Erase
Writing|Note: This only works if you know that in the UK we tend to call an eraser a rubber and it’s also slang for a condom.
He watched her make a poor attempt to push aside a stack of papers. This precarious mountain wobbled, tipped slightly, and the domino affect took over. Several dead trees now reduced to writing material went down in the avalanche. Sandra gaped, staring, evidently speechless. Sighing, Mark set down the coffee somewhere safe and went to his hands and knees to gather the pages.
“What were you looking for, anyway?” he asked when he judged enough time had elapsed so that she wouldn’t snap.
“A rubber. I can’t find my goddamn rubber!”
Employed in design, Sandra worked on a good many drawings as well as related paperwork. Mark grinned.
“Oh, if that’s all.”
He stood up, leaving the room, aware of Sandra’s puzzled frown. He returned shortly, minus the robe and sporting a condom. Being that she was still on her knees, his “gift” waved in her face.
“What do you want rubbing?”
Sandra stared, gaped, blinked, and then pursed her lips in a way that interested him.
“I don’t mean that kind of rubber,” she said, a smile teasing her lips as she gave his erection a little swat with her hand. “I wanted to erase something!”
