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Johnny didn't know who the dame was at the bus stop, but she caught his eye standing there on her cellphone, blue eyes, and night pink top, and well endowed, and ********* the keyboard, she looked at him then looked away, he was going to smile, but she looked away too quick, but she looked ok, nice figure, and not too tall or short, just about his size, he wanted to know her name, and maybe fix a date, but the bus stop was crowded, and other kept getting his view of her, then she moved along, and she was out of his sight, and some old codger was there standing sniffing, then he saw her again she was texting someone on the phone, her face frowning, then she tucked the phone in her jeans pocket, and looked at the road, Johnny studied her, took in her frame, the way she stood, her hips and thighs, and her blue eyes, and imagined maybe she's say, hey mister you want to come sit by me and we can chat and all that? but she didn't she just looked at the road, then the bus came along, and she was on board before he got there, and the driver said sorry no more I'm full, and so drove off, and the dame in the pink top had gone, and so had his dream dame, nice hips, thighs, and blue eyes but no name.
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Jun 6, 2016
Jun 6, 2016 at 3:18 AM UTC
DAME WITH NO NAME.
Johnny didn't know who the dame was at the bus stop, but she caught his eye standing there on her cellphone, blue eyes, and night pink top, and well endowed, and ********* the keyboard, she looked at him then looked away, he was going to smile, but she looked away too quick, but she looked ok, nice figure, and not too tall or short, just about his size, he wanted to know her name, and maybe fix a date, but the bus stop was crowded, and other kept getting his view of her, then she moved along, and she was out of his sight, and some old codger was there standing sniffing, then he saw her again she was texting someone on the phone, her face frowning, then she tucked the phone in her jeans pocket, and looked at the road, Johnny studied her, took in her frame, the way she stood, her hips and thighs, and her blue eyes, and imagined maybe she's say, hey mister you want to come sit by me and we can chat and all that? but she didn't she just looked at the road, then the bus came along, and she was on board before he got there, and the driver said sorry no more I'm full, and so drove off, and the dame in the pink top had gone, and so had his dream dame, nice hips, thighs, and blue eyes but no name.
A MAN AND THE WOMAN IN THE PINK TOP.
TerryCollett
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Jun 6, 2016
Jun 6, 2016 at 3:18 AM UTC
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