Summer is on its way out the door.
To get in one last walk before the leaves are gone and there’s a distinct chill to the air, my dog and I took off for the park. While we were there we sat down on a bench and watched the ducks being fed by the pond. Along comes a mother with her two young children, a preschooler boy and an infant in a stroller. They were strolling along and the boy was dropping pieces of bread in his path and the ducks were happily grabbing them as fast as they were given. Then the bread ran out…
The boy was still being followed by the relentless ducks. Without bread he must have felt threatened. Or cornered. Or just simply tired of entertaining them.
He picks up a handful of rocks and begins tossing them at the ducks’ heads. The mother told him to stop, but she was preoccupied with the baby who was crying. The boy continued to use the ducks as target practice with bigger rocks, and then came the kicking.
Suddenly, a loud squawking sound was heard and the boy stopped and frowned. From where I sat the ooey, blue/purplish wetness could be seen splattered on his head. He started screaming, “A bird pooped on my head.”
No, I didn’t laugh, but I wonder where I can get one of those karma pooping birds?
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“But your dressed the part. That’s a plus.” He skimmed his gaze over her, stopping at her aching breasts and staying even longer at the apex of her thighs before he lifted his curious gaze back to hers.
“These old things?” She tugged at the jeans and gave the toe of her polished boot a kick across the planks of the porch. “I just had this laying around in my closet.”
“I doubt that’s true, but I’m not complaining. I always love when a woman wears her thoughts on her T-shirt. What does this one say?”
She slipped off her flannel and tied it at her waist, showing off the tank she wore underneath. “Free hugs. Can’t beat ‘em.”
“I’d take the offering, but I have a feeling I might want to hear what you have to say first.”
“This might take a while, cowboy. Do you invite girls into your home?”
“Safety first. Can you be trusted?” He lifted a teasing brow.
“Honestly, it depends on the boy. One as sexy as you I might just misbehave.”
He pulled open the screen door and motioned her in. “Then by all means.” His smile was trophy-worthy.
She had one foot over the threshold when he caught her by the shoulder, stopping her in her tracks. He leaned in, bringing his wide chest so close to her nipples that his heat was like a magnet, making the buds swell and throb. His spicy scent swirled around her nostrils, teasing her, intoxicating her. Would he kiss her? Oh how she hoped he would.
He plucked something from her hair and held it out for her view. “A piece of straw. You’re turning into a country girl.” He laughed, causing her libido to stir like a witch’s brew.
“I’ve been called far worse, trust me.” She continued into the foyer where the AC was cranked up. The cool air made her nipples tighten. She must not have worn a thick enough bra because his interested gaze settled on her breasts and she swore she saw “Can I lick” written on his irises. She’d almost be willing to pull her shirt off, right here and now, just to have his hands on her.
He pulled his eyes to her face and she saw his jaw tighten.
She took a step back, then turned on her heel, standing in the doorway to the living room and taking in the décor. Bare white walls. A dark leather couch, matching chair, and a beige area rug that covered the polished wooden floor. The curtains on the large window were open to allow the sliver of light remaining in the day to flow in. It was nice, but functional.
“I see you shop at Bachelors-R-Us,” she teased.
He laughed. “I own half the stock.”
She scrolled to the fireplace where the only touch of personality was in a row of framed pictures. The first one was of five teen boys, all disheveled haired, thin bodies and smiles, some showing off braces. They looked so similar they had to be brothers.
“My brothers.” He must have read her mind. “Back when we were kids.”
“The similarity is unmistakable.” She found him standing in the middle of the room, deep dimples bracketing that gorgeous smile.
“Know which is me?”
She scanned the young men in the reflection and pointed to the one on the end. His hair was long, touching his ears and he wasn’t wearing a shirt. He certainly had grown and widened in many areas. She smiled at the thought.
“Very good,” he said.
The next picture was of an older couple. Roman had the man’s facial features and the woman’s eyes. “This your mom and dad?”
“Have you told them they have a daughter-in-law?” She laughed.
“They’re both gone.”
She shot him an apologetic look over her shoulder, her throat constricting at her error. “I’m sorry, Roman.”
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