troubled by stickie,and this really IS the final installment.serves me right for being such a lecherous old cnut.

i decided to get up and out,
early.ish.
and visit the big tesco store near where i work.
yes i might bump into her,
but what odds?

so,
anyway,
i got off the bus fairly close to where i catch it every morning when i'm working.

set off down the hill to tesco's,
it really is quite a jaunt.

got within about 100yds of tesco,
and i could see her,
ahead of me.

so,
i put a bit of a spurt on,
caught her up,
she had a mobile phone pressed to her ear.
and on the other hand were rings,
yup,
those rings.

anyway,
i marched alongside,
she looked,
i looked,
i smiled,
put my hand up,
not a word spoken,
and off i sped,
to my destination.
not knowing if she had been on her way to tesco or what.

so,
i pottered around the store.
only wanted a few things,
paid for my stuff.
and made my way up to the bus stop.
had planned to walk into town,
but couldn't be bothered.
had a coat because of the rain,
and the sweat was running off me.
homewards i thought.
and don't spare the horses.

well,
i got to my stop,
had barely sat down,
and to my astonishment,
stickie was walking up the road,
on the opposite side,
not from the direction of tesco's,
but from the opposite direction.
how the fuck did she do that?

she CAN walk at a fair old pace,
but so can i.

it's as if she'd jumped into a car at tesco's,
gone back up to the stop,
out of town,
then was walking back into town.

she was carrying her coat this time.
she looked hot, ( as in sweaty )
quite dishevelled,
straggly,almost waist lenght hair,
brown with blonde streaks.
as if she'd got dressed in a hurry,
she's so ever so slightly built.
seemed so tiny,
and yet,
when we've chatted,
she hasn't seemed short at all.
the body of a half-starved 13yr old.
she looked bothered.
and she looked bedraggled.

glanced over at me,
with a blank expression.
marched back up the hill,
the way that she does every morning in the week,
and was gone.

selling her body?
she couldn't 've had time.
selling something else maybe?
and do i really want to know?

bye'bye stickie.

fuck talking to strangers.

that's probably what she's thinking right now to.


PEOPLE!
you just never know.

This is pure poetry Eric
I love it

if you say so mate.

but this one really is the tail-ender.

i'm too old for that shit.

erixter wrote:fuck talking to strangers.

that's probably what she's thinking right now to.


PEOPLE!
you just never know.

Ask her for a shot like this eric....then post it on here

i wouldn't dare.

couldn't possibly.

how much might it cost?

and i wouldn't know how.

nice pic boat.

erixter wrote:i wouldn't dare.

couldn't possibly.

how much might it cost?

and i wouldn't know how.

I'd imagine she'd take is a compliment and she might even ask you back round to her place for an afternoon shag

i'd imagine that she might not give a toss either way,
as long i had the cash.


and there is most definitely something very weird about her.



she is history mate.

i can't help wondering if her astonishing appearance as i waited for my bus home,
was something to do with my being there.
but how?
why?

bitofatwat wrote:

erixter wrote:fuck talking to strangers.

that's probably what she's thinking right now to.


PEOPLE!
you just never know.

Ask her for a shot like this eric....then post it on here

Two thoughts.

(i) This appears to be a photo of someone taking a photo? No mirror?
(ii) I could eat her for every meal and never get bored.

Oh, and she might have the most perfect telephones** I've ever seen


**Check out your Dalí

yup,
they're nice.

i've been thinking,
again!

maybe as i walked past her,
she went back up the hill,
out of town,
then back by my stop.

but WHY??

i really would like to know.

and no,
i won't be asking her.

currently bracing myself for a meeting the her old man.

one very good reason for backing off,
and getting to my bus stop a bit later.