| It was dark. I sat on the park bench, alone, crying. I sat there -
freshly wedded, freshly bedded, freshly deflowered. My husband slept in
our room, on our nuptial bed, snoring drunkenly, sharing it with a pink
wet spot.
Tincture of lost innocence, lost hopes, lost dreams.
A man walked by, stopped, turned, and stared.
His eyes revealed nothing, yet hinted at everything - mystery, romance,
danger. My heart stopped, my tears stopped, and I stared back, too
surprised to run, which is what I knew I should do.
He sat beside me. I stared. My objections were all silent, my
rejection unvoiced.
His eyes held me, captivated me, sent me on a journey I'd never been on
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Great Boobs
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