fingers through his wet hair.
Her bottom was sticking upwards, pointing straight at him. The look she gave him, casually looking over her shoulder, seemed inviting. But how was he to know? Was this little woman feeling the same as he was? She licked her lips and frowned.
****
end of part two
28 August 2004 23:44 EDT | Posted by sass104 floyd's hungry
'OK, now, I can't take much more.' Floyd thought to himself. He was wet, shivering from more than the chilly rain and sporting a huge woody, full throttle by this stage.
"I can't do this." Lucy said pitifully.
"Where's your husband?" Floyd asked suddenly.
"Hopefully, no where near here." Lucy stood up and Floyd's face fell a bit.
"I'm divorced." Lucy explained quickly.
"Oh. So where's your date? You weren't serious about being alone tonight."
"Of course I am. But can you...?" She paused and stepped towards him. "The fire. And your shirt. Here give me that." She reached for the wet garment. "I'll.....well I can't put it in the dryer. I'll hang it by the fire if we can get one started. And why wouldn't I be serious?"
Standing beside him, taking the shirt from his hand, Floyd knew he was in serious trouble as she looked up at him, her blue eyes wide, innocent and cute.
"Because you're gorgeous." It jumped out of his mouth before he knew it.
She blushed and looked away, backing up.
"Sure." She laughed. "Right, right, right. And where is Mrs. Power Company?"
"No where near." He said.
He cleared his throat. "Divorced as well. Actually I'm new to this neighborhood as well." He proceeded to tell her he'd only recently moved to town and taken an older house on the lake, just like this house Lucy had bought. "I thought I'd come home, move back to the country so to speak. I'm not just a power company worker bee, see. I write..."
"And I read." Lucy smiled at him. "Wow. Small world."
He grinned sheepishly. "No, well...I'm trying to be a writer.."
"And working for the power company..?" She pulled a chair around close to the fireplace and drapped his shirt on the back.
"Gotta eat. Until the great American novel is finished. Something I've always done well. Electrical work. My dad had a business here in town for years and I learned most of it there. R.D. Electrical. You may have heard of it."
"No." Lucy admitted. "I'm not from here originally. My husband grew up here and well after the divorce I stayed. I felt my son needed some security. No big changes."
"So, your son is here?" He asked and raked his wet hair back with one hand.
"Wrong again. He's at a sleep-over."
Floyd couldn't help a small grin. "OK, so now that that's established." He shook his head as if to come to attention.
"I'll start that fire and I do hope you realize, I'm not going anywhere soon. It's flooding out there. Happens with downpours like this around the lake."
Lucy went to the window and studied the water rushing along the road in the front of the house.
"Oh! That was fast. We'll be alright won't we? And you can get the power fixed, right?"
She jumped when his voice sounded over her right shoulder.
"Oh, we'll be just fine." He touched her shoulder lightly.
Lucy closed her eyes. The tiny spot he touched felt hot. This man had far too much masculine magnetism for comfort. He was sexy. Just downright hot. She was shocked she felt so much so quickly.
"Look." She twirled around to him.
His chest in the tee-shirt, a bit damp and a bit too close. He didn't move back nor step away from her.
"I don't know if this is appropriate."
She whispered it. As if the wind had been knocked out of her.
"What is?" He had a mouth made for kissing. She stared at his bottom lip. His beard looked way past five o'clock. Some men that were dark with black hair had that thing. The stubble that was dark and even after shaving started showing an early shadow. His nose was big but somehow fit his face nicely. Lucy let her eyes sweep up to his. They were black. Dark brown chocolate and drinking her in as if he wanted her. Badly.
They were warm, they were inviting.
Frank sang on somewhere in the background and if asked, Lucy couldn't possibly have named the song title.
His hand came up and still damp he let his thumb trace her top lip. Not appropriately at all.
He had the other hand dug deep in his pants pocket. Casually and with a familiarity that wasn't his to claim, he rubbed her lip back and forth.
Her tongue came out on it's own free will and licking her lip, she tasted his thumb as well.
Eyes locked, Lucy let that taste of him and his scent sweep over her. The guy smell. That mixed with the fresh rain.
His nostrils flared as he took a deep breath.
He pulled his other hand out and pushed her hair back on one side, studying it as he did. He tucked it behind one delicate ear. Her hair was soft. Her skin was stunning. She seemed golden and glowing in the dusk and the candle light. And she smelled like heaven.
