After he got horrifically scarred by an exported “beer” from Australia, he decided to make his own.
He did not expect an exotic, monstrous lady to find her way into his stash and he had to act swiftly in order to not get eaten.
Oh only if he knew…
They got up, lifting the dishes from the table and walking to the sink. As he put his in and stepped aside for her to place her own so that they could start scrubbing, she did something else. She placed her plate inside and took his hand. She looked up at him shyly, her eyelids lowered and her mouth forming a shy smile. She sighed, and looked up at him with an obvious effort.
Special thanks goes out to the one that gave me the idea for this story. When I told her about the idea she was overjoyed and very enthusiastic to help me brainstorm. To be honest, if it wasn’t for her help and input, this story would never have happened. Granted, it’s still a work in progress but It’s coming along great.