A Naval hitch punctuated with gutter crawling drunks but proudly, I’m sans tattoo.
I’m in law school. I tend bar to fill in the holes in the G.I. Bill.
Colleen’s a sweetie, waitresses at the bar.
She’s a girl with an appealing personality, a nice person, a person one supposes with whom one could enjoy a date without drama.
Her body is a little muscular, pleasantly so, nice robust thighs, full breasts, cute hair, damn fine.
She wears halter tops for the heat in the place and the tips.
The bare midriff displays the tramp stamp and douses my ardor.
I’m in law school. I tend bar to fill in the holes in the G.I. Bill.
Colleen’s a sweetie, waitresses at the bar.
She’s a girl with an appealing personality, a nice person, a person one supposes with whom one could enjoy a date without drama.
Her body is a little muscular, pleasantly so, nice robust thighs, full breasts, cute hair, damn fine.
She wears halter tops for the heat in the place and the tips.
The bare midriff displays the tramp stamp and douses my ardor.
