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Nov 2012
Miss Pinkie cornered him
in the laundry room
there was no one else about
and she had him

against the wall
her plump body
pressing into him
making his pecker move

what if someone comes in?
he said
what’s the matter Professor
am I too hot for you?

he tried to move
from her but her body
had him fixed
and his pecker

was coming along fine
trying to push
its way forward
what about tonight?

she asked
maybe
he said
have to see

if I can make it
she ran a hand
over his trouser bulge
come on Professor

don’t be shy
you know you’ll come around
what if someone comes in
and sees us here?

he said
she sighed
and moved away
straightened up

her uniform
I can put on
some Mahler
and if you bring a bottle

we can have a good time
he tried to sort out
his pecker before
he moved on

ok
he said
I’ll be around
about 8pm

now can we get on
with our work?
she smiled
of course

she said
moving a side
letting him go by
better look after

Mr Pecker
she said
don’t want him
unfit or unwell

she laughed
and picked up
some soiled garments
and put them

in one of
the machines
and cupped in
some powder

and closed
the door
he left the room
hands in his pockets

and she thought
of the last night
they ******
with the Mahler

rising across the hall
the Resurrection Symphony
and she on her back
legs spread wide

and he
like some jockey
in for the ride.
Terry Collett
Written by
Terry Collett  Sussex, England
(Sussex, England)   
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