Hardened by a physical labour; picking up bricks and cement, his life had a major influence on sunlight, or rather the heat from the Sun. His moods swung by every change of climate. One such mid day, his work gave him a time to hit a break. But wait, before that being said; He was neither skinny nor a hunk, but undoubtedly a Man with high testosterone and a pumped up guts to take up bets for fights. Often he would lose but made sure that he'd Knock off his opponent's teeth or would make an impact anywhere on the body which could never be forgotten regardless of bout's result.
Yes, The mid-day break from work. There was a woman from modern talkies- an old theater, with whom he found a sort of soft corner and comfort. The theater is old fashioned, dramas and rarely cinemas would be screened. She worked as a server at the cafeteria session. He went to see her and had a cup of coffee. It was Unclear what the conversation was but both were in the same mood and had same intentions. Something uncalculated worked out well for a swing and finally ended up being in bed together. The hard working man under the hot sun is extremely dominated by roughness would never lose an opportunity given as he started off to make the bedsheets sweaty and ruffled up. The Woman is no surrenderer, she played her game equally well, her intense feelings towards him was ready to take him to the extreme level but she knew the harsh truth that sex isn't fantasy as people call it, it's sheer pain especially when virginity is fucked for real, exotic was the pleasure she felt too.
Minutes later they realised that sweat was burned out completely and made them both and also the sheets wet, they exhausted. Bodies weakened and minds slaved by laziness made them attain pleasure from the heat and breath. He lit up a smoke, they shared the puffs with each other and that's when she said; "this kid we gonna have together is gonna be hard-core."
He smiled and said, "I'm gonna make the kid realize that this world is filled with filth and blood which is to crave a piece of paper called 'money' and it's not as shinning as it looks like, so to fuck it."
He takes in a drag of cigarette again and says;
"I would also tell that, Kid, I saw your mother so beautiful admist of filth and we found love under a broken roof, timless talks and dirty sweaty clothes bought from bricks lifted and cleaned up dishes. I would also tell, to have sex on a tiring afternoon in a condo surrounded by mess to experience the greatest pleasure and joy of life."
Woman: without condoms, if not fucking could become a sport and she'd find nothing special in it.
Man: How do you know for sure it's gonna be a "she" ?
Woman drags the last puff and exhales, it's proven, I'm smarter than you in bed my Man.