Mary startles me as she walks
into the room. She's a looker,
by God, that one. And smart,
too. She'll have a Bachelor
of something someday. I turn.
I have traded pert breasts for
a plump ass, two children, an
oven full of scones. Mary is
taking my firstborn. I like her.
I offer her a scone. We speak
of the ins and outs of baking.
I ask her, How much do you know?
6 comments:
Holy hell, you are on a roll (no pun intended, even though scones aren't really rolls...)
Thanks, Clayton. I'm hoping to have new material to read in December.
I love this, I truly mean that!
"I have traded pert breasts for
a plump ass"
I love the way this ends.
Thanks for sharing.
Thanks, Liza!
love the tone and wording. a little rivalry at work here?
Goodness! I hope not!
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