A mix of peaches and a soft flowery scent.
"I'm hungry." He said in his deep raspy voice.
"Oh." Softly, the tiny remark eased out of Lucy's open mouth.
That was all she could manage.
He was taking her by surprise. The entire evening was turning into a strange event for her. It was gettin' wacky. In her mind she knew she should be offering the man some food to eat, yet she stood frozen, in front of him. Her brought his hand down to her chin and held it as he lowered his mouth towards hers. He kissed her. If it could be called a kiss. His lips came down to touch hers, but instead of plowing ahead he rested them there, withdrew and then came back. He nibbled, his lips playing with hers as he talked.
Softly, barely loud enough for Lucy to hear, he talked.
"I want to taste you." He said and she sucked in her breath with another tiny, "Oh!"
"And, not fast by any means." He nibbled and pecked a kiss or two, "No, I want to take it very slow, starting with your lips, and then your mouth...and then..." Floyd bent lower and let his lips wander down her neck his hand on her waist coming upward. Lucy found her hands coming up onto his shoulders and one hand trailed along to the wet hair at the back of his neck. Her eyes closed. She wrapped a strand of hair around one finger.
She felt his beard rubbing against the tender skin at the top of her dress.
"I want to taste every inch of you, sweetheart."
His hand ran lightly across the front of her dress heading towards the top button. It passed over one nipple on it's way and Lucy felt a shock wave run through her body, straight down to her 'do-dah' and back again.
"WHOA!" The redhead's eyes flew open. Her hands bulked into fists. She pushed him back roughly. Stepping away from Floyd and the window she gasped at him wide-eyed.
"Shit!" she said and straightened her dress. "Good lord!" Lucy tried to clear her brain.
He stood and stared back as if he was just seeing her. He seemed just as surprised.
Standing taller, he ran the hand through the hair again and cleared his throat.
"Shall I light that fire?" He asked with a confused look on his face.
"That would be redundant." Lucy replied and took a step backwards........
*****
end of part four
12 April 2005 22:52 EDT | Posted by sass104 just for ms.cat.......
She needed to think.
Hard to do with this hunk standing a few inches away, watching her.
"Look, I'll see what's to eat in the kitchen. No power,... remember? ...for another steak,... but I do have another baked potato and some salad......"
She trailed off and moved into the kitchen.
Floyd smiled and began working on that fire.
He really hadn't meant to jump her like that. He had been carried away. But for some reason all this seemed promising. He thought Ms. Lucy was scruptious.
"She wants me." He said to himself and the fresh fire, as he fanned it to a steady build.
His grin was one of complete confidence.
"Yeah, .....she wants me."
****
Floyd ate. He felt better.
He supposed it was time to go "fix" the power now, but he was enjoying the wine and the woman. She made him laugh and was proving to be interesting company.
"You did not!" She said smirking.
"Did, too. And it wasn't easy, let me tell you." He laughed. "Hiding that fact from the football team."
" You haven't got a talented bone in your body. At least for something like that." Lucy felt sure about this.
"I'll prove it." He jumped to his feet and stood over Lucy. He reached down for her hands and pulled her up.
In classic Fred Astaire style he took her in his arms and began dancing with her in front of the fire. Floyd had told Lucy that he had taken ballet in his younger years. His sister had owned the local ballet school and had forced him to, because there always seemed a need for a male partner.
He wrapped one long arm around her and holding her close, proceeded to dance like an expert.
Better than Lucy herself could dance. She followed as best she could and allowed it. At this point she thought she just might let this man get away with anything. But she was smart. Smart enough to know that this man was a rogue and a charmer. She knew how to play these sorts.
At least she thought she did until about 5:25 earlier this evening.
Until the wine had gone to her head.
Until these arms wrapped around her.
"Er, Mr.Th....Floyd...I..."
"Hush." He said. "Let's not worry, debate or talk things through. Don't over-anaylze and don't ruin the moment. For God's sake, woman..." He pulled back and she looked up at him in the light from the fireplace and the candles.
"Let's be what we are. A man and a woman. Attracted to each other."
Lucy blinked.
She realized she barely knew him and what she was doing was idiotic.
She stared at his eyes and soaked in both the sound of Frank and the sight, smell and feel of Floyd.
"......Those fingers in my hair
That sly come hither stare
That strips my conscience bare
It's witchcraft.
