M is for Macrame

“What are you doing?” She turned and stared at him in disbelief.

“I’m chopping broccoli, why?”

knitted macrame and ball on wool surface
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He laughed. “Fair enough. How about, what are you making?”

She finished another knot. “It’s for the benefit craft fair. I have no idea if anyone still buys macrame, but this is what I know how to make.”

“I like it–and I’m sure someone else will too.”

“Thanks, honey.” She went back to knotting, but he stayed put. “Did you need something?”

“No. I just thought I’d watch. And maybe imagine you using some of those skills later.”

She smirked. “Someone feeling a little kinky today?

“I didn’t start out that way. It’s all your fault.”

“Is it now?”

“You have a lot of skills with your hands. A poor guy is helpless once he watches…”

She burst out laughing. “Well, after I finish, maybe, just maybe, I might practice some knots on you. But there’s going to be a price.”

He looked skeptical. “What price?”

“I will need sustenance. You need to go get lunch from Jake’s and bring it back. I should be finished by the time you get back. And then we can discuss what sort of predicament I can cause for you.”

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