At the Bus Stop

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Revision as of 19:04, 22 May 2010

"Shit!" You cry, as your tiny handpurse slips from your shoulder and falls between the grating of the sewer entrance at your feet. You adjust your skirt and stoop down to look. The metal where the handpurse opens gleams mockingly, as you watch in dispair.

Inside that purse is your ID, and your bus pass, and you need both to attend today's school orientation!

You brush a few strands of your beautiful brown hair aside as you observe the bus stop area.

You see a manhole entrance to the sewer below, but you doubt your strength to uncover it. At the bus stop, an old man is sitting, smoking a cigar, his hand in his lap, and he is staring keenly at you. Yikes. Across the street, a well built man is walking in a hurried stride.

You estimate that the bus will arrive within the next fifteen minutes. You must decide something.


What do you do?

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Modesty 7 Partners:

None; you're still a virgin!

Condoms 0
Age 18


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