Penknife and Donut on Yellow Cloth

It seems I’ve always owned several penknives, but one time a number of years ago I found myself in Natick, Massachusetts, one thousand miles from home, without any of them. I was on the square at a bakery where they have excellent Morning Glorious muffins, and I needed a penknife to share the muffin with Laura. As it happened, there was a hardware store a few doors down, so I went there and told the clerk I needed a knife. She gave me a look that said she thought I was a serial killer and said rather nastily that they didn’t have knives. But a customer, a kindly old man, told me to try the outdoor supply shop just near the railroad bridge. So I walked over there, and they had lots of knives, and I bought this one without any fuss. I use it mostly for sharing treats and opening the seals on bottles of wine and sometimes opening mail. This is now the penknife I most often carry. It’s very light, with just enough weight so I know if it’s missing from my pocket. I don’t know how the chip came off the corner, but otherwise the handle is exceptionally smooth.

The donut came from Weber’s Little Donut Shop. Weber’s makes the best donuts in the world. Luckily they’re only on Cape San Blas and in the winter only open Friday through Sunday from 7:30 AM until they sell out, which sometimes happens before 10. The way we like to work it: Laura walks the 3 ½ miles from our place to Weber’s, and I set off by car 45 minutes later to meet her there. We buy the donuts (one dollar each plus a dollar tip), and then Laura takes the car and I jog home. The donuts and fresh coffee are waiting for me. On this day I bought a coconut (as a kid I hated coconut) and a maple dipped. Laura got a chocolate coconut and a chocolate dipped. Pure deliciousness.

Now that I look at this picture, I think there is something decidedly sexual about the donut. Do you agree? And I suppose I should admit that there is yet another use for the knife. With the blade safely shut, of course, it can gently caress Laura’s nipple skin, nudge her clitoris, and tease the edge of her anus. Pure deliciousness.