“There is nothing more driven
than a pervert with a mission.”
“Are
you suggesting…?”
“Not
at all…you can allay your suspicions.”
“Why
broach it if you didn’t mean it?”
“There
was no implication….”
“Oh!
Just an observation?”
“Absolutely.”
“Yet
you cast dispersion…”
“Disagree.
As in-offensive as I could possibly be.”
“I
see…….sounds like bullshit to me.”
“Sorry we don’t agree.”
“Sorry we don’t agree.”
“Is
there a point to all this? This repartee? Because I’m now taking it seriously.”
“Please,
not personally…”
“You
can bet, personally. Wouldn’t you
if you were me?”
“Quiet.
Here she comes…”
“Gentlemen. So sorry for the wait. I’m putting you at our best table, with my personal apologies.”
“Gentlemen. So sorry for the wait. I’m putting you at our best table, with my personal apologies.”
“No…it’s okay…really…really…”
“Please
follow me.”
“Oh.
What a body…heavenly” thought McGee as he gazed her glide, following, fixated, from the
backside lusting, realizing Carter was right. Damn he.
She
pulled his chair with an inward lean
The
most luscious mounds he’d ever seen…
His
breath escaped, he stood frozen…exposed…as his ardor rose.
“Oh
lord, it shows…” said Carter with glee. As the room stood simultaneously, applauding in practiced unity,
“There is nothing more driven
than a pervert with a mission!”
Damn
that Carter...Cruel Joke...on me.
Yet a friend, is a friend, when a friend is in need,
and later, much later, she accompanied me quite willingly.
Low and behold,
first shy, soon bold
Insights gleaned
souls unfold
first she...then me...then she...then me...
on and on
and obviously
We share the same
Depravities.
Good man, that Carter.
I owe him my wife.
Low and behold,
first shy, soon bold
Insights gleaned
souls unfold
first she...then me...then she...then me...
on and on
and obviously
We share the same
Depravities.
Good man, that Carter.
I owe him my wife.
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