Dirt poor fella lets peculiar mate to drill his...
"come on, lets go to bed, benny." she said, guiding him out of the room.
there were a few shelves on the wall but i thought i could drill a hole right at the side of the middle shelf, about the size of a dime, and maybe just let something hang off the shelf a little to cover it.
i got the drill, put a bit in and was ready to go…until i realized i had no idea where this hole would come out on the other side. i dropped the drill and headed to the bathroom.
there was a sound at her gate. then the door was opened. she looked into the open space with as defiant a look as she could muster in her otherwise pathetic appearance. it was the little blonde groom with her bucket and cleaning glove. jen's attempt at a stern look faded. jen did not want that to happen. besides, even a sponge bath was inviting right now. jen had always been fastidious about her personal hygiene. it actually felt good, even when the gloved hand touched and even seemed to explore parts of jen's body that she did not normally let others touch.