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                             Flowers
                       by Uther Pendragon
                    nogardneprethu@gmail.com


         LEV 15:24  And if any man lie 
         with her at all, and her 
         flowers be upon him, he shall 
         be unclean seven days; and all 
         the bed whereon he lieth shall 
         be unclean.
         

"But your heating pad doesn't love you."

"I just feel all messy and miserable."

"Isn't the warmth from my hand more comforting than the heating 
pad, Trish?  Now just close your eyes and let me rub your belly."

"Mmmm.  That does feel better, Barry.  But I warn you.  You're 
not going to get anything out of this."

"I'm getting something out of it right now, just not that.  And 
I'll get a wife who finds me useful once a month."

"You're useful more often than that.  I like having you around."

"Let's see if we can maintain that preference."

"What are you doing?"

"Well, any lubrication that you are producing right now is being 
absorbed, so we need something artificial."

"I hate to tell you but that's not my belly."

"Okay, I won't rub here.  'Rub' implies more vigorous activity 
that is really appropriate, anyway."

"I don't know.  I've seen you be pretty vigorous just about 
there."

"Just about."

"Mmmm.  You are being gentle, and I do love that; but you're 
still not getting anything.  I'm a mess, down there."

"Well, you're not a mess up here.  How about a kiss?"

 . . . 

"Oh, Barry.  Oh.  Aaah!"

"I love you.  I always will."

 . . . 

"Now, I have to go change the Tampax." 

"Go on.  Aren't I better than your heating pad?"

"Yes.  Much better."

"Well, when you come back, we can see how I compare to an 
electric blanket."


The end
Flowers
Uther Pendragon
nogardneprethu@gmail.com
2004/04/21
2010/07/31

Thanks to Neneh for editing this. 

Another all-dialogue story:
eeben.txt "Ebenezer"

The index to all my stories in this format is:
index.txt