Uncle Walter's Rants: Unfinished bad romance is the special of the day, how should I finish it???

The storm had hit the small town of Slinky Hollow hard. The 36+ inches of snow had knocked out power to many homes. In the midst of this crisis a hero was called for, a hero in dungarees, a hero with a multi-meter. Dirk StrongNipple was a tall strapping man with a long mane of golden hair that cascaded down his muscled shoulders. His bulky legs pushed the gas and clutch of the manly power truck as he guided it down the snow covered lane to the first house on his list, a miss Farto Esyfrwds . Her power had been out for two days. It was Dirk's job to bring it back. From the truck he contacted the home office, which informed him power was running to the home, yet her lights were still dark. He would have to investigate... personally.

He opened the door of the truck and planted his heavy leather boots into the snow. Her demure house sat ten feet ahead of him. He trudged through the snow carrying a hard leather case of tools, and meters. His large hands knocked on the door and it swung open revealing a petite young woman wrapped in a blanket. Her breath was visible as she breathed in the cold air of her home.

"Can I help you sir?" she asked, her blue lips shivering in the cold, her face framed by long light brown hair.

"Ma'am, I'm here to check your power could you please show me your box?" he looked at her dark blue eyes with his bright blue ones, and she felt a warmth ignite in them.

"Of course it's over here" She motioned to the breaker box on the wall. Dirk opened the box and saw the main breaker had tripped. With a flick the lights came on and the rumble of the furnace pushed warm air into the room. Farto dropped her blanket to the floor so that the warm air could blow across her body which was wrapped in a flimsy nightgown.

"Oh, thank you so much," she said, "How can I ever repay you?" She smiled the warmth returning to her now vibrant face, her body warm, ready...

"No need to thank you ma'am, this is just my job" He started to get ready to go

"Please stay just a little longer, in case it goes out again", she pleaded.

"Well, OK ma'am, if you insist..." He looked at her nightgown hesitantly, "you may want to wear something a bit warmer"

She looked up at him and smile, then slipped out of the nightgown, her love portal already as damp as a leaky basement, "how about you hold me and keep me warm"

Confused he blushed and replied, "Ma'am, I think the blanket would work better" but his body betrayed him and his tungsten carbide pole rose up, pushing the tools on his belt aside, reaching for her sopping passion swamp.

"You say one thing, but your body says another," she smiled "I think I'll listen to your body..." and she gently released his tool belt which his the floor with a loud thud.

Dirk gasped as she ripped his dungarees off his body flinging them to the floor. His throbbing stiffness sprang forth from its cotton prison and leaped toward her. She dropped to her knees and let her tongue roll out of her mouth and began to savour him like a wine connoisseur. Dirk groaned and Farto tasted a drop of his baby batter on her tongue, "hmm" she thought "salty like sea water". She had a strange urge for some taffy.

As the passion overwhelmed Dirk he took both powerful hands and ripped the shirt from his body revealing his glistening pecks and pronounced nipples. He reached down and lifted the small Farto by the waist. She wrapped her arms and legs around him as he lowered her down onto him. With a pop his lemon shaped head plunged into the darkness of her smoldering passion gate igniting a flame within her that felt like it had ignited her body from the core. She held him tightly and her nipples, like diamond tipped ICBMs , pushed into his granite chest. Finally their mouths met and soon their tongues were dancing a forbidden dance together. So hot, so close that their teeth gently rubbed against each other.

.... Hmm, what should happen next???

-UW