…while she slowly licked the froth of cappucino from her upper lip and sipped her…
well, and sipped more from her cup and then placed it on one of the lovely tiles that she had picked up from the Moravian Tile Company in Bucks County, Pa. a few weeks ago. She really wanted a few of the historical and beautiful tiles and so bought some to use as coasters. This tile had a cream colored glaze over a bas-relief of a horse. It also had an edging glaze of a beautiful green color, as well.
As she pondered the green of the tile glaze she couldn’t help but think of the story that she had read about on the CoTh forum earlier that day. Tikihorse2 (TH2) had apparently met the most handsome man in the most…err…unusual position, so to speak.
As she(TH2) sat in the afternoon sun on an overturned bucket; not unlike the ribbon diving Geek had at one time but- with her hands poised above her laptop as the chocolate covered Johnny Depp looked on…
Anyway while on her bucket TH2 just happened to have her arm, and hand and most of her elbow in her gelding’s sheath, matter-of-factly giving it the good cleaning that it so obviously needed. She hummed as she worked, the gelding’s head nodding in relaxation as his itchies were assuaged and his smegma was loosened and rinsed away.
Suddenly, TH2 heard the gravelly sound of a male throat being cleared behind her. She jumped, of course, being a bit startled and all, causing the horse to tuck his haunches and raise his sculpted head in surprise with a delicate snort. As TH2 and her gelding looked at the tall dark strangerwho had come up behind them, both of them wide eyed & with nostrils flared she noticed that his eyes were the most incredible shade of green, not entirely unlike the verdant green glaze on the edge of RydArab’s Moravian tile.
The horse didn’t notice the gorgeous green eyes but he did happen to catch a glimpse of a long and orange something protruding from the man’s tool belt. His sweet equid mind could not know that it was the foam coated handle of a pair of wire snippers as his mouth began to water and his gut began to gurgle with the sounds of pre-digestion.
TH2 turned around slowly and with some suspicion and some interest & looked the green eyed hunk over- up and down, down & up. He had on a shirt that looked to be employer issued but yet it was enticingly open down to the third button from his collarbone. A few stray curls of dark auburn chest hair escaped the shirt just below the hollow of the muscular column of his throat. He was not wearing a wife beater or an undershirt of any kind. She couldn’t help but notice how his pectoral muscles pressed against the pinstriped fabric, causing the embroidered name tag with the moniker “Ed” to be pulled so tautly that the “E” & “D” seemed to be much wider than they might have been if they had been emblazoned on the shirt of a guy with a name like Leslie or Ashley, even.
He said to her “Ma’am, have you experienced an interruption in your power service today?” When her eyes met his she felt a jolt of electricity shoot through her body from stem to stern. “Interruption” she asked, with tiny bolts of lightning in her eyes. “No…no interruption in the power today”, she breathed, completely unaware that she still had her arm (to the elbow, mind you) into her patient gelding’s sheath.
She noticed the power-line man’s gaze move from her luminous eyes, down her cheek to her neck, to the place where her blouse billowed open slightly in the breeze…and then to her arm. You know, the one leading to Mr. Gelding’s cough hoo-hoo.
Their eyes flew to each other in alarm as she said to him “I was just”… and he interrupted, his fingers toying gently with his fourth button, “Is that?”… “Yes” she said slightly sheepishly… “ok?’…he trailed off.
She removed the “busy” hand from its occupation and peeled off a long and soapy latex glove which she discarded beside her bucket perch onto the dusty ground. She matter-of-factly rinsed what needed rinsing and realized while she applied a bit of baby oil that he was still there, Ed, the power line man. And what’s more he appeared to have little tiny lightning bolts in his eyes now, too. He was also a bit antsy, shifting his weight from one foot to the other, as if he were rather ouchy in the hoof, or something. Naturally, by habit, TH2 peeked at the back his neck to check for crestiness. Little did she know that she was perusing the wrong region, & by a long shot, too.
She, not wanting to be an impolite hostess said “Can I get you some lemonade, or something?” as she picked up the thick cotton lead and rose to return her squeaky clean horse to his stall. He looked at her like a drowning man, as she stood before him in skin tight full seats, the likes of which he had never seen before. “Umm”…he purred like a barn cat presented with an opened tin of Fancy Feast, “Yes, lemonade”…
She reached for his hand with her other, baby oil free hand and led him and her horse toward the dim and inviting barn. Inside she could hear the Farmeress attempting to cajole Monty from behind the wheelbarrow where he was hiding from HL who had inadvertently rolled him onto the hose reel previously.
Once more TH2 glanced at the handsome, uniformed man beside her. She noticed how his hair had a slight wave and reflected the sunlight in shades of auburn and russet. His cheeks were high and his strong jaw was slightly stubbly. His eye lids seemed heavy and were half closed and his lips… well…never mind.
