Slow Hand Luke
I could see how he was frustrating everyone… I had been watching him all day. And the people around him were getting annoyed. All his moves were measured, slow, calculated. That’s fine if you aren’t in a rush, but very few occupations aren’t these days.
His supervisor had hired him because he was his brother-in-law, and his wife had begged him. If it weren’t for the fact he was sure he’d be sleeping on the couch from now till Christmas, he’d have fired him. He just took a swig of Pepto and booked a dental appt for something to stop his teeth from grinding together. I just grinned. And kept watching.
His customers stood tapping their toes and swearing under their breath when he was asked to go get something and it took a little time for him to even walk out of the room. I had to muffle my laugh. And I kept watching.
His coworkers kept pushing him to go faster, or taking over when they had run out of patience. But Luke kept plodding along.
At the end of the day, everyone else was tired and grumpy. Not Luke. He had a big smile on his face and wandered off the lot. I followed him. I grabbed his hand and asked him if he would like to come to my house. He said yes,
So we wandered down the road, chatting about this that and the other thing till we got there. Luke was alert, fun, engaging and his body might have been slow, but his mind wasn’t.
We had tea and cookies, and chatted. Then I asked Luke if he wanted to have sex with me. I said I was tired of men who rushed things. He nodded.
And I found out what patience really means as he teased me to hell and back.
Yes I knew there was a reason why I like a Slow Hand .