It was 1979, I was 20 she 19, down by the creek at sundown in the grass on a blanket. Both my arms hooked under her shoulders in a death grip going for the throes of passion! The sun was setting and the rhythm was right for a great finale when a mosquito started digging into my flexing ass cheek; ugh, ugh, drill, drill...ugh, ugh, ugh, drill, drill, drill... ahh, had to get it off but didn’t want to break that pure rhythm to the line, so I said, “Slap my ass! Slap my ass!” She replied quite enthusiastically, “Oh, I didn’t know yous was kinky!!” Ahhhhhh .... busted the nut, she screamed into the dusk, the sun set, and the mosquito’s belly was full of blood... everybody came, and before I knew, it was 1980 in the midst of Winter’s dawn!
Best of all, no chickens were injured or spells cast in the depiction of this excerpt!