Fortunate Fellows
A garrulous young woman tells me all about her wonderful life
with her handsome and wealthy boyfriend as I languish in the stocks beneath
her. Not once does she enquire about my lowly life. And nor should she.
For I am a nothing and a nobody – a mere anonymous slave permanently
confined in the town square stocks!
All I can think of, as I eye up the top corner of the garrulous young woman’s RIGHT SOCK, is that both her boyfriend and I are very fortunate fellows to experience her company, each in our own ways of course!
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| Excitedly telling me all about her handsome and wealthy boyfriend... |
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| ...and her wonderful life with him! |
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| Whilst I languish beneath her in the stocks... |
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| ...humbly eyeing up the top corner of her RIGHT SOCK! |
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| How fortunate I am to have this lowly view of her SOCK! |
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| I watch as it moves in tandem with the subliminal movements of her SNEAKERED FOOT |
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| I wonder if her wealthy boyfriend bought her those SNEAKERS? |
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| If so, praise be unto him! And even more praise if he also bought her those SOCKS! |
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| For they accentuate her shapely ankles so fabulously! |
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| Meanwhile, her other SNEAKERED AND SOCKED FOOT rests on top of my imprisoned head |
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| ...as her boyfriend suddenly rings her on her phone. Now he gets all her excited verbal attention... |
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| ...whilst I continue to study her SOCK. I know my place, and it's beneath and beside the SOCKS of a garrulous young woman! |











