The Carpenter's Daughter (Bachelor Kisses)
I was outflanked by the carpenter.
His daughter moved out of home right after we started going out. And while she and her mother moved boxes into the flat she was renting, he made me help him build a double bed for her in the master bedroom. He carried two-thirds of the timber up the stairs in one go, as though it weighed nothing, and I struggled behind him dragging my third, snagging on the carpet, marking the wall.
He had a belt full of tools, and hard carpenter hands that knew just what to do and made me look clumsy, almost useless. And when we were done he patted the obviously sturdy pine planks with one of his hard hands and said, They can take something, these slats. They can take some bloody heavy sleeping, mate.
And it worked of course. I ended the relationship. I couldn't have sex in that bed, not with his hard hands all over it, always there, and my spindly ineptitude.
His daughter moved out of home right after we started going out. And while she and her mother moved boxes into the flat she was renting, he made me help him build a double bed for her in the master bedroom. He carried two-thirds of the timber up the stairs in one go, as though it weighed nothing, and I struggled behind him dragging my third, snagging on the carpet, marking the wall.
He had a belt full of tools, and hard carpenter hands that knew just what to do and made me look clumsy, almost useless. And when we were done he patted the obviously sturdy pine planks with one of his hard hands and said, They can take something, these slats. They can take some bloody heavy sleeping, mate.
And it worked of course. I ended the relationship. I couldn't have sex in that bed, not with his hard hands all over it, always there, and my spindly ineptitude.