UP MY ALLEY
Chapter 4 ======================================================================================X
"…Might be a smidge—"
Holy Mother of Intestinal Distress! I pinch my nose—hard—to repel the toxic fumes.
"—gassy." The woman flies after the pig waving a wooden spoon in one hand and a choke chain in the other.
"Dammit, Jakie, get back here before I hickory smoke your fat butt and pickle your balls just for fun!"
My free hand moves protectively over my fly, while my eyes follow the back of the woman's tight jeans racing around the yard.
In my head, she's gracefully balancing a nine-pound ball and gliding down the slippery wooden alley.
A/N: Pot belly pigs and pickled balls FTW!
And thus begins Round Two!
xxx I da Ho