*Author's Note: Any and all persons engaging in any sexual activity are at least eighteen years of age.
This is just a flash story. Not to be taken too seriously.
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Margot Murphy walked the nine blocks from Northside High School, to the small home she and her mother and step-father were renting. The eighteen year old felt the springtime pollen attacking her eyes, her sinuses, even her breathing.
Yes, they had pollen in Oldenburg, Arkansas, but they did not have the humidity coupled with it.
She saw an older man, probably in his late forties, early fifties working in his garden. The blonde girl stopped and admired the man's flowers, even as her eyes watered and her nose ran.
"Look a little affected, you do," the man smiled.
The man had an odd accent and Margot smiled, trying to guess where the man might be from.
"Like the flowers, do you?" the man asked and Margot nodded her head in agreement.
"Well, come on, let me introduce you," the man said.
Margot walked up and the man pointed out the various flowers and then smiled as Margot again wiped at her eyes.
"Need you an antihistamine," the man said. "Probably a decongestant too, yeah?"
"Yeah; but took the last one this morning," Margot remembered.
"Ah, well, got a few; come in," the man said and got to his feet.
When he stood up, Margot could see that the man was nearly a foot taller than she and Margot stood at five feet, six inches.
"Oh, and my name's Ethan Mollenkay," the man said, offering a hand. "Come on in; I'll get you a good one. Clear you right up. Only way I could work out here."
"Where are you from?" Margot blurted out as she followed Ethan into the small house.
"Tremblink, little burg of Poland," Ethan smiled, not offended by Margot's direct question. "Moved here ten years ago; trying so hard get rid of the accent. Not working, yeah?"
"Yeah," Margot agreed, looking around the small room.
It was a small living room, tastefully decorated with comfortable looking furniture.
"Get you glass of fruit punch," Ethan sang out. "My first day in America? Drank some, said 'I don't know what fruit this is but I love it!' and that's all I drink. Don't even like the coffee, just fruit punch."
"That's fine," Margot called back.
"Good, good, here, just one pill; take two? You'll not be able to sleep tonight," Ethan said, returning with a small glass of red liquid and a pill.
"What is it?" Margot asked, squinting through her watery eyes to read the pill's markings.
"Mother sends me stuff all the time from Poland," Ethan smiled as Margot shrugged and popped the pill into her mouth.
She drained her glass and thanked Mr. Mollenkay.
"No, no, we friends, you call me Ethan and I call you Margot, okay?" Ethan smiled and gestured toward the couch.
Margot sat down. The couch seemed fairly new. It did not sag in one direction, did not have a musty mildewed smell to it.
"You are student at that school over there?" Ethan asked, sitting down on the other end of the couch.
"Yes sir, fixing to graduate," Margot agreed. "So what you do?"
"Me? I do nothing," Ethan smiled widely. "See, in Tremblink? I married Elena Mollenkay, the big movie maker. Terrible movies too. All about girls with big breasts getting killed, so much blood. Finally I say 'I want divorce' and she says okay and I move here. Divorce give me so much money, why work?"
Margot saw a magazine on the coffee table and turned to look at it. Her light blonde eyebrows shot up when she recognized that it was an issue of Parasols magazine, an adult magazine that primarily featured nude women.
"I'll be back; need to pee," Ethan announced and left the room.
Margot looked at the cover of the Parasols magazine. It showed a blonde woman with bright red lips, holding an open umbrella in front of herself. The bright red umbrella covered the model from just below her pubic mound to just above her nipples.
Ethan returned just as Margot was reaching out to flip the magazine open.
"Um, why you have this?" she asked.
"Hmm? The magazine?" Ethan asked, again sitting on the couch. "I like the pictures; such beautiful women. Sugar cubes, all of them. You know what you do with sugar cubes?"
"Uh, no, I mean, you put them in coffee, I know that," Margot stammered, looking at the cover of the magazine again.
"You pop sugar cubes in your mouth and just let them melt," Ethan chortled happily.
Margot looked over at the man.
"And you are sugar cube. I see you walking to school in those jeans and I say oh I would love to eat her up, pop her in my mouth and let her just melt," Ethan admitted.
"Wait, what?" Margot asked, surprised.
"Because she was chubby, she did not see herself as a 'sugar cube' at all. The three dates she'd had since arriving in Bender, Louisiana, she'd only had because she let the two eighteen year old boys and one twenty three year old man fuck her.
"Oh, and now you want to leave, yeah?" Ethan asked, studying Margot's face. "Because I am dirty old man?"
