I'm Sorry Senor Cervantes

A story about an animal lover obsessed with a sweet ass would have to be titled Donkey Hotty

This Week's Reading

“Good morning! I’m Jumond—I’m looking for Hermione Chockswindae and I understand I’ll find her at Keeper’s Cottage?”

The young woman looked up at the stranger with eyes that wanted to see more. She sat on a log bench outside the Hospice Tower Gate, six children enjoyed nap-time on the lawn at her feet and she kept her voice low: “Yeah. Keeper’s Cottage is just after the next fork, cross this bridge, cross back at the next one and another bridge—all left. It’s the first one you come to after that. Red cabin with a rainbow picket fence and a porch all around. Naomi usually takes tea at this time, bet you find them on the swing.”

“Thank you.”

“Sure you got it?”

“Two bridges left and a red cabin.”

“Uh-huh… You’re on Hermione’s crew?”

“That’s correct.”

“She’s been real nice… Are you married or… ?”

Jumond laughed: “Yes I am.”

She sighed: “We never see fresh faces… ”

“I’m sorry to be a disappointment.”

A brave smile appeared: “Well… It’s not like I’m lonely.”

“Then you should be happy. Tell me your name?”

“Caroline DuChine.”

“Perfectly lovely. Thank you again.”

“You’re welcome. Have a nice visit.” Caroline watched his jaunty step until he went around the fence, smiled wistfully at strong legs, solid bottom and rocking hips, long fingers and arms, smooth shoulders: she knew the dreams for this night already and it was a long time to wait…