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The Helpless Ogler

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She opened the door. His eyes almost popped out of their sockets just as her boobs did from, what he thought was, her underthings. He presumed she’d change into something warmer, sober. She put on a front-open cardigan. All evening, he tried hard not to ogle. She noticed.

His first African date was a catastrophe.

Written by Sangfroid

June 29, 2010 at 2:00 pm

Posted in iWrite

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  1. experience speaks!

    notmanish

    June 29, 2010 at 3:08 pm

    • Of course it does! And so does imagination šŸ™‚

      Sangfroid

      June 29, 2010 at 5:14 pm

  2. If this was the first date, I would like to read about your second date šŸ˜‰

    Kunal

    July 1, 2010 at 4:57 pm

  3. Am sure she was flattered.. If she dint want him to notice, she would have worn something sober šŸ˜‰

    Winnie the poohi

    August 3, 2010 at 7:45 am


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