Penny’s Saturday Night Partner

11 Mar

Much like the young eighteenth century bride my skin tone indicates I should have been, I approached the night of my union to Mr. DeWalt with trepidation and no little excitement. Betrothed a scant two-and-a-half months (he proposed on Christmas!), I was at once anxious for the promise of consummation, yet shy of his prowess and penetrating reputation.

HA.

Saturday dawned bright and clear; a knock heralded the arrival of my mother and father, anxious to begin preparations. While Mother and I bustled about ironing and tweaking a fold here or there to get the fabric to hang just so, Father took DeWalt aside. Over by the windows, DeWalt strove valiantly to impress my father with his strength and speed; Mother looked on with indulgent fondness and I with awe. Finally – finally! – the deed was done, the freshly hung curtains drawn against the chill March night, and we waved Mother and Father goodbye after strong admonitions to beware the sensitive trigger and reassuring words (“You are working on the backside; if you make a mistake, just reposition and try again – no one will know”).

Alone, at last, we sprawled together on the carpet.

DeWalt, at the ready

DeWalt, at the ready.

We fitted together nicely, DeWalt and I – he snug in my hand. With the smooth sounds of jazz in the background, we soon found our rhythm.

Almost there!

Almost there!

All too soon, our first night together was finished; but with the end of the night dawned a new day with delights in store. Now we know each other so well, creativity will surely carry us through the long, light, steamy Saturday evenings of approaching summer.

What you can achieve with the right tools.

What you can achieve with the right tools.

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2 Responses to “Penny’s Saturday Night Partner”

  1. Molpadia (Molly) March 11, 2013 at 4:46 pm #

    Ob. Sessed.

  2. Helen March 13, 2013 at 10:00 am #

    Ah – a girl and her first power tool; a relationship that actually *can* last a lifetime!

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