Scaramouche
Master Don Juan
Man does not live by bread alone,very true,and so I have the inevitable drudge of shopping to keep body and soul together...
Sadly in my neck of the Woods we only have a McScrooge Supermarket,others have tried to establish themselves as competition,but thanks to political patronage,their monopoly together with usurious prices is maintained ....contemplating the treasures of the Deli counter last week,I witnessed a minor accident,some chick had got her ring caught in the gizmo that cuts off a piece of clear plastic wrap,she cut her finger....her Coworker ran over,"Oh you poor thing Mila,and on your birthday too"...I looked at our victim,quite plain in the face,but a body to die for...rather short,less than five foot,but overall very nice...
Thinking quickly,I decided that she deserved a Birthday present,ducking over to the cut flowers section,I selected a nice bunch of Tiger Lilies,next a nice gift card,over to the card department,sure a bit expensive but McScrooge can afford it....No Pen! over to the Ball point section,now to find a quiet spot to write a heart felt message..."I wish I were a Lily and Mila chose me for her bower,I'd lie upon her snow white breast,and die a wintry flower",then my Name and cell phone No...Replace the Pen....Scarra is no common thief I'll have you know!...so we remove the price tags and over to the deli counter to proudly present our Birthday wishes and Bouquet to the lovely Mila...
next day about Lunch time I got a Text..Dear Scarra,could you join me at my place for coffee tomorrow round lunchtime....never one to be backward in coming forward I straightaway sent my acceptance to the assignation...
So to fast forward,a pleasant chat,much fluttering of eyelids a little Kino,and before you know it,it's time to go....she was very iffy about my leaving...as Shakespeare said,"So sweetly she bade me adieu,methought that she asked me to stay"...as I walked in front of her,we went down one step,I turned a one eighty,grasped her waist with both hands,our faces being at the same level,I kissed her just to the side of her lips,and hugged her,she melted,so I moved my lips to make a full on contact and after a minute of positive feed back,whipped my arms under her legs,and carried her back to her Bedroom...A very pleasant interface followed.
So you say,another Plate?sadly No,she was a separated woman with an Italian Husband,from the Marriage Photos on the Mantel Piece a big ugly brute...Guys,sweet as she is,it aint worth the hassle.
Sadly in my neck of the Woods we only have a McScrooge Supermarket,others have tried to establish themselves as competition,but thanks to political patronage,their monopoly together with usurious prices is maintained ....contemplating the treasures of the Deli counter last week,I witnessed a minor accident,some chick had got her ring caught in the gizmo that cuts off a piece of clear plastic wrap,she cut her finger....her Coworker ran over,"Oh you poor thing Mila,and on your birthday too"...I looked at our victim,quite plain in the face,but a body to die for...rather short,less than five foot,but overall very nice...
Thinking quickly,I decided that she deserved a Birthday present,ducking over to the cut flowers section,I selected a nice bunch of Tiger Lilies,next a nice gift card,over to the card department,sure a bit expensive but McScrooge can afford it....No Pen! over to the Ball point section,now to find a quiet spot to write a heart felt message..."I wish I were a Lily and Mila chose me for her bower,I'd lie upon her snow white breast,and die a wintry flower",then my Name and cell phone No...Replace the Pen....Scarra is no common thief I'll have you know!...so we remove the price tags and over to the deli counter to proudly present our Birthday wishes and Bouquet to the lovely Mila...
next day about Lunch time I got a Text..Dear Scarra,could you join me at my place for coffee tomorrow round lunchtime....never one to be backward in coming forward I straightaway sent my acceptance to the assignation...
So to fast forward,a pleasant chat,much fluttering of eyelids a little Kino,and before you know it,it's time to go....she was very iffy about my leaving...as Shakespeare said,"So sweetly she bade me adieu,methought that she asked me to stay"...as I walked in front of her,we went down one step,I turned a one eighty,grasped her waist with both hands,our faces being at the same level,I kissed her just to the side of her lips,and hugged her,she melted,so I moved my lips to make a full on contact and after a minute of positive feed back,whipped my arms under her legs,and carried her back to her Bedroom...A very pleasant interface followed.
So you say,another Plate?sadly No,she was a separated woman with an Italian Husband,from the Marriage Photos on the Mantel Piece a big ugly brute...Guys,sweet as she is,it aint worth the hassle.
