She examined him. He was thicker, heavier than when they'd met. She'd been aware of that, but hadn't really paid attention to it before now. He had lo...e handles. And a paunch. She doubted he could run more than a mile without collapsing.He was also soft. He said he wanted to make love, but his body suggested otherwise."You can't have makeup sex with that," she said, feeling a little cruel."That will take care of itself," he said, confidently. "Can I come to bed?" It's your bed," she replied.She. ” I turned to see a man my age, although much better groomed, standing behind me with an armful of meat and a canvas roll. “Ah... hi.” I know, I’m just loaded with witty remarks right. “I’m Max. I’d shake your hand but mine are kind of full at the moment.” “Oh shit. Sorry, here pop it on the bench. I’m Danny.” Once he had put everything down he gave me an appraising look which only made me a little uncomfortable, then stuck his hand out. He had a firm shake but didn’t try to crush my hand;. ” I do as I am told except that I don't do it full blast because that would be a bit too much. But I do let the water flow and I do get a very pleasant tickling sensation.Then, with the water seeping out of my pussy I tell Mr. Perv that I am going to water my corn. Of course Mr. Perv tells me, “Pick an ear of corn and put it deep up your asshole.” I would try it if I could but the corn isn't ready and it won't fit in my butt anyway. So I tell Mr. Perv “no-can-do” and he's dismayed for a second. Yet that night, after I stepped from the shower, with the A/C off and the window open, I could hear those chirps yet again, those soft calls for help. Those were the last things I heard as I fell asleep… ***** By morning, I had fortunately ‘forgotten’ about the young bird. My dreams still flooded my mind even though I was fully awake. Turning on CNN, the news of the East Coast heat wave filtered into my mind to chase away the dreams, and I slowly went on with my morning, fixing and eating.