Max M Power
My name is Max M. Power and I am a Storyteller.
Spending time in the country was not my idea of a vacation. Spending time on a farm, well you promised it would be worth it. The clouds begin to roll in as I sat on the porch watching the lighting and smelling the water in the air. You come out of the house wearing light blue Daisy Duke short shorts cut-off jeans and a sleeveless button-up jean shirt to match. You walk past me with those huge seductive hungry eyes and I know what you want. You’re so hot I can smell it. You stroll over to the barn and turn to look at me with those hungry eyes and motion me with one finger to join you.
I walk in the door and turn on the lights as you yell, “Surprise!” Seeing you in your old high school cheerleader uniform, your hair pulled back tight into a ponytail, with a ribbon holding it in place, my jaw drops, and I’m stunned frozen. You smile wide, hunger and lust in your eyes, as you lean forward and shake your pomp pomps at me. I’m speechless but the rest of my body is wide awake, the evidence visible through my pants.
I have a confession to make. I killed two people. To explain what happened I have to go back to the beginning of summer. I was outside mowing the grass. Living next to the woods I know there are all sorts of insects I have to watch out for. Well, one of those little suckers got the best of me and bit me on my lower back, close to my spine.
I come home from the store with something to make you feel better. You are snuggled up under the covers in the bedroom, sleeping. I start cooking and come in to check up on you, feeling your head for a fever. You moan softly as I lean down to kiss your lips. You wrap your arms around my neck and look up into my eyes, “I love you,” you whisper. “I love you too,” I answer kissing your lips again. I fluff your pillows and make you comfortable.
A Lot Can Happen While You Sleep
A lot can happen while you sleep. A revolution could break out and you find yourself in a fight for your survival, for instance.