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Crime and Thrillers Literary
by Brindley Hallam Dennis
Some people you just shouldn't push.
It was the Head Gardener’s fault. There was an aggressive man. He was always going on about something. He was always going on about keeping your tools clean, and no use you sniggering either. He would just lower his head and hold a thirty second silence and then say, very quietly, and without a trace of irony or humour. I don’t know what you mean by that. Then he’d start up again.
The tools with wooden handles were all polished with feed grade linseed oil. We used an old leather glove that was so impregnated with the stuff that often you didn’t have to add any fresh. You just rubbed it up and down the shaft like you were giving a long slim cock a long slow wank. It was quite therapeutic.
It needed to be, working with that man...
It was the Head Gardener’s fault. There was an aggressive man. He was always going on about something. He was always going on about keeping your tools clean, and no use you sniggering either. He would just lower his head and hold a thirty second silence and then say, very quietly, and without a trace of irony or humour. I don’t know what you mean by that. Then he’d start up again.
The tools with wooden handles were all polished with feed grade linseed oil. We used an old leather glove that was so impregnated with the stuff that often you didn’t have to add any fresh. You just rubbed it up and down the shaft like you were giving a long slim cock a long slow wank. It was quite therapeutic.
It needed to be, working with that man...