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Miss Billings rode her motorbike into the forecourt of the garage and down the side which led to the workshop. I watched her ride her blonde long hair pushing out from her headscarf and helmet and her goggles insect like. I served a customer who drove up to a pump. Once the car had driven off after paying me and taking a receipt I went back to the little front office. She came to the office doorway. Benny boy have you missed me? she said. I gazed at her with her flowing blonde hair and her glasses with the coloured frames. I looked at her Marilyn Monroe figure. Yes I said. Why have you missed me? she said I am such a ***** to you. I like it when you're around I said. Do you fancy me Kid? she said. I felt my face redden. You do she said in laughing voice you've no chance Kid and walked away inside. I hadn't said I did but maybe I did deep down hidden from sight. Sometimes in bed late and dark I snuggled down with my image of her and switched off the light.
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May 9, 2018
May 9, 2018 at 3:41 PM UTC
Image of Her 1963
Miss Billings rode her motorbike into the forecourt of the garage and down the side which led to the workshop. I watched her ride her blonde long hair pushing out from her headscarf and helmet and her goggles insect like. I served a customer who drove up to a pump. Once the car had driven off after paying me and taking a receipt I went back to the little front office. She came to the office doorway. Benny boy have you missed me? she said. I gazed at her with her flowing blonde hair and her glasses with the coloured frames. I looked at her Marilyn Monroe figure. Yes I said. Why have you missed me? she said I am such a ***** to you. I like it when you're around I said. Do you fancy me Kid? she said. I felt my face redden. You do she said in laughing voice you've no chance Kid and walked away inside. I hadn't said I did but maybe I did deep down hidden from sight. Sometimes in bed late and dark I snuggled down with my image of her and switched off the light.
TerryCollett
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May 9, 2018
May 9, 2018 at 3:41 PM UTC
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