I was 15. Her name was Myrna.
She was a girl I had never seen before that came up to me in the school library. She knew who I was and thought that we should get to know each other better. I thought she seemed to be a sweet young thing, but she dressed like Sunday school and had a friend who looked like nothing else but a troll.
I tried to politely put her off, but she persisted and suggested we go to a movie, on her dime. I countered with a restricted movie, but somehow she talked her straight laced parents into it. Her father had to be coaxed up from the basement."You think this is a good movie?" he asked me with a sidelong look. I assured him that Easy Rider was critically acclaimed. It certainly was educational. The sex in the graveyard bit saw me through many a lonely night.
On the ride home with my stop was approaching, I thought about seeing her home and having to take another bus back. Not for long though. "This is my stop," I said "it's been peachy."
Sorry Myrna, but you did learn the value of keeping clear of assholes. Some women never do.
(the other guy not the one that gave you coochie warts, Wed 9 Jan 2013, 3:18, 2 replies)

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( Amorous Badger NAKED BEA ARTHUR PHOTOS 4U, Wed 9 Jan 2013, 18:12, closed)

I do have a blog
but I know you are not subscribed to it. I got bots before I installed Captcha, now I get nothing.
So fuck off, you are an insensitive person.
(the other guy not the one that gave you coochie warts, Wed 9 Jan 2013, 23:07, closed)