@20.0217-0933.20 by Atx
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=minor antagonist?
Larry Hunt & son Michael
= a somewhat annoying character. Middle aged. Very political. Very conservative. Arrogant. Hates gays. Has a tendency to show up for excruciating social interaction quite unexpectedly.
=Sometimes he and James help each other out when additional man-strength is needed in some task. They swap hours of labor on a barter system.
James has to steer him away from my apartment and playroom.
a Occasionally he and/or his older boy Michael (late-twenties) are out hiking in the woods and drop by the house unannounced. I have to hide quickly.
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==Eventually his son discovers me while I am working out in the garden.
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Dear Marla,
I was working out in the backyard yesterday. It was one of those days so common to this place: heavy cloud cover, continual mist and an air temp that seems eternally stuck in the mid-60’s (f.) This kind of weather made it feasible to engage in some of the heavier garden chores. The cool temperatures and constant rivulets of accumulated mist water dribbling down my entirely latex-covered body made it quite literally “water cooled” — you know, like in an automobile engine. In fact, I found it to be a great incentive to getting things done because when I stopped working for a moment, the suit cooled off so efficiently that I would become a bit chili. I had to keep working to stay warm.
“Hello” said a male voice from somewhere behind me.
I did not recognise it!
Oh Shit! I was in a corner of the garden compound. There was no where to run or hide! My backside was in full view of the owner of that voice. What could I do?
I slowly turned around to face him.
[[this is what he probably saw of me….]]
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I must have been the most bizarre thing this young fellow had ever seen.
At first his jaw dropped as his instincts decided whether this bizarre rubber.being was friend or foe. Then his face clouded. He raised his rifle slightly. “Who are you?” He demanded.
I raised my hands for a second and then slowly pulled the respirator off of my face. Now he could see my eyes. Then I unsnapped and removed the gag. It was dripping with my saliva. I know he saw me do it.
“I work for Mr. Hahn, whose property you are probably trespassing on. Who are you?” I said in a weak voice because I was so embarrassed. If a giant hawk were to swoop down from the sky, grab me and then fly off, I’d be a little happier than I am now.
He sputtered a moment. I think he was still reeling from the shock of seeing this Rubber.Being in front of him.
I found myself trying to avoid eye contact. I started to pee in my suit. I was horrified.
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"I’m Michael. Michael Hunt. From next door. My dad is Larry Hunt. We’re your next door neighbors. My dad and Mr. Hahn have known each other for years."
“Oh, Hi, I’m Thalia. I’m Mr.Hahn’s housekeeper.” I tried to act nonchalant but I’m sure he could hear the trembling in my voice as I spoke. This was a totally insane moment of awkwardness. I could feel him looking right at me, taking everything in and trying to figure out what was going on.
“Is that some kind of rubber suit that you are wearing?” he finally asked incredulously.
I nodded.
“Why?”
Hit the ‘pause’ key on your reader device for a moment so that we can talk about this, Marla.
Only two options came to mind.
I could give him some bullshit story about being allergic to something and needed to wear the suit as protection. That didn’t explain the gag.
Or I could just come straight out with the truth and say something like “I like rubber”
M: Are you Mr.Hahn’s sex slave or something?
C: No, absolutely not! I am my own person.
M: Does Mr.Hahn pay you to dress like that?
C: No, no. It’s nothing like that. I am just his housekeeper, that’s all.
M: Then why are you all covered in rubber?
C: because I choose to be. I feel like I am “home” when in it. I don't know why. I am a Rubberist. It’s just the way I am wired.
<!-- Michael is still quite virile at age 27. </p>
o Is his instinctive male sexual curiosity aroused by this nymph in rubber — does he even know that she’s 60?
o How does the suit affect the appearance of her age? Does Michael see crowsfeet, old lips and saggy boobs?
o Should I worry that he might think I was like something out of porn movie? Would he come become an aggressive male? It was just the two of us there. He had a rifle. -->
“Relax, Thalia. I was stationed in Europe for several years in the army. I have seen what you call Rubberists many times. In fact, many of my friends there were quitea bit kinky. It's not my thing at all, but if it's safe, sane and consentual, who cares."
Br@17.0100-0400 #14 Greatest regret is that her children rejected her years ago
This (could) set the stage for 20@ in which she comes out to them.