Nooner
She was staring at the long green celery stalk trying to decide if she was horny enough to take a few minutes out with her fire-engine red, vibrating imitation dick back in the bedroom dresser drawer or if she should just continue chopping the vegetables for her tuna salad. The slamming of a car door pushed the thoughts from her mind. She walked into the living room where she could see out to the driveway through the picture window. It was his work truck, and he was on the trot up the...