No-Sweat Sex: The Acrad System
(for gardeners that don't like to get dirt-y)
Jojo Junkweed was hit by an airplane when she least expected it on her way between Lortis and Fimkat to fetch a kilo of wormgrub to hoe into their plot for saving pansies and redeye petunias till breeding season came up on them.
"It's not my bag," she cried as the grubs cascaded away and afar in their tittering glue, chattering "blue skies, nothing but blue skies do we see-ee....."
Insulted by it all, Jojo sniffed and grabbed a speedy handfull as a group choraled close enough by to be spit upon.
"We're not done," they demurred at the swallowed epithet and organic slur.
"Yes you are," she gulped for the vomited bunch left to hump homeless in the air.
She and Kinkydo juggled grub before the flowers hoping to get them started. But, feeling jilted, they just wilted in the jet stream for heartlorn hours. And slept off their dreams.
Kinky screamed at the engines as they steamed into his ears.
"Do not fear,"Jojo rang into the clearing monsoon of worm-writhe.
"I'm fine," he sighed.
"You're fine, i'm fine, they're fine, everything's fine," Jojo crooned, "I guess," into the grubby mess melting maliciously into their tulip rows.
"Violets vacate!" they panicked in unison.
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