My Sweetheart Knows What She Wants and She Gets It

A little danger goes a long way

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“Come on," she whispered. “It won’t be the right time for long."

I know I should have suggested something else, but that would have been futile.

She looked out our third floor apartment window.

“You see it?" she asked.

I didn’t have to look because it didn’t matter what it was. My pretty Penelope liked to love on the wild side and I was her plus-one.

We took the stairs, and this time she took them two at a time. Every moment that she was excited about something was a great moment for me.

Out in the courtyard. Then across the street.

“What about the service workers?” I asked.

“Don’t worry. I saw them leave a bit ago. They won’t be back ‘til Monday."

Night was on its way. That would give us some cover.


“Plus," she continued. “There’ll be no power to the video cameras."

Now I’m not into this kind of thing and I’m not one to judge, but I figure if you don’t take things too far, then it’s not that big of a deal.

“In here," she said. “Quickly."

We stepped inside the boarded-up construction site near downtown. It was dark inside. We could hear the sounds of traffic nearby. The big trucks rumbled.

“We’re all alone," said Penelope. She kissed me.

I went to hold her.

“Give me three minutes, then I’ll kiss you again." She knew what she wanted.

I could see her scan around to look for tools. Then, she found what she wanted. A big heavy sledge hammer.

Now Penelope didn’t have big muscles or a large frame, but I tell you now that she had a thing for sledge hammers. That was her thing.

She lifted it and slammed it down hard on some bricks. She found some concrete and smashed that too. Over and over, she hurled that mighty sledge hammer and destroyed things. Nothing important or expensive, oh no. She just wanted to smash and she cared that I watched her.

After a bit she took a final lift and crushed an old red brick. Then she put the sledge hammer back where she found it.

“Good work," I said.

She took off her shirt as she found me in the darkness.

“I’m all sweaty," she replied. "Massage me.”

She kissed me long and hard. I tried to memorize the moments, but I couldn’t concentrate. We were busy with each other.

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