Harry & May

101 words 2015

Some people whistled some hummed; May was a groaner. Not your loud wrestler type groans but your regular run-of-the-mill every day groans.

May’s mother told her to stop. She tried but holding in groans hurt her ears much like the feeling in a descending plane.

Harry’s friends were envious of his marrying a groaner.

After their wedding reception they made love to celebrate their vows. May was silent but Harry groaned.

Harry’s friends gave him the eye after the honeymoon, but he looked at them with a slight smile that spoke volumes to their fantasies, while doing the same for his.

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