porn moment

I’m on vacation this week, which means that though it is after noon, I’m wearing yoga pants and a tank top with no bra. Class, with a capital K. Who cares. I’m comfortable and not expecting guests.

So just a moment ago, I went to the enclosed backporch to put something in the recycle bin. There’s this hulking meter reader standing outside the backyard fence and looking through the glass back door. He’s smiling (see outfit above) and asks if I have a “key to the gate” so he can “read the meter.” Then some bwa-chicka-bwa-bwa music started playing and…

And nothing. It ended there. I threw on a jacket, walked outside and unlocked the gate. At least this wasn’t one of my naked trips to the backporch. I try to save those for nighttime when all good meter readers are tucked in bed.