""What's wrong honey?" John followed her fearful regarding of Joe and took her into his arms, hugging her tightly, hoping to make her feel better...and learn just why she was so fearful of a dear old friend.

Fighting back tears...Jill managed to choke out a few words. "Just ask him to leave John, I don't want to see him now...or ever again."

John hugged her tightly once more then pulled away from her, facing Joe, with a serious look. "Okay Joe, it's time for you to go now. Are you going to be a gentleman about it...or do I have to throw you out on your ass?"

"You can try to John, but if I were you...I'd back away because you don't know what you're dealing with."

"Really Joe? I'm dealing with my girlfriend, who's very uncomfortable with you being here. And all she wants is for you to go, for whatever reason. That's quite simple to understand."

"Oh baby, you said it so well, now get rid of him quickly because I want to give you something for being such a man."Jill wrapped her arms around him and kissed his neck.

"Last chance Joe...go, or I get rough with you and by the looks of it, not only do I weigh more than you, I'mk taller than you. It wouldn't be a fight, it would be an ass-whupping. And I'm a lover first, not a fighter. So go away."

Joe grinned for a moment, than stiffened and began to stretch. "Then bring it on John, since you're so much more than I can handle."

John hrmphed uncomfortably, as it had been years since he'd been in any kind of physical confrontation...but this was a different time for him...the immediate promise of what Jill offered him was a tempting inducement to do what he normally wouldn't. "You asked for it Joe."

"God John, you make me so hot, fighting for me like this...I can't wait until you send this ass away...it will be so good honey." And hugged him again then pulled away from him so he could fight Joe.

Pretty good eh? Or are you not convinced? Don't be shy...tell me what you think. or, do you figure it won't matter because I've yet to finish a story here? Well, you're not wrong. So...it's up to me to prove to you that I am capable here, of finishing a story.

In any event, next when. I am gone.

 

Charles Petrie