And I've got no defense for it,
The heat is too intense for it.
What good would common sense for it do?"
'I give, Frank.' She thought in her wine filled mind......' I give. I have no defense for it.'
She tucked her head into his chest. He was so tall, the top of her head didn't even reach to his shoulders. But she felt safe and secure and well handled.
She could trust him couldn't she?
"....Cause it's witchcraft,
Wicked witchcraft,
And although I know it's strictly taboo
When you arouse the need in me,
My heart says yes indeed in me,
Proceed with what your leading me to..."
He kissed her then. One large hand came up and held the back of her head, cradled securely. No friendly little kiss as before. This was full of the fire and the fury. Lucy thought she had been kissed before. She had not. Not like this. He was such a good kisser. His tongue invaded her mouth with force and then settled down, playing with hers.
Back and forth, gently and wet. She lost herself in his kiss, melting into his mouth, meeting his passion with her own. A conversation with no words.
The communication was there, no denying it.
This kiss ended with Lucy flat her back on the sofa. Both of them with half their clothes on and half off. She came through this sex-space-time continuum and opened her eyes to this gorgeous man looming over her with his pants in the process of unzipping.
'Er, Luce! The utility man is about to ravish you.' She told herself. Time to stop this and slow down. No. Time to stop this.
"No, wait." She tried to sit up.
Floyd, power man that he was, stared at her and suddenly realized this might not be happening for them. It might be ending right here. The chance of a lifetime. The perfect sordid, magical, all out "hot-as-hell" night of sex. He couldn't take that. He wanted this woman.
'No, this IS going to happen.' Floyd decided for himself.
'God help me, but this is something I feel I have to do. Hope she feels the same later.'
Reaching up to the top of the sofa, his hand closed around one of the thin flexible wires he'd brought inside. Diving downward to Lucy and meeting her as she tried to struggle up, he pushed her back down.
His arms reaching around her back. His mouth to her ear.
"Stop, baby." He called on all the knowledge he'd learned about women. Being thirty-eight and an extremely good looking man, there was a lotta' knowledge.
"Listen to me, sugar. Listen. OK?" He asked, nice as pie.
"What? What?" She relaxed and enjoyed the feeling of his weight, his hardness pressing downwards on her. She had to admit she was hot for this guy.
"I have a feeling we are crazy about each other." He whispered in the sexiest voice she'd heard lately. "I have a feeling we are going to see alot of each other." He took an earlobe in between his teeth.
"Oh, well......"
"So you will?" He asked in her ear again.
His arms around her and his hands fumbling with hers.
"What?" Lucy groaned as he kneed her legs apart. "...what?"
He was rushing her. She knew that. This whole evening had been rushed. But that didn't mean it wasn't hot.
Yes, they did have a very strong attraction to each other, still she knew they should back off. Things like this never worked out well. People didn't actually jump each other on first sight. Except of course in Penthouse.
Floyd stood back up on his knees and stared down at her. God she was gorgeous.
Her dress was unbuttoned and both breasts were straining to topple over and out of the black lace bra. The very long legs were still stockinged and lead up to a garter belt with matching black lace panties peeking out. Her red hair was tossled and curled down around one breast. His eyes took all this in and he sucked in his breath.
Lucy realized suddenly that he had tied her hands behind her back. She struggled, stopped and frowned up at him.
"I don't think so." She growled, staring at his chest. His shirt was unbuttoned and she could see the line of black hair disappearing into his pants. Right at the spot where the unzipping had begun.
"Oh, yes." He grinned happily.
"Oh, no, Floyd." She knew it was time to panic. Alone in her house with this man she didn't know.
He brought his hands up and flipped one garter belt glasp open.
"I'm serious." She warned.
"I am too." He answered and pulled her panties down and off.
Then he played with her.
Paying no attention to her growls and wiggling attempts to escape, he pulled her breasts up, out and rubbed the tender nipples. Teased them back and forth under his rough thumbs. Lightly he drew them up and leaned in to lick one and then the other, until Lucy's protests grew weaker.
"Oh..............no............" She whispered with her eyes half closed. "This shouldn't......"
One hand ran downward and his long fingers dipped into her.
And she was damp, proving to him that even though she was saying no, her body was against her. Embarrased that she was so ready for this stranger, Lucy's eyes closed. His head on her chest, she bent her nose down and buried it into his black head of hair. It was so soft, tickling her nose, it smelling like Floyd.
