The Friday After

I was out working in the compost lot all day today. This is a big change for me; the deskwork has been keeping me in the office a lot lately. A lot of the staff was taking a long Thanksgiving weekend, but some of us just need to come to work and keep the wheels moving.

Having just finished bulldozing up a pile of wood waste, I was standing there admiring my work and contemplating the inevitability of compost - that all of this would be decayed into a small pile of sawdust soon.

"Pardon?" A voice said. Even before I turned around I knew it was the voice of an ovulating woman. (Guys like me are constantly accosted by them)

Sure enough, she was a redheaded beauty with all the equipment in the right proportions. He big blue eyes seemed almost like a prop.
"I'm here looking for wood." She told me. I detected a hint of French Canadian in her look and scent. She was not wearing the big pink plastic hair curlers they usually wear during the day. She was dolled up for something.
"Well, Mademoiselle, you are here in the wood area. Ici." I pointed to the sign.
She decided to adopt a Parisian demeanor . "I am lookeeng for some wood." She insisted.
"No, this is the wood drop-off area …"
"You, you have some wood no? I am looking for… wood," she was now eyeing my crotch, "You know, wood."
I could see that her ample nipples hardening like small fire hydrants, even through her pullover sweater, as I played dumb about the reference to "wood."
"Hmmm," I said with an understanding smile. "What kind of wood are you looking for?"
"Lengths of nine or ten inches?"
"No problem," I lied. She smiled and took my hand.
We went into her SUV which had dark tinting on all the side windows. She had a pile of blankets in back where the seats had been removed. She did not waste time. In a matter of seconds, we were both naked and writhing in the blankets. It didn't take long, and, typically, I was not in the mood for after-play.
"Thanks honey." I said, struggling back into my jockey shorts. " Do you come to this dump often?"
"Oh. Yes," was her dreamy reply. " I look for de woodsman sometimes - when Pierre is on business to Toronto." Hah. I knew it.
I figured he must be the husband. A momentary sense of doubt passed. Hey, why should I have remorse for violating the sixth commandment when Pierre is up in Toronto - probably fucking every whore in town.
"Ok see you around." I waved as I got back into the dozer
Wow, I thought to myself. That was a lot better than the rush I usually get from recycling.

I need to get out of the office more often.