Three short stories from last week - January 4

 Oil Me Up


Oil me up all over.   My head, my face,  especially my ears, on my chest,   between my legs, all the way down my legs.   Oil me up.  That fragrance is heavenly.  That oil is warm on my body and is so soothing.  Now oil her up the same way.  Put it on her head, her face, especially her ears, on her chest, between her legs, and all the way down her legs.  We’ve both been oiled.  Now, it’s time for our walk.  Hopefully, this new oil really works and will keep those fleas and ticks away. 

Just Two Pills

Two pills Martha,  two pills.  

Jim this is wonderful I can't believe you got them.  

I stood there waiting for such a long time. but in the end, I got them.  .Martha should we take them now? 

Yes, Jim as soon as we can.  Jim, I took the pill,  I took the pill.   Now take yours. 

Martha, I can't find the pill.   Martha,  where is it?   

Jim was such a good man.  If only he could have found that pill.  We would be together now.  But he’s gone.   

Hurry Dan,  take the pill.   Now we can live together forever. 



Parachute Ride

In a plane higher and higher.   It's time to jump.    My parachute is on   I can't, I can't.   I feel a push from behind.   I'm out,  others are around me, but I hear nothing but the wind that is swishing by my ears.   When do I tug?  Is it time?  No one else has opened their chutes.  There’s one.  Now it’s time.  Thump, the chute opens.  I'm gliding, I'm gliding through space.   I feel more relaxed now.  I can see green grass.    The ground is getting closer.   I’m down, that final hit was more than I expected, but I’m down and safe.

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