Having my way with Ulysses

Young jucy crinkled and plump

I am not jealous of what came before me. Come with a man on your shoulders, come with a hundred men in your hair, come with a thousand men between your breasts and your feet, come like a river full of drowned men which flows down to the wild sea, to the eternal surf, to Time!Why did I let him take the flower?  I’m shamefaced just thinking about it.  The one thing here that’s mine.  And him sending port and pears and peaches and a jar of that nasty junk to an invalid.  Again: different invalid.  Doesn’t seem the charitable type to me.  Other way around, I’d say; I let him take a good long look at my peaches and pretended not to notice.  Notice a few different titles here today.  Maybe something new in the back.  Let him look.  My little gift.  I counted fruit and waited for the H E L Y ‘S guys go past again. Y is pretty cute. Too bad he has to follow that creepy E all day. Wouldnt mind hooking up with my flower thief but I’ll probably just end up with Y.  Or with my luck E!  God scrub that thought from my brain right now!  Ick. Well.  Flirting with customers never goes anywhere so what’s the damage?  He’s a nice dresser, I wonder who is his invalid this time.  And what’s she going to do with a basket of fruit?  Wouldn’t impress me.  Hello! he’s getting off the phone.  Maybe I’ll give him another peek.

One Response to Young jucy crinkled and plump

Intercourse, eyeball to eyeball.