drabble drabble.
So my FBF (fake boyfriend — long story) Peter is pretending to host a contest. It’s not exactly a real contest though because he isn’t giving anyone a prize. (Virtuals DO NOT count Peter. Do you think a virtual tiger* could ever compete with a real tiger**?)
But because he was so nice and offered to pretend to be my fake boyfriend when I was brainstorming ways I would never have to be a victim of dry humping ever again (I guess that story wasn’t as long as I thought…) I agreed to play along with this little “contest” of his***.
So here goes.
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She had her routines. Morning train, power walk to work. Put in eight hours. Power walk to the station, evening train. Five days a week.
At home that night, the navy blue leather snuggled her during her standard relaxation routine. Start at 40… then 42… 45… 65… 80… Nothing.
He sensed her stress and need to unwind. It happened every Thursday, when the weekend schedule started. After this long, he had picked up on the nuances of her breathing.
He offered to help, reaching out his hand.
Reluctantly and appreciatively, she succumbed to love.
And handed him the remote control.
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*Foreshadowing
**Or even a stuffed tiger?
***Canadians never do anything right.
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She sounds AWESOME.
Thanks for playing, fgf! Love it.
Wait… what did you say about Canadians???
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Love it! I hate being in charge of the remote… I either don’t typically watch enough TV to care, or I’m doing something else (reading, interneting, making out – ok, I wish that part were true…) while the TV is just background noise.
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Yessssssss. I am so excited for TIGER WEEK!!!!!!
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She gave the remote to a guy? Really???
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