Writer's Embellishment to Your Life
A Short Interruption into Your Life That Never Happened
Pt. 1
So you slipped your card out and gave it to the blonde while your wife and her friend went to the bathroom. She gave you her number on a napkin upon which she pressed her cherry red lips.
The following Tuesday while your wife was out working you invited the beautiful woman for tea. She came over and you used your standard "Coffee, tea, or me" line which never fails to get a chuckle and before you knew it you were in bed doing the horizontal bop.
The doorbell rang and it was Nancy, your wife, at the door with too many groceries. The blonde had the foresight to park her car at the house next door. You helped Nancy to bring in the groceries in your bathrobe while the blonde named Betty waltzed out the bedroom window.
Barely having consummated your lust for Betty who had been in middle school with you, you dreamed of those days when she was the crossing guard and watched as you walked across the street with your bicycle. It was red with a white stripe, but I digress.
Betty and you had seen each other once a year or once every other year at the same pub on New Year's. This year you had decided to be bold. This year you weren't just going to drink to her with your eyes...
Pt. 1
So you slipped your card out and gave it to the blonde while your wife and her friend went to the bathroom. She gave you her number on a napkin upon which she pressed her cherry red lips.
The following Tuesday while your wife was out working you invited the beautiful woman for tea. She came over and you used your standard "Coffee, tea, or me" line which never fails to get a chuckle and before you knew it you were in bed doing the horizontal bop.
The doorbell rang and it was Nancy, your wife, at the door with too many groceries. The blonde had the foresight to park her car at the house next door. You helped Nancy to bring in the groceries in your bathrobe while the blonde named Betty waltzed out the bedroom window.
Barely having consummated your lust for Betty who had been in middle school with you, you dreamed of those days when she was the crossing guard and watched as you walked across the street with your bicycle. It was red with a white stripe, but I digress.
Betty and you had seen each other once a year or once every other year at the same pub on New Year's. This year you had decided to be bold. This year you weren't just going to drink to her with your eyes...
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