My Wet Dream [g7][M/d]
I am out in the yard, planting shrubs around the mailbox. I am wearing
headphones and singing along loudly to Rancid’s “Indestructable.”
“…Hells Angels in my neighborhood, it was always understood… I was
runnin’ out from the Angels, I was a little fuckin’ hood… Punk rock
was my way out and it was always in my blood- I don’t give a fuck, I
was
locked up- Should be dead or in jaiiiilllllll……….” I am
screaming
when I feel a tap on my shoulder.
“Mrs. Morgan, my Mom asked me if I could come over here and ask if
you’d
sing quieter…”
There she stood. The pedophile’s wet dream. She seriously was perfect.
Shoulder length golden-blond hair, cut in a pixie style. She had most
of
it pulled behind her ears, but a few strands hung in her face,
highlighting her giant ice-blue eyes. Then there was her pert, slightly
upturned nose, and those lucious lips, just begging to be kissed.
“Yes, of course, Laurie… I’m very sorry” I apologized.
“What was it you were singing, anyway? It sure had alot of bad words in
it.” She asked.