                         Disclaimer

What follows is a work of fiction.  Things have been
completely made up by the fevered mind of the writer.  It is
posted in entry to the ASSTR Anniversary Song Stories
Festival of 2002 in the "Mood Challenge" category.  As such,
it is a sex story meaning that it includes descriptions of
sex acts and so you should most likely not be reading it,
especially if doing so will result in prison, spankings,
restrictions of privileges, or excessive numbers of "Hail
Marys."

In no way does the posting of this work on the Usenet imply
that the writer has waved any rights under international
convention and copyright law.  The use of this story on any
web-site, both commercial and free, is prohibited without
advance permission.  The archiving of this story by
ASSTR/ASSM (including the Festival Webpage) and Goggle is
understood and encouraged.  Come-ons for penis enlargement
systems and hair replacements can be sent to the address
below, where they will be deleted without being opened.  The
occasional piece of fanmail will not be deleted, but
instead, will be read, answered, and saved forever.

Thank You and Good Day,
Kenny N Gamera

turtlemeat69@hotmail.com
Original Post Date: 10 Nov 2002 


                Asking Only Workman's Wages
              An ASSTR Anniversary Song Story
                            by
                      Kenny N Gamera

Another day in an endless string, the clock on the Olds
building shows that there is much to go.  I walk into the
bar.  The bright electric lights contrast with the soft
daylight, but still manage to be dimmer.

She sees me as I step inside and waves.  I wave back as I
walk towards a table near the stage.  I get a Budweiser and
sip slowly, watching the girls dance.  Two songs go by; she
touches my shoulder.

"Do you want to go upstairs?"

"Of course."

We walk from my table; I take her hand in mine as we go up.
She leads me to a loveseat away from the juke box.  I sit
down.

"How's your boy?"

Her face lights up as she answers.  "He's doing really good
in school right now.  He's one of the best readers in his
class."

I've given her a dollar which she feeds into the juke box.
As we wait, she positions me on the couch.  The song starts.

She begins to twist in front of me.  She inches closer. Her
thigh touches my groin.  I touch my fingertips to her leg
and graze her skin with soft touches.  It is slightly sticky
with sweat.

Her top joins my beer on the table.  Her face moves to mine.
Our mouths all but met.  I smell the smoke on her breath.
She pulls away just before the urge to kiss overcomes me.  I
touch her arms.  My caresses reach to her shoulder blades.

She whispers in my ear, "you are so sweet."

She grinds her ass against my erection in time to the music.
I teasingly touch her back.  The song ends; her top returns.

"Another?"

"I can't."  I shrug.  "Stuff."

"I work again Friday."

"I'll be here."

Her lips touch my cheek.

                       Authour's Notes

This is one of five flashes based on the Simon and
Garfunkle song _The_Boxer._  I wrote the one, "Asking Only
Workman's Wages," for the Summer Solstice Rom Festival, but
thought better of it and didn't post it then.  When the
Anniversary Song Fest was announced, I thought to post it
and complete the series with one flash for each stanza of
the song.  They have no order and are not connected to each
other in any way.  As with anything they vary in quality,
but each captures the mood of the verse.  I hope you enjoy.
