Once she met a boy who fantasized about short plaid skirts, white blouses, white socks, white boylegs, black bras and black Mary Janes.
He was sad, said that he missed her and that he wished she were with him.
She went to his house where he was playing cards with his friends.
When he saw her, he dropped his cards and mumbled, “Excuse me, boys”.
The boys tried not to stare.
He grabbed her hand, pulled her to his lap, and kissed her.
Then he stood up carrying her.
She shrieked, “Put me down! They can see my underwear!”
He drawled, “Boys, don’t look.”
The boys mumbled, “Of course.”
He said as he walked way carrying her, “Boys, go home.”
She and he were laughing then they became too busy to laugh.
He was hurriedly unbuttoning her blouse with one hand while the other was under her skirt.
She was trying to take off his shirt.
They couldn’t stop kissing.
So, what’s yours?
If I love you and you’re real, I’ll make them all come true.
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