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____ | Notes:
This is a piece from the trunk. It was originally written for one men's
magazine or another, but never was in print that I know of. In deference
to the Communications Decency Act, I have taken the liberty of changing
certain offensive words to remove the indecent nature of some portions of
this and render it safe for children. Until and unless I install security
protocols, I will do my best to keep some sort of "R" rated
standard to these pages. - HW
My neighbor is named Patty. She is a nurse. When she comes home from work, I can see her ***s against the outline of her (excised). She is proud of her fluffy. When she is gardening, she leans over with her fluffy in my direction, to show it off to me. She is vain. In a loud argument one day, she admitted it. There is a portrait of her in the front of her house. Once, she washed the windows. She made sure that she used her ***s to wipe off the inside of the window. She made sure that she made my Mister Happy ***. She did it that way because she wanted to be admired in that way.She wants to make my whatchamacallit ****. She wants to watch my joyfulness drool from the *** of my Mister Happy, yellow and thick from too many days without. She wants to feel my joyfulness ***, up against the warm, slick walls of her ***. Up against the warm, wet, slick place between her (expletive deleted), the place of ***, the place of her vanity. Patty craves attention from Mister Happies, though she doesn't know whether or ... no. Patty is a *** creature. She looks at you, it isn't with the idea of a magical kiss on a moonlit beach. She wonders how your Mister Happy will feel up against her ***. Wonders what it would feel like to have you so worked up you *** all over her neck as she's admiring you. Patty looks at enough Mister Happies to know. She sees a lot of them hard, too. It's an occupational hazard no one talks about. Patty wonders what many of them would be like ... up inside. She fantasizes about ethnic Mister Happies, and (censored) Mister Happies, but she never could admit to anyone, even herself, that this is true. She's not a babe in the woods. But she prides herself in being good. She prides herself in being a good ***, a good ***, and knowing her way around the head of a Mister Happy. She has that secret smugness of the knowing woman. She can have any Mister Happy that she really wants. But that's eroding now. She used to have it, but she's starting to get undeniably older. She is losing her young girl's *** figure. The sweet ripeness of her full *** is drooping. The tautness has disappeared from her belly. But she is still a great ***. Piece of fluffy, Mister! (expletives deleted). That is her unshakable belief. It is her unshakable belief because she is afraid. She is just as afraid of you as you are of her. If you are attractive to her, and give her a Mister Happy's worth of your attention, she will be happy. Patty, unfortunately, is as hypnotized by a *** Mister Happy as a rabbit is by a snake. Over the years, she's learned to like the taste of the venom.
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