FUCK SUNSHINE FRESH
By Charley C. Rush
“How can you want it again? I did it twice last night,” Mia
said.
Gabe’s cock felt dubious, but he slid his hand under
the covers anyway, and lifted her nightgown toward her
hip.
“No! Get your hand out of there. You are ridiculous.”
A look of disgust flashed across her face, but she
quickly converted it to stern tiredness. Gabe’s cock
withered. “I have to get ready,” she added.
“I’m leaving today for a fucking year!” Gabe said.
“You watch your language! You can’t talk to me like
that. We don’t talk like that in this house.”
This house? ‘The aroma of God is in this house, unless
you blow it away,’ his preacher father-in-law said. Gabe
always thought of that when he farted.
Gabe put his palm on his forehead. Hard. He didn’t
want to fight. He knew he would miss Mia terribly. Her
cooking, her laugh. Her soft blonde hair and startling blue