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"Whoah! Back up a bit."


"What's wrong?"

"You're moving too fast."
 

"I'm sorry. I've never done anything like this before."

"There's nothing to be sorry for, sweetie. Just remember, we've got all day."
 

"Heh, I wish we had all day."

"What are you talking about?"
 

"I need to get back to work in about half an hour."

"Ack! I had no idea you'd only come home for lunch today."
 

"Well, I was supposed to have this afternoon off, but just as I was about to sign out for the day, I got an e-mail saying there was a meeting this afternoon everyone was expected to attend."

"I had no idea. Why don't we try doing this some other time?"
 

"What? After I spent all this time getting into position?"

"Well, you're not exactly in position."
 

"Oops. Sorry about that, hon. I wasn't paying attention and slipped a bit."

"It's okay. You just need to move up a little."
 

"How's this look?"

"Hmmm ... I can't really tell."
 

"What's wrong?"

"Well, your head's kinda in the way."
 

"Does it help if I bend it to the side like this?"

"No, not really. Can you shift over a little more?"
 

"How's this?"

"A little better, but now your arms in the way."
 

"Gah! I hate being so tall. Some days I feel like nothing but knees and elbows. "

"Hey, I like 'em tall."
 

"Ooooerr. Flattery will get you everywhere."

"Besides, if you weren't tall, you wouldn't be able to help me. I can't tell you what it means to me that you'd be willing to take time from your lunch to do this."
 

"You're very welcome, love. So, getting back to the matter at hand, can you see better if I move my arm ... urmm ... like this?"

"Oh yes, that's much better. Think you could move it in a little?"
 

"In? In where?"

"I'm sorry, I meant down, not in."
 

"Gotcha. So move it down like this?"

"That's it. Just move a bit slower ... slower. What are you smirking at?"
 

"When you kept saying go slower, it reminded me of a song."

"What song was it?"
 

"Nothing really. It was just a silly thought."

"So, you don't wanna talk? Ve have vays of making you talk."
 

"Gah! No tickling!"

"Vill you talk?"
 

"Yes! Yes, I'll talk."

"So, what was it?"
 

"Just a song."

"Uh huh, I'm listening."
 

"Well, it's a song that kinda makes you act a little crazy."

"Mmm, those are the best kind. So what would be the name of this mysterious song."
 

"It's ... ermmm ... Slow Hand."

"Ahah. So, you want a slow hand?"
 

"No fair tickling when I'm in a vulnerable position like this."

"Well, I guess I'll show mercy this time. Just remember I ... I ... d-don't move."
 

"Why? What's wrong?"

"You just shifted into the perfect position."
 

"Hey, what are you looking for?"

"A hammer."
 

"Wouldn't it be better if I was doing the hammering?"

"No, you just hold that picture in place. I'll take care of the rest.”

 


 

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