Thursday, September 22, 2011

Missy and Max sat on the steps of the Old Bank.....

smoking cigarettes,,,,
eating Hershey's Kisses....
Canoodling......
while the aromas of tobacco....and chocolate....and wet lips....
 wafted through the sublimely, humid air....
One could only IMAGINE what thoughts were taking form in Max's boy ish/man ish mind...
Well...truth be told....
one only need take a GANDER at Max to see EXACTLY what was UP !!
LOLOL
And Missy, well...
She was SMITTEN....
He was SO DIFFERENT...
SO FAMILIAR...
SO HOT !!!
Yup...
These two would have MANY "Illicit THOUGHTS" to beg pardon for on these
coming HIGH HOLY DAYS....
Well...
after all...
This was the NATURE of the BEAST, wasn't it ???

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