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Subject: {ASSM} Blown (MF, oral, weather) Gary Jordan (flash - 269 words)
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"There went the carport," he shouted over the hurricane's howl and
the  sounds of splintering wood, rending metal. He looked down into
his bride's  fearful eyes and trembling lips.
 
They should have evacuated; would have, if the storm had struck
*after*  payday, or the credit cards were less close to maxed out. As
it was, they'd  pretty much emptied their account just buying the
rolls of duct tape that  criss-crossed the jalousied windows of their
rented one-bedroom capehart  duplex. Maybe they could have begged
shelter from their neighbors before they  left to whatever haven
they'd gone to.
 
So he stood at the small bathroom window and watched their
neighborhood  get blown away. The bathroom window, because the
bathroom walls contained the  most pipes, shared with a kitchen wall,
and because if the roof fell, the  washer and dryer afforded some
protection from being crushed. 
 
But the roof wouldn't fall, they realized, listening to the sound  of
shingles and plywood being ripped from nails. The sound of
shattering  glass nearby let them know that duct tape was not  true
hurricane-proofing.
 
And then his bride was tugging at his belt buckle, sliding his
zipper  down. "What are you doing?" he yelled above the shriek of the
wind.
 
"Taking my mind off the storm," she'd hollered back, fishing his
cock  out of his pants and into her mouth.
 
Incredible, he thought. My first hurricane. And my first time
being...  the aptness made him laugh, and when he shared his
thoughts, she laughed with  him, before she returned to his cock.
That laughter warmed them both through  the long day and night ahead.
 
 
 
Gary Jordan
"Old submariners never die, but they have  their ups and downs."
"This communicating of a man's self to  his friend works two contrary 
effects, for it redoubleth joys, and cutteth  griefs in half." - Francis Bacon, 
Essays 
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