Pushing the Envelope part6
by Solo Teens Blog at eighteen or nineteen (I was all of twenty-one, legal wherever they
could sell you booze)–and she was walking an Irish setter. I like
Irish setters. I left the Swordfish to his tumblebunny and made the
dog’s acquaintance. The girl told me his name was Zeke and hers was
Kim. I told her mine and we chatted.
Kim was eighteen then, fresh from a small city in Iowa, I don’t
remember the name, but she was just starting whatever the local
college was. She was seething with hormones, a sexual cornucopia
waiting to happen. I brought her back to meet everyone else, and we
waited to see how she’d get along with Betty. Betty approved, and Kim
stayed with us (or we stayed near Kim) for five or six months, until
we were forced onward by the February blahs and the Swordfish’s quest
to fuck a woman whose middle name started with Q (he’d already run the
alphabet through first and last names).
…End of the part6. To be continued..