GOODS WITH THE LOOKS Lou’de’Spencer was on a roll, Ironing broad was finally wilting to his charm. A date was his utmost goal. Stella Cans had a nice body even though she was a bit cold. Brenda Blender pulsed with life, She liked her guys more mature and old. Dominic Cork had just popped out for awhile. He was my mate we did everything together, He came from a rich vintage of class and style. Edwin Tin sat chatting to Russell Hob. Edwin always kept himself to himself and a tight lid on things, Russell was the opposite he had a naturally flowing gob. Finally there was Michael Wave he did everything fast. He was always spot on time but had a very checkered past. Ironing Broad came in, sat down legs crossed. I was determined to press her for a date, Many had tried all had lost. Still my hormones were aflush I moved in. “Hi my name is Lou’De’Spencer can I buy you a drink?” She smiled heat lit up her cheeks. “No you may not your always stuck in a hole.” “Ive changed my ways I am clean now.” “I haven’t strayed for many weeks.” “If you want me you have to be reliable and kind.” Just let me get to know you,” “I’m sure we could have a good time and unwind.” Dominic Cork came back. “Now there’s a man with a lot of bottle.” Ironing Broad patted her dress trying not to get it creased anymore. “Well if you like him I’ll go and see Debra around the bend I’m sure to score.” “I wouldn’t count on it she’s not that easy to get between the sheets.” Brenda Blender had finished whizzing about, She had turned on the TV and was watching her favorite soap. She also liked the mixed athletics heats. Still as a De’Spencer it is my duty to try to pull Ironing Broad, I will try again to impress her she will be mine. Maybe I will by her a chain, Maybe I will buy her flowers, We could have so many happy hours. Lou’s Dreams flush away, He disappears around the bend…Birth sign: Scorpio
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