Well, if they are going to read what I write, might as well make it interesting.
It was a hot Fourth of July, and I don’t mean Fahrenheit hot. She was seventeen with a body firmed and toned by her cheerleading. She came up out of the pool wearing an orange bikini with water dripping from places that make a young man’s fancy turn to thoughts of......
Yeah, NSA.....go back to looking at pictures of cats.
I don’t know about the NSA but I would like to hear the rest of that story.
LOL!
Thatz it?
You gotta finish the story....