"You smell yummy." Thank you," i said choking back the tightness in my throat and fighting the butterflies in my belly. "I was just thinking the same ...hing about you."Reachingg forward she clasped my hand and began writting on my palm. " When you get the chance please call me."I didn't have time to reply because the bus stopped and she left. Immediately i saved the information in my phone under the assumed name of "candied yam". I didn't know why really but it was the first thing i thought. There was a young fellow named BowenWhose pecker kept growin’ and growin’.It grew so tremendous,So long and so pendulous,‘Twas no godd for fuckin’ just showin’.There was a young lady named BrentWith a cunt of enormous extent,And so deep and so wide,The acoustics insideWere so good you could hear when you spent.There was a young girl from the BronixWho had a vagina of onyx.She had so much `tsoris’With her clitoris,She traded it in for a Packard.There was a young lady from BrusselsWho was proud. He's thinking of leaving his job because of you.”Mark was a little taken aback. “Hey, Mrs. Thomas – look it's only a bit of fun. I didn't mean to upset him like this.”“Well, you have” Lesley replied.Mark thought for a moment. He started realizing that Lesley was actually a very good-looking middle- aged woman. He was guessing that she was about 45-years old. She had dyed-blonde hair cut in a shortish spiky-style that really suited her. She was wearing a nice, tight-fitting silky blouse that. If you do that it will eat you up,” I said.“This is personal I held this shit head’s baby in my arms not an hour after she was born. If he has done a runner, I’m going to find him and kick his ass,” she said.I believed her. “Let me know if you need any help. As long as it doesn’t involve using a computer, I’m your man. Tell me this what did the letter say?”“It was a form letter. Looked like a soft core recruiting tool. You know send your support to our brothers in the homelands. It was just a.