She was working this Saturday in her studio and thought that was an excellent idea for me to go out and pamper myself since I was of no use to her while she was fashioning some pieces of furniture for a new *****-owned bed and breakfast. Dressed in her usual working clothes of bib overall shorts sans any undergarments, she made it very difficult for me to think of anything but wanting to be with her. (PLEASE BETTE, HELP ME NOT TO HURT THIS WOMAN, I AM ASKING, I AM BEGGING, PLEASE GIVE ME STRENGTH).

You know babe, I can always get my nails done another day. You sure you dont want some help? I asked oh so coyly as I pulled up the material of my shorts revealing a bare naked thigh. I stuck out my leg like a hottie hitchhiker trying to stop traffic and I did manage to stop K in her tracks.

She smiled at me doing that thing she does with her eyebrows and walked toward me, wiping her hands on the butt cheeks of her pants. She grabbed my wrist and turned my palm up, pulling my hand to her face. Looking me in the eye and without flinching an inch she licked the inside of my palm, right on the scar I had given myself when I accidentally shot a nail through my hand in an attempt to help out one day. Now that ***** hurt when I did that, stuck to the table like Jesus nailed to the cross.

She smiled, closed her eyes and kissed my palm on the spot she had just licked. I swallowed hard, a lump in my throat – wasnt quite sure if it was a sign of remorse, fear, or desire – then actually breathed a little sigh of relief when she closed my palm, patted my hand and simply said, Uh, thanks for the offer, babe, but I think Ill go it alone tonight.

Then we both cracked up as we both had that ridiculous visual of me stapled to the table, mouth open to scream, not a sound coming out and K not knowing if she should laugh or call 9ll. It wasnt funny at the time but it is funny every single frickin time we think about it. And she was right, her studio was no place for me.