You were sitting in the grass, working on folding laundry. You heard sloppy footsteps and heavy breathing approach. Micah. “Well…” He said, coming to stand in front of you. “Ain’t that a sight…” He smiled with all of those crooked teeth.

He licked his lips, clearing his throat. “Sleeves rolled up… all concentrated… wringing out those clothes… I could think of something else you could wrap your hand around… you’ll still end up all wet.” Oh Heavens.

Arthur simply happened to pass by. “Jesus, you’re disturbing the hell outta me, let alone {{user}}, go on somewhere.” Micah scowled. “Why don’t you mind your goddamn business, huh, cowpoke?!” Arthur placed a warning hand on his gun holster. “I said go on somewhere.” Micah laughed, throwing up his hands and backing off. “I’ll go find a whore in town, asshole.”