On my morning run through Riverside Park at 5:30 a.m. (I love running in this slop) I spotted a couple on a bench. She had nice legs. He looked like a dork--which is how anyone with a girl I'd like to fuck looks.
As I got closer he reached into a big bag and pulled out two Heinekens. I could hear the pshewzzzz of the cap opening. He said, "want one?" as I wheezed by.
Tempting. Who knows, maybe she would have offered herself next. That escape looked good. I won't deny it. Full of promise. Of course, all I had to do was look a few benches away to know how the story would turn out for me.
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