Pow-Pow Cowboy

Billie Bob Taylor 

The staff helped me into my harness and helmet as Benedito watched them with a careful eye. He was always so overbearing about someone else touching me that he felt the need to linger around like a stalker which made the man helping incredibly nervous. 

"Benedito, você o está deixando desconfortável," I chuckled as the man fiddled around with the buckles at the back. Vitor had done this so often he did it himself. He leaned against the wall watching us with an amused expression. (You're making him uncomfortable.)

"Bom," Benedito grinned which made Vitor laugh. (Good.)

"Você é uma ameaça," he directed to Benedito as he shook his head. (You're a menace.)

"Alright I'm all done," the young man bounced up and clapped his hands. His cheeks were terribly flustered as his eyes danced around us then decided to settle at looking at the wall, "As you come down you will climb down the wall or ask one of us to lower you."