She's invited me over to help put together her Lionel
Pennsylvania Flyer train set and we're sitting on the floor of
her living room and while we're sitting there we're talking and
laughing and drinking cold beer from long necked Budweiser
bottles.
"What's this?" I say.
Her ass is aimed toward me as she connects pieces of track for
the train to ride on and when I ask my question she moves her
head and says:
"That's a crude oil pump."
I say:
"A crude oil pump?"
She says:
"You've probably seen the full size ones. The pump moves
up and down. It's got a smooth bobbing action just like
the real thing."
I say:
"Sure I've seen them."
I haven't.
It feels like we're standing on the platform heading to
Humpsville.
She's used this train assembling thing to get my butt over to her
house and I'm thinking that she figures we'll eventually be
f-cking.
Jeez. Maybe I don't want to engage in intercourse.
Maybe I just want to get the Pennsylvania Flyer train set
working and then maybe once it's working we'll laugh and shake
hands and you'll make me soup and a sandwich and we'll tell
ghost stories while your Pennsylvania Flyer chugs 'round the
tracks.
With her tight, jean wearing ass aimed squarely at me she says:
"I really appreciate your help, Norm."
I say:
"What's this thing?"
She turns her head and says:
"That's a true to scale industrial smoke stack. Smoke
really comes out of it and it's got working aircraft warning
lights at the top. Turn it on."
"Turn it on?" I say.
"Turn it on," she says then smiling.
I say:
"Really puts out a lot of smoke."
She says:
"God I've wanted this for a long time."
When she says God I've wanted this for
a long time she stands and unlatches her jeans, pulls down the
zipper and when her pants are resting at her ankles she kicks them off.
While I'm holding the true-to-life industrial miniature smoke stack
I say:
"What are you doing?"
"Don't talk," she says then walking to the ultra thin wall mounted CD
player (with powered sliding glass doors).
"Are you playing a CD?" I say.
"Do you like Fiona Apple?" she says then pushing the miniature smoke
stack from my hands. She positions herself on all fours above the
train tracks and above the quarter scale town complete with working
crude oil pump, ice-cream parlor and United States Post Office.
She says:
"Come on Norm."
The miniature lifelike smoke stack is lying on its side just below her
snatch and the red aircraft warning lights are blinking and smoke is
coming out of the stack and it's wafting up to her vagina and it's kinda
lingering around her pubic hairs (looking like low lying fog one would
see in a meadow or field in the early morning hours) and as I'm watching
she says:
"Come on Norm."
There's not gonna be ghost stories and sandwiches or soup even.
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