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Click hereBob stared at her as she exited. "We should probably talk about when Hector left this afternoon," Bob informed her using the finger air quotes. "Make us a drink and I'll be out in a bit."
The next day, the work crew arrived, but no Hector. Bob was on hand and at the right moment, started raising hell with the crew that they weren't working. They informed them that they can't do anything until the foreman was on site. Bob immediately called the contractors office raising hell again that no work was getting done. Approximately one hour later, another foreman showed up, directing the men to perform the finish work with the backhoe and start laying out the form for the sprayed concrete.
The day after, the crew arrived again, immediately starting the spraying of the concrete structure.
Three days later, a detective arrived at their home, looking for information about Hector. Sandra advise that after the machine in the back yard broke down, the crew left and then after locking up, Hector left shortly thereafter. They hadn't seen or heard from Hector since. They did advise the detective that since Hector had been replaced, the work seemed to be getting done much more efficiently.
Hopefully, Bob thought, Sandra's learned her lesson.
It wasn't half bad. Definitely get an editor; that'll take care of all the little odds and ends. There are only two things I would critique: 1. There's a lot of repetition with descriptions of scenes unfolding. We got that he has a big brown cock the first time mentioned. She was "just coming to," at the beginning of like 5 different paragraphs. We needn't be told that he's inside her at every turn. After one or two times being told, it becomes redundant. 2. This is just a pet peeve of mine, others may like it, but speaking in third person sounds retarded. It reminds me of Mongo from Blazing Saddles. He's the stereotypical stupid muscle for the antagonist, in the beginning anyway. Other than that, it was a good read. Better than the last garbage story I read.
It's headline is completely wrong. A wife flirts, strays and gets scott free except minor bruises invited by her in rough sex. She gets taste of Mexican brown cocks and knows where to get it. She has also to fear her husband's protecting but murderers instinct. Bob knows her weakness. So how are they any way useful as husband and wife?
Nothing happened to the slut? Very strange jumping from the confrontation to nothing.