I tried jiggling both the wrench and the pick, but nothing seemed to be happening. I was getting frustrated and I heard Ellie and the owner walking ba...k towards the front of the shop. Fuck it. I yanked out the wrench and the pick and threw them back in my pocket. I picked up the damn register and raced as quietly as I could out the door. This thing is fucking heavy. I looked around the parking lot and a few cars passing by. There was no way for me to hide the fucking thing, so I sprinted back. I’m not sure what he’ll be wearing, other than jeans. He has dark brown, military-cut hair and weighs 180. If you look around, I’m sure you’ll find us. Tell me what you look like,” she told him.“OK, Jeffery,” she said, “You’ll just have to find us then. See you tonight. Bye.”As I lie on the bed, my six-inch, skinny boner bounced in the air above my belly. A string of clear precome dripped from the head, connecting with my belly. I liked my six-inch cock, but wished it had more girth. Flashbacks. Surf fishermen try their luck now and then, but their lines mostly get caught in the rocks and debris. Beaches are supposed to be pretty, but this is an ugly place. Deep thorny brush backs down into the rocks. It's not good for anything, except as a secret place for kids to have booze, drugs, and sex.Guy used to ask me out all the time, and Tony once told me that he had a crush on me, but Guy wasn't my type. Guy was a big heavy guy and I'm slender. I felt no chemistry. But they knew I loved. She had a rather dull look on her face that kinda bothered me. I quickly came, as usual, then tried asking her what was on her mind. She was just tired. She seemed to be tired all the time after that. So tired she just stopped having sex with me. Months pass and I finally see her attitude pick up and a smile on her face. I was thinking that maybe that evening I’d be getting lucky but close to the end of the Friday work day she sent me a text and asked if it would be ok if she went out for.