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Tales from Snippettsville
, Short Stories From A Small Town.
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Contents of Issue 15
Damn Husky!
by Soupwarsproject
Watching
by Alex de Kok
The Legendary Boater
by Quasimodem
Grace
by Lancelot Knight
Illustrations
Banner, (c)Quasimodem, 2003
Header Picture, (c)Perdita, 2003
Footer Picture, (c)Soupwarsproject, 2003
Now read on...
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Damn Husky!
by
Soupwarsproject
Gladys saw the flyer at Hannah’s bulletin board. “Free huskies to nice homes. Good with cats. Call 555-4759.”
The farm laborer’s wife was thrilled. She had been on the lookout for a husky ever since that damn hunter shot Moondog thinking it was a coyote. She called the number and drove to the white house across the bridge. Runty’s owner had been a musher in his youth. Unfortunately, heart problems forced him to quit. He needed new homes for the pooches. The prettier huskies had already found homes. All he had left was a cowardly husky with eyes mottled in yellow, blue and green. Despite the weird eyes, Runty had a wild appearance and a gentle disposition. It was the perfect pet to accompany Gladys in getting the mail and hauling small logs to the house.
As expected, Runty frightened the rabbits and Ghost Kitty. The noisy guinea hens didn’t seem particularly concerned. Sean the Orange Bastard loved the dog. The puny cat greeted the newcomer with a swat to the nose. The tall dog huddled at the corner of his kennel in terror.
Geoff returned from hauling corn at 8:00 PM. He was displeased. “What the hell is that thing in my yard?”
“It’s a husky.”
“That thing is not a husky. It’s two steaks and sausage away from being a wolf.”
“Runty is a good dog.”
“Runty? That thing is more like Cujo!”
“He’s a softy and Sean likes him.”
“That cat likes eating rabbit turds. Ghosty is terrified of that monster.”
“Ghosty and the bunnies will get used to Runty. They got used to Moondog. I thought you wouldn’t mind having another dog.”
“Take that thing back. It’s too big and it’s nothing like Moondog.”
“But, Geoff,” Gladys tears rolled from her eyes, “I love Runty.”
“I want dinner.”
Gladys sobbed and sniffled. “You don’t care about my feelings.”
“You’re right. I don’t care. That dog needs to go.” Geoff washed his filthy hands and headed to the kitchen. “I’ll fix dinner myself.”
“Fine!” Gladys wiped her tears. It was time for drastic action.
She walked to the bedroom and grabbed the shoebox that she hid on the top of the closet. She stomped to the living room, sat on the couch and denuded herself. Tonight was football night. Since Geoff was making dinner for himself, she was certain that he would make a sandwich to eat in front of the TV. He would be at her mercy.
“Woman, put your clothes back on! You’re too old to run around like Lady Godiva when the lights are on. If you want to do that let’s go to the bedroom.”
“I’ll do anything you want, if you agree to let me keep Runty.” Gladys lubricated some anal beads and attached clamps to her nipples.
“Where do you get those disgusting things at?”
Gladys walked in front of the television. “Same place where you got ‘Just Turned Legal Number 19’, you old fart.” The wife kneeled on all fours. Her ass was facing him. She took a deep breath and slowly pushed the five beads into her body. She exhaled as each ball wriggled inside her.”
“I want to see the game!” Geoff wanted to get the remote, but he didn’t want to go anywhere near his wife. “Please move.”
“Ahhhh!” Gladys pulled one bead, “Uh-Ohhhh,” two more, “UGH,” and another, “Hmmm…” and the last one she pulled with a sigh.
“That’s sick! Stop!”
“I’ll do it again…”
“Fine, you can keep the mutt. Just don’t do that again, please.”
Gladys smirked. She won the battle.
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Watching
by
Alex de Kok
We walked along in the sun, holding hands. Midweek, this far from the Green Lake campground, there wasn't another soul around. The late spring sun was hot on our backs and when we spotted a little grass-filled hollow beside a rushing mountain stream it was too hard to resist. We drank from the stream and then sprawled in idle contentment.
It's your birthday tomorrow, Ben. What, above all else, do you really, really want?" Jackie's eyes were sparkling and there was a wicked grin on her face.
I didn't hesitate. "You."
"Me? And how would you want me?" Her grin never faltered.
"Naked, ready and wanting to let me finally make love to you."
She giggled. "That makes two of us that want that, then." She squeezed my hand. "Yes, Ben, tomorrow I cease to be a virgin. Is there anything you'd like today, to keep you interested, anything except my cherry, that is?"
I made a pretence of thinking about it, but I knew what I'd like to see.
"I want us to be naked, and I want to watch you make yourself come."
Jackie flushed, but her answer was immediate. "Okay, but only if I can watch you at the same time."
"I'd like that."
She stood and stripped off her sweater. "Unhook me," she murmured.