I was just playing my guitar down at the Run and Tell Drive In when I saw her.
She came on softly.
I’m not sure what “came on” means, but she did it softly.
She looked silky, although “silky” really isn’t a descriptive word for a woman.
And she smelled like a baby, which in itself could be a problem, because babies can smell really crappy and like sour milk, but she smelled like the good, clean babies. Somehow, the thought of that being a turn-on doesn’t make me look really good…but um, anyway, I played my guitar and she was there softly.
Really, that’s all there was to it officer. Can I make a phone call?
Forgive the skipped day. Between mom, Clynt, surgery and a migraine, life got in the way.