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April 1st, 2007 06:07 PM |
The story of my life...
Now what she doesn't realise (and a lot of people don't realise this) is that you look bloody good for your age. Anyone can look good in a shirt and trousers. But you actually look good. Especially for your age. You pull your jumper over your head and throw it to the floor. A few tugs and your shirt crumples around your feet. You kick off your shoes and bend down to remove your socks. You look up to see the brunette, shocked and intrigued. With a deft flick your belt snakes out of the hooks on your trousers. Your trousers fall and you stand, pink and hairy in the middle of the aisle. The brunette puts a hand to her mouth.
You take a hand to your balls, cupping them and displaying your penis. "Pretty good, eh? For my age?" You perform a little twirl, "You wouldn't give up on this would you?" The squeak of shoes behind you makes you turn to see several security guards coming at you from the direction of the checkouts. You stand your ground. As the men circle you they grab you reluctantly, careful where to put their hands. One of them scoops your clothes up and forces you into your trousers. "Stupid old perv," offers the fattest of the guards, avoiding your eyes. They drag you to the front of the shop (the police are on the way, you are informed). As they take you past the queues at the checkout you turn to confront your audience, "You want some? You all do!" Catching a glimpse of your reflection in the automatic doors you smile--you'll never lose your smile.
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