by Patt Paulos-Darrow
What do you mean you want a phone put into the shower?
I mean like Simon doesn't have enough pull or power.
I refuse to let you put it up, stop it right now.
Geez, Jim, put that fucking drill down, holy cow.
If drilling is what you are wanting, then show me the way.
I want to be drilled, and I mean now, not later today.
Put it back into the box, give up while still ahead.
Come on Jim, put it down and lets go up to bed.
We can discuss this later when you are able to listen to me.
Because right now, I am afraid all you hear is Simon, all you can see.
Why would you want to answer the phone while we are in there?
How could you even consider this, how could you even care?
Fuck Simon and his latest of ideas, he is a jerk.
We have many things to do besides our work.
Can we tell him that it is dangerous, it could give us a shock?
If you do, I will make a promise to suck on your gorgeous cock.
That's right, Big Guy, oh yeah, you really are.
Do you want Simon telling us who will drive the car?
That will be the next thing, you know it will.
Like at work we don't hear enough, get our fill.
Fuck the job, when we are in that room.
It is our time alone, almost a honeymoon.
No phone in the shower that is that.
If one goes, up, I will smash it with a bat.
Can't have this going on, no sir, we cannot.
Hey we can tell him it doesn't work, give it a shot.
Please Jim, don't make me beg all damn nightlong.
Because if you want begging, you are doing this all wrong.
Okay you are putting down the drill, and heading my way.
Man, I won, I am speechless, don't know what to say.
Give me a moment, a second to think.
While I do this, do you want a drink?
Here is your beer, now take me any way you can.
Oh Geez, I can now die a very happy man.
I will tell Simon, I will take this on.
The phone idea is completely gone.
He will know what I mean, he won't want to dig.
Or I will tell him what nice equipment you have on your rig.
Yup, I will embarrass him to death, he won't know what to do.
Oh this is going to work, I am so glad that I belong to only you.
That's right big boy, just drill my brains right out.
Come on harder, Jim, let me scream and shout.
Oh God, let me call him now, hand me the phone.
I promise you, big man, he will from now on leave us alone.
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