In the library putting in a shift and two love birds are scourging my tits nearby. All the usual stuff. Anyway, she puts her legs up on his knees and he, in possibly the most socially awkward tone Ive ever heard, says; well those are heavy legs!, followed by a sudden silence. Thats horrible, she eventually hits back. At that I just had to take a proper glimpse only to see that dreaded expression on the poor chaps face and the the removal of the legs. Like a wee lamb caught in headlights. Realisation plastered all over his face. Itll be a long night for him after that blunder. Would rather listen to the whispering and giggling, than know a mans dying a painful, silent death just meters away. It was all going so well too..
Posted on: Tue, 28 Oct 2014 22:00:52 +0000