Stan The Water Man の小説・ストーリー

An enormous whale suddenly broke through the big waves and flew into the sky at this critical moment. The whale sank into the ocean, causing massive waves to erupt. A huge water pillar erupted at the same time. A naked man was standing on top of it. He had fiery red skin, long red hair, and a slew of strange tattoos on his arms. He simply stood on top of the whale’s water pillar, as if he were a god who had descended on earth. When the big wave came crashing down, that man opened his arms as if he wanted to embrace it.

I shove my feet in my boots and head for the barn. ****** "Do you have the list of prospects? I believe the Running Springs bull has the best bloodlines," Stan says as he pours himself a cup of coffee and I nod. Two hours of stalling out in the barn had been enough. I had to come inside and eat. I didn't think anyone would be up, but I was wrong. Stan's daughter had a bad dream that woke her early, and after putting her back to sleep, the wolf-less father was wide awake. "I have his name highlighted. What's his cap," I ask and Stan leans against the counter as he looks at me.

A few of the guys eye us as they pass our way. "Please someone give me some water", Gavin groans, walking towards us tiredly. I have water in my bag but I don't bother to take it out cause it's Grace's chance to give him her water bottle. But she tilts her head and looks at me. " Nate, do you have water ? Mine is finished." " Yeah..", I say and fish out my water bottle, stretching it to Gavin, who hastily take it from my hands. " Oh my God ! ", Ethan then gasps and I tilt my head to him, confused. "You don't drink water at all ? Why is your water bottle full ?"

I found Tayo before I found Ronan. The old man was in his usual spot by the stream, but he wasn't sitting. He was standing, which I hadn't seen him do without his stick. He was knee-deep in the water with his trousers rolled up and his walking stick lying on the bank like something discarded. The stream moved around his thin legs and he stood in the current with his eyes closed and his palms flat on the surface of the water as if he was listening to something it was saying.

It stretched comically across his muscular frame, the delicate straps looking absurd against his broad shoulders. “Is the singlet on?” I asked, my eyes still shut tight. “Yes, it is,” he replied, his voice dripping with resignation. “You can open your eyes now.” Slowly, I opened my eyes, and when I saw him, I couldn’t help but burst out laughing, clapping my hands in delight. The sight was ridiculous—Stanley, the imposing businessman, standing there in a tight, pink singlet that made him look like a very muscular woman. But beneath the absurdity, he was oddly… endearing. “You look pretty, Stanley,” I teased, still giggling.

Instead, I was too busy thinking about Brody and River. I don't understand why I care that Brody is dating the water girl. I can't stand her, but I don't want to see her with one of my friends. The front door opens and I hear footsteps approaching. "Is that you, water girl?" "Nope, someone here to kill you." I wouldn't be surprised. "Very funny. Just come in and get me some water so I can take my medication." "You're not in a position to tell me what to do, Rock. So calm down. I'll get your water."

The water man said joyously as he held the bones in his chest and it entered his water chest, floating all around him. "Remember your promise father to bring back the dead people." Tharollin remembered his father. "Of course my son. Thank you for bringing me back my bones." The water man said and started moving about in joy. In his state of happiness, the water man didn't see the little mischievous smile which appeared in Tharollin lips.

She asked taking a glass of water to her lips. “I expected you to have figured it out” Stan feigned annoyance “but anyways, I'll tell you” he said, his gaze on her as she gulped down a mouthful of water. “I'll generously offer you my dick. Tell me what can be more rewarding than that?”

Wendy's delicate back was pushed against the cold, white tiles of the bathroom wall. Warm water poured over her head, soaking her instantly. She raised her hands to push against the man in front of her. "What are you doing?" The water hit Stanley's handsome face, trickling down his sharp, striking features. It ran from his pronounced Adam's apple, down his muscular collarbone, and further still… It was like a painting of a man bathing, a visual feast of pure beauty.