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'my name is bob, bob waywood, and i am an architect,' said bob waywood as he positioned her legs across his shoulders and stared down at what lay before him.
'if you were to make a documentary of me,' he thought flexing his pectoral muscles and staring down at her taut passion clenched lips, ' you would find a laundry list of pleased women. you see i please women, i take my time. as an architect i study the design of her structure, i use foreplay as a way to get up close and personal with all her hallways and byways. i study the safety of her entrance and exits. then when satisfied i pull her close and whisper sweet nothings into her ear as i make a mental blue print. when the blue print is finished i lay into her with the tenacity of a workaholic.'
bob waywood uses his free time to stretch and weight lift. he uses his free time to attend seminars and happy hours studying the mind, studying her designs.
'you see some women are simple spec design where one is satisfied just like the others, then there are the few that are unique, they may like their toes tickled while you wink and massage their colons. i will do whatever it takes to make the customer happy.'
'you see the architectural field is the last true bastion of customer service. we must give the client whatever he or she chooses in order to be paid. not only that, we have to solve all the problems that arise and meet the county code regulations along the way. we do all this with a smile and let's see your grocer do all that. why if i go into my local grocer and find one rotten apple tell them that they might want to check their produce i'm surprised if i am ever allowed back in. can you imagine, with such a lack of customer service skills, how any woman is satisfied with these men. i mean people have asked me, 'bob do you think homosexuality is nature or nurture?', an i think it's totally nurture. i mean if you aren't satisfied with group a then how are you going to stay away from group b? it's like two dissatisfied furniture store customers getting together and opening up their own shop. not only will they be happy but the staff they gather will be trained to make the customers of group b happy and those customers will tell all their friends that group b is the way to go and soon enough we have a whole community of business built to service group b exclusively.'
bob takes a moment to move the hair from her face with his left hand as he takes his right and messages her right above the anus. she is grinding and moaning with satisfaction.
'so it is up to us, so to speak, architects to deliver for group a. the straight life has to survive. what desperation must it take to drive one man to another? i shudder at the thought. now i know some will say 'ohh, i just love men,' but there are always lazy people among us. no, i'm talking about the man who tries his best but has never been taught true customer service. he's the mailman just walking through your yard and stuffing the mail into your box the back end of the envelope hanging outside the box while maybe the lid is still in the air. lo, to be his wife. he probably thinks foreplay is taking off his shoes or turning away to belch. it's this kind of man who claims that he is making love, and if you're a woman and you are told that this is love with a man, i mean what wouldn't turn you towards women? women are soft, they are kind, sensual they like to shop to organize to take their time with things. women enjoy multiple stimulation, the candle scent, the music, the massage the questions of their day. why if i was a woman just getting flipped and screwed and left for football i surely would not be straight.'
there is a rattle of jewelry on the night stand as he thrusts with full force causing her to gasp and claw the air.
' so it is up to me, so it is up to us architects to save the world. one by one we pursue these women from a list that is generated by nervous mothers and reverends. think how dire the situation when the catholic church turns to the architects and say 'please find it in yourself to make love to cindy s from wisconsin because we have seen her buying sarah mclaughlin albums.' they must reconcile the sin of premarital sex with the greater sin of homosexuality. though we do not force these women, oh no, quite the contrary. we give them the option we talk at bars we talk at library or coffee shops, we bump into them in a mall. we spend time with them seducing them caressing their hands cooking them dinner buying them something small that relates to something they had told us about at an earlier time. in truth we give them a glimpse of what true heterosexual love is all about. then when we arrive at the moment we make love to them giving them the greatest gift a man can give a woman, the orgasm.
'at the same time we are finding men, we are teaching them, talking to them at fantasy football drafts, over beers and baseball games. we are everywhere, living to the motto 'do good by keeping society structurally sound'. the fact is if you are interacting with an architect it is not fate that brought you together but the weight of your community leaders saying, 'save this woman/man from making a terrible mistake.
'i like to think of the words of christ 'let those with ears hear' we are the beginners tune that all can listen to and slowly understand.'
she is spitting cursing her body unfolding into orgasm, shaking feet beating against the sheets and soon there is peace.
'as quickly as we come to the site we retreat. once the work is finished, the building passed the final walk through and the customer paid with orgasm or in a man's case the final field test, we retreat. cindy s whose mind is focused on love with this man, her body tuned to the true pleasure of being with a man can no longer understand or enjoy her time with group b. it's hear that we introduce her to our 'old friend jack walterson or whomever', they hit it off, of course and as their friendship grows while waiting for our hero to arrive at group get togethers because our hero is locked up in the office with another huge project in amsterdam, we slowly retreat. when the tinder is laid and all is ready to spark the flame between them, our hero comes with the bad news...transferred.
there will be tears now, but soon maybe two weeks to a month there will be new tears, tears of joy watering the buds of a loving tree. i will wait until i get the call from jack about how he and cindy, he doesn't know it's just that something is happening and he doesn't want to be a jerk or ruin our friendship but 'really, shit, i feel something great could happen between us,' it is here that i give the blessing.'
bob leans towards her, this lady, kisses her deep, 'that was beautiful' she said.
'no you are beautiful, that was something more.'
'oh i have never felt this way, bob.'
'i feel it too, i think i am ready to take this to the next level.'
'oh me too,' she says propping her head on one hand while the other pulls his chest hair playfully.
'i think i want you to come to the bowling alley tomorrow.'
'but isn't that your bowling with buddies day?' she says a nervous smile on her face.
'well it's just me and tim but now i want it to be us three. i want you to be not just part of my life but hopefully to share in a life.'
'oh, i would love that, ah, this is...'
he kisses her, 'shh, i know. i know'