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    She’s Unresponsive Because Your Irresponsible – (Chapter: One- I’ve Been Watching Her)

    Story written on July 14, 2007 by GirlTrash.
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    Story Shortlink: https://mail.assertive-maroon-jellyfish.104-250-143-187.cpanel.site/?p=15214
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    Success is getting what you want. Happiness is wanting what you get.

    “Um… Yeah. I was wondering if you could give me a hand with this gate-“ She paused, gesturing with a subtle jerk of her chin in the direction of her side gate, “I am trying to fix the hinges so it doesn’t stick so much, but I can’t quite get it. I noticed you were pretty good with carpentry…” She let the statement peter off, her eyes glancing to my deck as she waited for me to fill in the silence.

    “Sure. I’d love to!” Okay, I will be the first to admit my response was a bit too much on the eager side, but in my defense, she was in a jean mini skirt and a bikini top. If you would have seen her, you would have been excited too.

    Looking a bit taken aback the brunette grinned, giving a small nod, “Really? Wow, thanks.” I could have melted on the spot, but thankfully my brain has some kind of control over my knees.

    “It’s no problem. I’ll just grab some tools and meet you around at the gate.” I needed more than just tools. I needed a second to regroup. It was now or never to get this ball rolling, so the next few minutes could be crucial. Don’t fuck up. My head ordered my mouth in a stern tone. God, the chance of me not screwing up were narrowing by the second.

    “Alright, sounds good.” She nodded, turning around and heading over towards the gate, picking up miscellaneous things and putting them away as she went. Unable to resist I let my eyes wander to her rear end, giving a guilty smile as I did so. Nice, very nice.

    Turning around I moved into my garage, picking up a few tools as I went. The breather was much needed and gave me a chance to gather up my courage. If I played my cards right, this could be the best thing to happen to me all summer. I’ve seen enough X-rated films with well hung carpenters and sultry housewives cloaked in silk robes to imagine where this could be going. Taking a glance in a mirror to fix my hair and check my teeth, I then set out, walking around the front of the house and making my way over to the gate where she stood waiting.

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