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From: BronwenSM <bronwensm@mypanties.ntlworld.com>
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Subject: {ASSM} RV/RP  {CURMUDGEON FEST} Keeping Him Happy (FM, no sex, cuck) by BronwenSM
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Date: Fri, 29 Oct 2004 15:10:04 -0400
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This story was written for Denny. I've been finding it hard to write
lately, and I'm afraid it shows. But this story is a gift to a dear
friend, and they say it's the thought that counts. All I can say to
Denny is, "hang on to that thought."  It's prubly a lot better than
the story. <g>

I posted this a few hours ago in haste, because I was late for the
festival, and it was riddled with typos. Hence the repost.

Oh, and it does have some adult content that might be disapproved of
in some locations, so if you've any doubts about it, don't read any
further.

                                Keeping Him Happy
 
                               by BronwenSM, (C) 2004
                                 (FM, no sex, cuck)

                                       ----{---{-- @ 


"I've had a lousy day. Those bloody young brown-nosers and their
fucking presentations. I've got technology up the wazoo... And now
they want me to go on some sort of pansy bonding thing. What those
little arseholes think we're going to get out of playing Boy Scouts I
can't imagine. Well, they're not getting *me* bloody bungee jumping.
They'll have my prostate hanging by a thread."

"Bad day, darling?"

"Hrrrr. What's for dinner? Anything to drink?"

"Nothing and yes."

"No dinner? Oh, ferchrissakes. I could have stopped off if I'd known."

"*Well*, if you'd had your *phone* with you ..."

"Bloody phones. Total waste of time. Did perfectly well without them
before. All those kids with 'em permanently stuck to their stupid
faces'll look bloody silly when they get brain tumours. Anyway, *why*
isn't there any dinner? You'd think with all I've got to do you could
at least bloody feed me, woman. "

"Because I was busy getting my brains fucked out."

There is a long silence. 

Then in a totally different tone he says, "What did you say?"

"I said I didn't make any dinner because I was too busy getting my
brains fucked out."

"But you said you weren't going to do that again."

"Well, I changed my mind."

"Did you get it on DVD?"

"Naturally. *You* might not like technology, but I *love* it. Almost
as much as I love repairmen."

They kiss. And finally he smiles. She smiles back.

"I *thought* that might cheer you up, you old grouch. Why don't you
come and sit down over here in front of the TV? I've bought some
single malt. And I've got a little bit of grass somewhere."

                                         ----{---{-- @ 



(If replying by email, just remove my panties to get thru!)

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