I went to Buffalo Pound. It was covered in algae but that was okay. I just wanted to sip a frosty Pil on the shore beside the little white cabin that I'd decorated with Disney characters cut from plywood.
My jeans were tight and I was parched.
| A Micro Graphic Novel Project |
| Hot Saskatchewan Action |
| By Allison Muri |
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The day was hot, muggy, a storm brewing in the west. Sweat beaded on moist skin, I was tanned dark brown from the sleeves down and about mid-forehead, below my ball cap. I'd been hauling bales and the veins stood out from my hard muscular arms. My bluejeans hugged my tight round ass. I was pumped. I was hot. I went to Buffalo Pound. It was covered in algae but that was okay. I just wanted to sip a frosty Pil on the shore beside the little white cabin that I'd decorated with Disney characters cut from plywood. My jeans were tight and I was parched. |
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| I didn't see her at first, hidden in the shade. She was slender, fine, tall, like a young sapling, skitterish like an antelope or maybe a young fine long-legged heifer. |
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| I started to saw, slowly at first, then faster and faster, harder, harder harder. Oooh. baby. |
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| Ohhhhh. yes. Mmmmmm. Honey! Elm tree! I spend, I die. |
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| I'd been too fast. She was in flames. She roared on, without me. And on, and on. Like, totally multiple. All I could do was watch. How humiliating. |
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