Foul Weather Buddies
Posted on: May 17, 2008Copyright © 2008 Sticky Pen
Stormy Weather brings out the Good Neighbor policy.For several years, Tim had lived next door to me. He was on the road a lot but I would see him nearly every weekend when he was working on his lawn, mowing in the summertime, raking leaves in the autumn, etc. He obviously enjoyed his back yard lawn work, and loved walking around it with drink in hand (“talking to the weeds” he described it). He went shirtless most of the time. He was well built with a hairy chest that covered some of the perkiest pecs ever on his wide shouldered frame. Tim had the genetic disposition to always have that great looking hunk of a Hercules-like body while the rest of us mere humans have to jog, do crunches, diet, and try to look like Tim, who did nothing at all to look as fantastic as he always did.Tim was divorced but his ex-wife was often around anyway and was there for overnight stays from time to time. And to add to that, he frequently had a live-in “dolly du jour” that shared his bed and did light housekeeping for him. The dolly changed often, and it seemed pointless to try to remember their names even though Tim would refer to them by name in his discussions. “Nikki…now let me see, was she the one with the really big tits?” And Tim would laugh and say, “Naw, Nikki was the one with ...
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