The two women laid in his bed waited for

The two women laid in his bed waited for him to get back.The black,thin one kissing the red head's breasts softly on the niples.She moaned and looked up to him when he came in from
the caber tossing competition. Sweat gleamed from his bald head & glistened on his gigantic handlebar mustache. Seeing them, his tartan tented & his bald pate fairly glowed red.
Mr. Proper was having unclean thoughts, sudsy drool dripped from his flashing smile as he winked. The wood he was tossing was too much for the ladies in the front row
His legs began to vibrate and spasm uncontrollably. The ladies in the front row clawed closer, their eyes turning in to black slits. He gripped the wood with both hands and
...WHAAACK!! The bat almost exploded in his hands as he paused only for an instant to watch the ball sail high over 2nd base. The ladies leapt to their feet, cheering, & he sped
to home base. He became very popular among the middle school kids. That was ten years ago. Now at the age of 33, he was getting ready for the biggest game of his career. He stepped
into the arena, wondering if he still had the strength to become again the fighter he once was. To be admired again, to be on the spotlight. Of course, all he could think of was th
at grand feeling of importance. Everything else paled in comparison. He knew if he kept fighting, he'd be risking permanent bodily harm. His line of work was unforgiving.
He was the guy who took the school photos.
Always being behind the camera he was never photographed himself, and his memory on Earth will fade in just a couple of generations. Dust in the wind.

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