I couldn’t ask for someone more devoted than Jimmy. He cleared an area in the meadow, chopped down trees for planks, poured cement, laid tile, and I don’t know what else, all so I could have an outdoor dance floor. He’s such a hard worker and so skillful. I loved sitting on the dance floor rail watching him in action.

I thought the structure was complete, but Jimmy said there was one more important component. He hauled a huge stone to the center of the floor and began hammering it into shape. Something about it, whether it was Jimmy wielding the hammer or the art he was creating—it turned me on. I couldn’t help touching myself. As each hammer blow resounded, a hearty clink, I timed my touch to the sound. Cling! Cling! Cling! Oh gosh, the combination of my fingering and the song of Jimmy’s sledgehammering got my clitty super stiff. I was right on the edge of orgasm.

But for some reason I couldn’t come. Maybe some part of me thought it would be rude to finish before Jimmy. But still...

And then at last he was done. In the center of the dance floor sat a stone statue of a woman. I didn’t expect what happened next. Jimmy approached the woman, and with both hands he began caressing her breasts, pinching her nipples. And the woman responded, taking Jimmy’s erection in her hand, holding him, urging him to join her in ecstasy.

I was so mad! I hopped off the dance floor fence, bumped Jimmy from the clutches of the woman, snatched up the sledgehammer, and swung for all I was worth.

But at the last second I had second thoughts. Just in time I stopped my swing. This was Jimmy’s art. How could I destroy something he’d crafted so lovingly?

But then I had second second thoughts. I brought that hammer back and smashed the fucking stone floozy to smithereens. My mighty wallop sent her head flying over the fence. Sixteen or so swings more and her obliterated body was naught but fine powder. A mild breeze blew the dust off into the field.

Jimmy looked at me, more than a touch of fear in his eyes. I believe he worried I might bash his brains in for his perfidious behavior. Poor sweet Jimmy.

I forgave him in a special way.

And then we celebrated the completion of the dance floor. What wonderful dancing we did—hour after hour.

And then when the sun went down we celebrated in an even more special way until dawn.

But that’s another story.