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In case you did not know this from before, I am making sure now that you are aware that this blog is completely mine and mine alone. In other words, I say what I want, to whoever I want, however I want, whenever I want. I am entitled to my own opinions as you are to yours. If you don't like what you read, then please go away and never bother to come back. You were not forced or coerced into coming here and most definitely, you are not obligated to stay. So leave, if you think you should. No if's, no and's, no but's, no exceptions.
In case you did not know this from before, I am making sure now that you are aware that this blog is completely mine and mine alone. In other words, I say what I want, to whoever I want, however I want, whenever I want. I am entitled to my own opinions as you are to yours. If you don't like what you read, then please go away and never bother to come back. You were not forced or coerced into coming here and most definitely, you are not obligated to stay. So leave, if you think you should. No if's, no and's, no but's, no exceptions.
Saturday, November 08, 2003
I was at my local used book store yesterday, and I saw something I have not seen in many years.
Once or maybe twice a week, I visit my local Goodwill thrift store, where they have a bunch of used paperback books. I love to read and this is a way I can get books I missed along the line at really cheap prices, like under a buck apiece. So, I was walking in from the parking lot and I followed a women. My eye was immediately drawn to her legs. She was wearing a short housedress type of dress and heels, and then the best part, stockings, with seams. No, not pantyhose, but real stockings, with seams! And Cuban heels! Wow! I know these were stockings because the wind blew her dress up a bit and I saw the stocking tops, and garters. Black garters, no less! Wow! It has been many years since I saw such a sight. My eyes felt good, very good, for seeing this extraordinary sight. I was pretty far away, but I saw this. I lost track of her after she entered the store, even though I wandered around a while and looked. Sigh. So, I went over to the corner where the books are located and started looking though them, which after all, was the task at hand. It takes a while since there are a great many books on the shelves. I found several of interest, picked them out, and went to pay for the books I had selected. On the way out, I saw her again, walking out in front of me from the front doors into the parking lot and again, the wind blew her dress up a bit and I was treated to another glimpse of stocking tops and garters. I never saw her face. She got into a car that pulled up in front and I noticed there was a guy driving though I did not see him clearly. I envy this guy. This is not a perverted sort of thing, just some old-fashioned underwear and is very sexy for us guys, which is why I envy this particular guy, who has a woman who takes the time and makes the effort to dress nicely for herself and maybe also, for him.
Posted by: Rowlfe - at: 11/08/2003 11:47:00 PM
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