Photography by E.W. Faircloth

Bridgeville DE

E.W. Faircloth Photography

Email: wayne@faircloth.org

Bridgeville DE

The original post for picture(s) done on 2010-12-31 by E.W. Faircloth can be found at

https://faircloth.org/blog1/?p=3730

http://faircloth.org/blog1/?p=3730

http://faircloth.org/blog1/?p=3730

Tags: I see it this way!

He grasped me firmly but gently just above my elbow and guided me into a room, his room. Then he quietly shut the door and we were alone. He approached me soundlessly, from behind, and spoke in a low, reassuring voice close to my ear. "Just relax." Without warning, he reached down and I felt his strong, calloused hands start at my ankles, gently probing, and moving upward along my calves slowly but steadily. My breath caught in my throat. I knew I should be afraid, but somehow I didn't care. His touch was so experienced, so sure. When his hands moved up onto my thighs, I gave a slight shudder, and partly closed my eyes. My pulse was pounding.  I felt his knowing fingers caress my abdomen, my ribcage. And then, as he cupped my firm, full breasts in his hands, I inhaled sharply. Probing, searching, knowing what he wanted, he brought his hands to my shoulders, slid them down my tingling spine to the top of my panties. Although I knew nothing about this man, I felt oddly trusting and expectant. This is a man, I thought. A man used to taking charge. A man not used to taking 'no' for an answer. A man who would tell me what he wanted. A man who would look into my soul and say ... "Okay, ma'am," said a voice. "All done." My eyes snapped open and he was standing in front of me, smiling, holding out my purse. "You can board your flight now." --- --------- ------------------ Chick Harrity received this from Ernie Cox, Jr. and passed it to me. Who knows who sent Ernie this joke.  I thought I'd pass it on.