Lonely Bus Stop Slave
As a lonely bus stop slave, I rely on the kindness of strangers and passers-by for company - albeit only the company of their boots and socks!
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| A kindly stranger approaches me |
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| She looks down on me with contempt. And rightly so! |
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| Without a word, she stretches out her booted foot in front of my face. I know I must lick it. |
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| She steadfastly ignores me as I lickshine her boots! |
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| I am acutely conscious of her smart, blue bootsock towering over my humble head |
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| These are the boots and socks of a goddess! |
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| What an honour, what a privilege, to be blessed with their superior company! |
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| Sadly, she won't stay long! |
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| She has better things to do with her time than entertain a public humble head and keep him company! |
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| She is too good for him |
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| And her boots and socks are too good for him! |
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| Goodbye, pretty mistress. Thank you for stopping! God bless you, mistress! |











