Back to the present. (FINALLY)

Good lord. That was a flashback? The first flashback? The main character hasn't even shown up yet... I need to reign myself in here.

So it went for the next 2 decades. Andrea would show up with a job and a bad attitude every now and then, and leave after a quick hatefuck. But she had never shown up with material before.

At this point the servants had dragged the log into the house and placed it square in the middle of the floor. "Come here and put your ear up to it." She gestured to Gia. Gia pressed her ear up against the bark. To her astonishment, she could hear a low creaking and groaning. She knew the sound. It came from old-growth forests, usually in the winter, as they contracted to conserve water. But she had never heard it from a dead tree.

"When was this cut?" She asked.

"That's the thing. It's been drying for over 2 years."

"Bullshit."

"That's not even the craziest part." She whipped out a hatchet and buried it into the side of the wood. The groaning increased tenfold. She no longer needed to press her ear against the side to hear it. The groaning filled the entire room.

"it sounds like..."

"Like its in pain? I'll say." Andrea yanked the hatchet out and the groaning stopped. "I got a call in from my foreman about this thing. None of the workers will touch it. So I thought I'd bring it here."

"Well what am I supposed to do with it?"

"I don't give a fuck." Andrea was already out the door.

"Hey... HEY WAIT!" Gia rushed out, but Andrea had clearly planned this. Her carriage was already halfway down the road.

"You'll figure something out! I'll come back later and see if I can sell it!" She called out behind her.

GIovanna stared helplessly at the receding cart.

"...at least fuck me first." She muttered.

She went back inside and stared at the log. It was a pretty big round, 7 feet high and 5 feet in diameter. Solid oak as she had assessed earlier. Enough to yield 12 2x4' planks of 7 foot height.

"But that would be a waste". She mused aloud. She ran her hand along the log, felt the vibrations as it continued to expand and contract. Like it was breathing.

Living wood. She thought. What does one do with living wood?

She remembered when she and her mother went to a traveling circus, and she begged her to pay twopence to see a puppet show. She got a front row seat, and leaned so far over the railing to get a closer look at the dancing wooden marionettes that she almost fell over into the orchestra pit. She barely remembered the contents of the show itself, but she always remembered the poster that reeled her in. "A MAGICAL NIGHT! AN EVENING OF WONDERS RENDERED IN LIVING WOOD"

"Alright then." She said. "A puppet it is.", and went to the shed to get her tools.

She started by sawing off all unnecessary material. She was worred that the log would raise a racket during the first big cuts but surprisingly she didn't get a peep, as if the wood sensed her intentions. She divided the wood into 6 pieces, for the head, arms, legs, and torso. She carved the head first, modeling it after a young man she had a crush on in college. She formed the arms and legs, designing them to be lithe yet muscular. She didn't really know why she saved the torso for last.

As she worked, she thought back to Andrea. Pretty much everytime she visited, they wound up having sex. To be honest, she kind of looked forward to it. That last spectacular encounter in college sort of fucked all that hate out of her, and now she just enjoyed getting a rise out of her because it made the sex better.

_Why didn't she want me this time? _She thought. As these thoughts were flying through her head, she was working on the torso, forming a chest and set of abs that would make a prime Schwarzenegger jealous. She continued to work her way lower... and lower...

Its been so long since I've gotten any... Maybe I should visit her for once. But would she even want me? What about Shawna? That little tart hasn't aged a day. Or maybe some dick for a change. Maybe go a couple rounds with the town guard. God knows they're always down to fuck. Man, this sucks. When I was young men and women used to fall at my feet. Now, they still do but my back hurts.

As she reminisced about her sexual exploits, how she bedded daughters, sons, fathers, mothers, twins, and how she wanted so badly to bed many more, she continued to work on the torso. Finally, she snapped out of her reverie and got a good look at her work. Her eyes widened.

There, underneath the chest and abs that would make any male model jealous, there was an erect, 10-inch, lovingly rendered cock.