A light misty rain poured down that night. Peter shivered in the cold and fell asleep finally, as the rain stopped. In the morning the dew coated him, the geranium, and sunflower. Sunlight warmed and woke him. He realized that his leaves had folded in the night, now unfolded to receive the sun's nourishing rays. Aside from a few birds and buzzing insects, all was quiet.
About 7 or 8 in the morning, Peter guessed at the time based on the sun's position, and the activities on the street below increasing, Toro yawned and sat up in bed. He swatted Maria's butt, waking her.
"Mi brujita, I have been looking forward all month to the welcome home feast you promised me," Toro said greedily rubbing his hands, "When do we eat?"
Maria sighed, "You told me that you were getting out next week, mi esposo. So I need to go shopping first. Let's see, the fish market, the butcher's, the spice shop, the produce markets, and the wine merchant? It'll take me 3-4 hours to buy everything, and another 4-5 to prepare it all."
"So dinner at six then?"
"Yes, mi amor," she said kissing Toro. She leaned over him to open the shutters, and steal a glance at her enchanted beau. She snickered, as she got out of bed.
"What's so funny, Maria?" Toro asked pointedly.
"Just you wanting food instead of - this!" she said pointing at her boobs, and pussy.
"Oh, I already had that. Besides your oysters will get me good and horny soon enough."
Maria sighed and dressed. The moment the front door closed, Toro was out of bed, and on the phone.
"Julio, get your ass over here, I got 3 - maybe 4 hours tops before she's back."
Within 10 minutes, there was a knock at the front door. Toro left the bedroom, and returned with the gay gigolo who hit on you the other night before you hooked up with Maria. He was carrying a bag, and quickly began taking out black leather objects. Toro disappeared into the other room, and returned with a heavy chain and padlocks. He locked one end of the chain to the ring screwed into the window frame that you assumed was for a hanging plant, the other end of the chain went around Julio's leather dog hood, and was padlocked too.
"Good boy, Julio," Toro said grabbing Julio's shoulders and mounting him from behind.
You can only stare and watch the rough gay sex through the window. This is worse than last night, maybe because the bright sun doesn't leave anything to your imagination. It's only been a half hour since Maria left, and you wonder if they'll keep this up for 3 hours?
There's a loud knock at the door.
"Just a moment!" shouts Toro. He pulls on some pants, and admonishes Julio to be quiet until he comes back. He closes the bedroom door behind him.
"Constable, good morning! To what do I owe the privilege of your -"
There are the sounds of a scuffle and the sound of handcuffs locking.
"What do you mean they made a mistake! You cannot take me back to jail now!"
The door slams, and silence follows.
Julio watches from the window as the constables haul half naked Toro into their waiting black lorry.
You are laughing so hard, it's not fair that no one can hear you.
"Damn, he's got the key!" exclaimed Julio.
No, no, no this is too precious. When Maria gets back, she'll turn Julio into a plant, and change me back, and then I can finally get laid.
Julio pulls his hood off. His cock is rock hard. He realizes Maria will be home in a few hours, and if he can't figure out how to escape, he's going to be in trouble. He starts jerking on his hard cock. You realize that he's excited because of his being trapped. He walks toward the bathroom, but the chain doesn't reach. He looks flustered. He's coming back to the window. He's going to ejaculate out the window? No, he's reaching for you!
"You're one ugly plant, maybe some of Julio's special fertilizer will improve you," he says setting you on the table next to the bed. He continues jerking off, and moans as a string of hot wet gooey slimes shoots across your bud, and coats you. He manages another two loads before sweaty and tired, he lays down in Toro's bed, and sleeps.
Where the heck is Maria? You wonder.
About two hours later, Julio wakes up. He yawns and looks at you. He scratches his head. He sniffs your flower, and crinkles up his face in disgust. Then he opens the drawer in the table your pot is sitting on. He takes out a nail file, and begins to try to pick the padlock around his neck.
"I wonder why Toro would keep such and ugly stinky plant?" Julio queries aloud, "Perhaps it's a drug plant. Smoke the leaves or make tea from the flowers? Hm?" He keeps tinkering with the padlock, but doesn't seem to be getting anywhere.