No one was looking at me....no one was shouting puffter..queer..arsebandid... It was all just calm, and people going about there business, as normal. I finished my coffee and retraced my steps as I had to meet my wife in the same bar as I had left just fifteen minutes ago. I still had an hour or so before she would be back, so I took a slow walk and let the air clear my head. I'd had these rumblings for years about who and what I was and my feelings towards both men and women. I loved my wife, but did I love her as a friend or a sexual person. I hadn't known. A guy in my office, did I like him as a friend or did I want to have sex with him. Probably the latter, but was to to afraid to admit it. I'd just pushed all these thoughts to the back of my head...treating them with contempt and hatred. I'm not gay. I'm not gay. Ok. Who am I k**ding. Something was there. I looked at my hand thinking how it felt wrapping my hand around that piece of flesh and feeling the blood flow through the. ..Where do you look? I've got it... The Mall. That is where I decided to go. I first went to the food court to just look around. A few tables across from me sat a Milf in her thirties drinking a soda and looking a bit lost. She was a teenage boy's wet dream just waiting to happen. She was wearing a pair of loose white shorts and a blouse that buttoned down the front. In other words showing nothing yet leaving everything open to speculation.Then a pair of shapely hips slid into view between me and the Milf. For a second it almost angered me.Then I recognized those hips, Rose Mary Tate. One day in class a few of us boys were speculating on her measurements. She overheard us and frowned, I threw her a kiss and she smiled. As class let out I was waiting to leave when Rose Mary slipped something in my shirt pocket.I stopped by my locker, with the locker door open I pulled out the piece of paper Rose Mary had placed there. I smiled and the grinned. All that was on the paper was...33-23-34..
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