One summer, as my wanderings took me through the town of Christine, TX, my pillion du jour leaned forward to inform me that she was hot (she was).
I suggested she remove the sweater vest she wore over her long sleeved shirt. Instead, she decided to wear only the vest, removing it and her shirt as we rode through the little town.My rear views were full, I'll tell you, as, I assume, were the eyes of any townsfolk who were not at siesta.
Nothing like that happened this past week.
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1 comment:
what a shame Mike, Sorrow fills my heart for your misfortune!
Brrraaaaahhhh! Made me smile!
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