And Floyd smelled good.
Damn good.
.....................
"This isn't right..........please stop." Lucy said softly.
"This isn't?" Floyd asked gently.
He dragged his long fingers out and upwards between her outstretched legs, watching himself and what he was doing at the same time. He took her tiny hard-as-a-rock muscle between his fingers and rubbed back and forth.
Lucy knew she'd lost.
It was all stardust from this point on. How could she fight this? The sound of the rain, the storm, and Sinatra. The candlelight and the fire. The wine and this man's long extremely dexterous fingers.
She might have had a chance, a slim chance, but some ......... if it hadn't been for his voice.
"This is right, Luce. You know it is. That's it baby."
He brought his lips up to hers and continued. "This is going to happen. Just give in to it, sweetie. Relax."
"Oh.........oh...my god." Lucy whispered.
"Do you want me?" Floyd's voice was deeper, rougher.
Did she moan? She didn't know.
"Say you do." He ordered in a tone that made Lucy know he was as aroused as she.
His fingers broke loose and suddenly he was above her. Lucy wanted to scream, as his fingers left her. Her eyes opened and she watched him unzip and pull himself out. His penis coming forward to touch her, lightly, teasing. Settling in this spot over her, nudging her soft entrance, Floyd raised his eyes up.
Eyeball to eyeball he held them both there.
"Say it baby. What do you want?" He brushed back and forth.
She groaned.
"Stop it."
"Stop what?" Floyd frowned as if he were completely mystified. "What's wrong? Is there something you want, baby? Tell me."
partsixandthejuicyending
"................Makes me stop just before I begin,
'Cause I've got you under my skin
Yes, I've got you under my skin."
"Oh,oh!" Lucy was trying to form words, but her thoughts weren't reaching her lips.
"Say yes, Luce." Floyd whispered softly nibbling at her lips.
"Yes." she sighed and knew it could easily turn to begging. Luckily she wasn't reduced to that. The power man drove forward and plunged into her.
The hardness, the strength and the energy of each thrust. 'Not called a power-man for nothin'.' flashed through Lucy's mind before she lost herself completely. She tried to met him and then just gave in and enjoyed every second of it.
At some point they both wound up on the floor in front of the fireplace. The lovely soft rug she had selected for the living room proved to be more than comfortable. Not that they were paying attention to such things.
Clinging to each other and struggling for gulps of air, Lucy noticed her hands were free. She wrapped her arms around this man's sweet neck and shivered.
"Are you cold?" he asked, concerned.
"No." Lucy mumbled sinking her nose in his shoulder.
Floyd pulled her to his chest and rolled over so this small woman was on top of him. He sighed and let his head fall back on the rug. The fire crackled and a deep laugh rumbled through his chest.
"What?" Lucy raised her head and looked down into his eyes. her curls brushing his bare chest.
"Remind me never to call on the power company when we need help."
"Shut up!" Lucy punched his shoulder but still couldn't hide her small smile. She rolled off of him and giggled.
"You go down, baby." Floyd sat up and leaned over her. He ran a hand through his hair, now wet and sweaty. "You go down fast! What a sweet little slut!"
"Shut up!" she blushed and hid her face.
He pulled her small hands down and stared at her pink checks. Still grinning from ear to ear, he waited. She was so cute and funny. He was a lucky man.
Lucy opened her eyes and yawned. "Where'd you get the shirt, Floyd?" She reached up and brushed his damp hair back on one side.
"Will and I. When we took all those old clothes to the Goodwill, ...the other day." he looked into the fire. "I quess I should go put the fuses back now, huh?"
Lucy stood up in the dark room with only the dying firelight glowing. She reached her hand downward to her husband.
"No way! Let's find our way to the bedroom in the dark."
He allowed himself to be pulled up. Standing and wrapping one hand around her waist he followed.
"Next time I want the French maid and the millionaire. I like being the millionaire." He yawned now.
Just as they reached the doorway into the hall he stopped her. "Oh wait." he said releasing her hand.
"What?" Lucy turned and watched him searching around in his bundle of clothes on the floor. Raising up he stuck something in his mouth and came back to his tiny wife.
He grabbed her waist and jerked her forward.
Grinning widely and clinching an object between his teeth, he said. "Toothpicks. Didn't know you were so hot for them baby."
the end
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