A Moving Experience

“Fuck-a-duck, that hurts.” She groaned.

 “Quit your whining, you asked me to put it in.” He said.

“Yeah, but I didn’t know you were going to be so…” She trailed off.

“Forceful? Impressive? Noteworthy?” He said.

“Clumsy.” She said with a grimace. “There had to be an easier way.”

“Look, unless you wanted it to go in through the backdoor, this is the only way I know how to do it.” His voice peevish. “C’mon, my back’s about to fucking break here. Can we get a move on?”

“Fine.” She said. “Let’s get this over with.”

Ten sweaty, fucktastic minutes later…

“Finally!” She said, lying down and rubbing her thighs to ease muscles cramping from holding up so much weight. “That didn’t last as long as I worried. Do you want some money?”

“Your overwhelming gratitude is all the thanks I need.” He finished with a grunt, heaving his end up and then collapsing on the floor next to her. Panting, he rolled onto his side, adding. “And the next time you invite someone to help ‘move an organ in’, please be more specific.”