“Thank you for sharing the view,” Garbi said and took off running.
“Thank you,” I repeated and watched him disappear into the bus.
Pietro roared his thanks before following Garbi.
I lingered in the fields and waved after the bus. My head buzzed with Garbi’s presence.
A short while later, I jacked off in the outdoor bathroom, imagining Garbi’s cock and inhaling the aroma of soccer player piss. I splashed water on my face before exiting to find a car pulling up to the disemboweled shed.
“We saw a sign for lavender on the road,” the man said.
The woman, with eyebrows raised, glanced at the surrounding clutter.
“Just cleaning everything out, making room for new products,” I said, stepping back. “Take a look, and ten percent off because of the chaos.”
They rummaged and shopped, took pictures, and lingered in the fields. The entire time, my heart beat as though it might explode.
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