Hello Steemitics.
Hello Steemitics.
Recently, a pipeline was damaged in my house, right in the kitchen and when that happens everything is paralyzed, we went into collapse because the kitchen is one of the most important places in my house. As my mother was attacked, we had to resolve the situation as quickly as possible, we communicated and we hired a Plumber / Bricklayer near the area where we live.
You will know where I want to go, to a certain little thing that at least once in life we have all witnessed, that famous rajita, the piggy bank (that line that separates the buttocks), in this case from some Plumbers / Bricklayers. The one that is there, visible, greeting you, attentive, exhibiting, without worrying about the cold or anything, that unintentionally (or wanting, I do not know) invites us to see her (because, yes, she wants to be seen) WHY? It is that question that will never have an answer. And the sad thing is that you TRY, honestly TRY but you can not help it you have to SEE IT and apart you are surprised, that no matter how hard you try, nothing!
Most of the time the whole event happens like this, after you locate by telephone, personal or through some known to the aforementioned in question:
- The gentleman arrives at your house. Well, everything covered, no surprises yet.
- You explain what happened, what you were doing, what noise the pipe made. He listens, he listens to you and everything stays the same, nothing happens.
- Proceed to place your tools near the affected site. Here is a slight greeting from the slit, but nothing to be scared, but you know that it starts here.
- It is positioned facing the site. Just when he is crouching slowly (maybe they are my things, but that seems) begins to lower the pants and begins to appreciate his other ... mouth? Slit?, more and more.
- Once it finishes inspecting, it is located comfortably. At this point everything is lost, the slit is installed, happy? Maybe because she's free, no pant catches her and can she breathe? And you, miserable masochist, you can not avoid the spectacle.
- The man tries to explain what caused the disaster. You hear how far it tries to explain something to you, but you can not hear anything because your mind is enjoying, contemplating? (I do not know, what happens at that moment, but as you are a masochist you do not stop seeing) the movement of the slit as the man moves.
- Finish the job and proceed to get up. When he finishes explaining what happened and that everything is fine, he gets up and you watch as the slit goes saying goodbye, sad? Because she's going to be a prisoner or something and you do not know whether to say goodbye to the Bricklayer or crack her. Just when he finishes getting up, HE HAS THE NERVE to raise your pants. (WHAT? – shameless).
This "attempt to dodge" the look (which we know is not true) happens when the slit is alone, does not have any type of hairy companion or in its absence many companions. Because when they touch those cases, you wrinkle your face and close your eyes constantly so that it does not remain in your memories and you end up dreaming about the hairy monster of the slit and not with Freddy Krueger or Chucky, who even think they are more fun.
Ok, I understand that it is divine to be naked because the breeze goes everywhere, you feel fresh, rich, happy with everything loose and free but do we have to see how happy you feel taking air in the slit? It does not seem fair, maybe that happiness should not share (I say, I do not know) and aside do not be so cheeky when you finish, put your pants up, eeh, why do not you do it from the beginning? And you avoid us the show. I am in favor of everyone being happy as we want but the public slit? Eh, no, no, no...
Tell me some similar experience with the raja, it happens to anyone in X profession, only that in this opportunity I play with a Plumber/Mason.
Valex