Beanie was a character, a children's clown who gave away balloons on the Wharf and who lived in an old warehouse down in the Mission district. She and...I had fallen into bed after meeting by chance in a bar while I was familiarizing myself with the City's weather peculiarities: It was July! I was having soup and recovering from freezing my ass off in my way-too-light windbreaker that I had erroneously thought would be adequate while waiting for a bus to come up Columbus. Nobody was strolling. Naturally all four rode in the back, none in the cab with him.He stayed in the cab while the four in their bikinis walked down to the hole. Four pairs of gorgeous legs, four cute behinds. He adjusted himself so his erection wouldn’t just press painfully upward against his shorts. In the water the wet bathing suits clung to what they covered, accentuating breasts and crotches. He could see the water glistening on bare skin. He could even barely make out beads of water on eyelashes when they. We were in the basement of the house and facing each other, sitting on old dining room chairs. Both parents gone, no siblings around, books between our laps, yet so off topic that the books should’ve been closed now. We had already talked about the perfect size (I was a half inch too big for her 6 inch desire) the perfect technique (missionary, then making your way up to reverse cowgirl) and were making conversation out of the purpose of sex. “To me, sex is just another function of the body,”. “Welcome Mr Jackson. Please sit wherever you like.”Mel grabbed my hand and tugged me to a table well away from where the other diners, all older folk, were seating. There were a couple of scowls when they saw I was accompanied by a teenage girl, but nobody overtly complained. And the subdued lighting prevented any of the other diners from getting too good a look at Mel’s dodgy attire.Rajesh brought us a couple of menus. Mel and I decided to forego starters. For main course she selected a curry.
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