Content Advisory: This work of erotic fiction is intended for adults only. The story contains the following themes: magic; romance; therapeutic & erotic massage; naturism; stripping; exhibitionism; voyeurism; streaking; only one naked (OON); embarrassed naked female (ENF); embarrassed naked male (ENM); intra- and pre-marital sexual intercourse; oral sex; mixed bathing; skinny dipping; and even glamor photography! My!
Disclaimer: This is fiction. To the extent that there are people or places named in this book that exist in the real world, they are not as described here. The author recommends that you do not take practical advice from fictional persons.
Dedication: This book is for those engaged in responsible mining practices, without which this book would not exist, for I would lack the civil context that made it possible. Thank you.
Give me a place to stand and a lever long enough, and I will move the world.
We were in court, standing respectfully for the judge. She sat. The audience sat. The defense and prosecution remained standing.
“In the case of City of Moab vs. Mr. Edward Goetz, we find the defendant guilty of a Class B criminal trespass against Mr. Devindra Bhat and Ms. Kaitlyn Gutierrez. We sentence him to 50 hours of community service and a $500 fine.”
Then she gaveled the proceedings closed with a WHACK, got up, and walked majestically out.
“Yessss!” Kaitlyn said in a quiet hiss with a triumphant fist pump, standing and hugging me.
“Couldn’t really have gone any other way, according to Poulsen,” I replied low in her ear, enjoying the embrace. We’d caught Ed trespassing and peeping on us a month back at my house while my lady Kaitlyn and I were…busy. “If you ask me, he got off lightly,” I said darkly, remembering the adrenaline and fright of that night, and my inability to enjoy my own back yard for a week or so afterward.
“Well, let’s hope he gets a bit more community-minded in service to that community,” Kaitlyn said.
Ranger Ed turned and glared at us.
Well, maybe not, then. I was unwilling to pop her happiness bubble, so I just turned the hug into an escorting posture, getting her out of there before she saw the look.