Guilty Pleasure

By Dianna Breeze

Patty Jo takes a stranger for a ride and discovers her dirty desires cannot be denied.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Lush Stories
• Release date: Jun 7, 2013
• ISBN: 9781301172061

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Guilty Pleasure

By Dianna Breeze

Copyright © 2013 Dianna Breeze

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Guilty Pleasure

Patty Jo carried the heavy wicker basket of wet clothes out to the line. The breeze tickled the tender skin on the backs of her thighs with the fringe of her cut off shorts. It was another typical southern summer day, all blue skies and bright sun with just the hint of clouds floating in, though not enough to break the heat. The sweat dribbled down Patty’s back in droplets that clung to the blond tendrils which had escaped from her pony tail. Her shirt clung tightly to her in wet splotches.

She bent down and lifted a shirt, shook it out, then clipped it to the line where it danced merrily. She repeated the process again, and again. The monotony of her chores was as tedious as the heat of the July day.

She bent over, shorts riding up each time to expose a bit of her round check with each piece of clothing she hung. A shirt, a pair of shorts, another shirt; the pile was a mixture of clothes from both herself and her husband. Bend over, get a shirt, stand up, clip, clip. Bend over, stand up, clip, clip. She watched the cows crop the green grass and wondered if they were as bored with their existence as she was with hers. Their days were not unalike. She felt penned in, stifled. All she did was clean and cook. Bend over, stand up, clip, clip.

Ben wanted her to have some babies. He said that would fill her days. Patty Jo looked at the brood cows standing, eating the grass and shuddered. They stared at each other: the cows chewing and Patty hanging the clothes. They both had the same expectations out of their lives.

On the other side of the pasture was a highway that was filled with heavy trucks that thundered along in a rush to get to and from the plant in town. Ben and it seemed half the people in town, worked there. It was dirty heavy work. He frequently came home filthy and too tired to do anything besides shower, eat and, sleep. There were farmers, of course, but many people were like they were, part time farmers with just a few cows at home. That still left