Dixie Peach
Real Gone Daddy
> wst...@cts.com (R. Westermeyer) wrote:
>
> > He was all jealous because the prettiest
> > >redhead in the place kept sharing lunch with me instead of him.
>
> Your boss' Irish Setter? They'll do anyone for a Milkbone(c).
Well, the only trouble is she was married to an interstate trucker . .
. no, wait, there was more trouble than that; I was, am, still married
to a big, blonde blue-eyed Norse woman who is one person I know who
has been tough enough to kick my butt, so that's a whole lot of other
trouble right there.
On the next evening's shift, there was even more trouble coming from
another lil' ol' Dixie Belle who, despite the ravishing reward to any
man's regard in the rapturous glances of that Redhead, was such a
peach of precious blue-eyed, sweet smiling perfection that despite
being married to a real bruiser of a big ol' auto mechanic, she was
the object of male borne drop of testosterone in that plant; not that
any dared make the critical move--but for the one possible exception
of a certain handsome young chap, who as it had lately appeared, was
showing himself to be of somewhat less use to this lass than might be
construed as entirely suitable to her needs or plans, due to his
diminishing stamina in her sight when it came to the matter of
presenting himself more forthrightly in public by driving her home to
her mechanic at the end of the night.
The news of my not less than slightly valorous conduct had traveled
far and wide by the time I walked in the door for my shift next night,
and who should I find waiting to walk in with me there but that
excruciatingly delectable azure-eyed, sable-haird Dixie Peach. I now
know how Lancelot must have felt with none less than Lady Guinevere on
his arm after his valorous feats at Camelot. And yet, I am no
Lancelot, have never been such a fool and have no intent toward ever
being one, in that I have a deep awe of respect for the sanctity of
another man's marriage, even if that is only what you may suppose to
be something slightly better than a reckless regard for my own
physical integrity of sound bone and flesh, good health and long life.
But I suppose she must have thought, "Ah hah! Now here is a man not
afraid to stand steadfast in a fight, even if it may be, with a man
like that crumby old bore, my husband.
And so, she walked through the plant with me when I arrived that night
and you should have seen the eyes by the time we arrived at the table
where all the other gals and guys were smoking and sitting around
having thier coffee and Cokes, waiting to go on duty that night.
The rewards that await a man when called upon to show his mettle in
the face of a hard challenge may be even so great as to make victory
more sweet than some men have it in them to receive.
Still, it is the thought that counts whether of the gods or simply of
the Lady, or if it be in the considerations of the Fates who look
after these sweet destinies, in any case, it is enough to have it all
in memory where such a prize unclaimed yet remains to dazzle a poor
man's option toward fantasy now and again for the rest of a life in a
body still intact with a mind yet able to divine it.
--
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