Thursday, September 10, 2015

A Discourse on Beauty

The pretty woman with the very long legs, perched on very high heels, in a very short skirt, teeters outside my work building as the rain lets up. She is chatting animatedly with the two button-down guys, presumably from her office.

The three guys from ConEd digging up the street have all stopped dead in their tracks, struck dumb by her figure. They stare, unashamed, slack-jawed and grinning like idiots, naked lust in their eyes, while she stands and talks, and they seem unsure whether to whistle, cat-call, or just bear witness, until one finally shakes his head ruefully, breaking the spell, and they return to work.

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