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Chapter #5
Milk and Butter
by: Unknown
I saunter in the front door of the paper looking to immediately wow these provincial hicks with my Ivy league University book learning when I'm struck dumb by something I hadn't expected to see in these parts, not in a million years.
A blond bombshell is sitting at reception, a woman every bit as sexy as you'd find in a big city. Usually these kinds of women flee far and fast from towns like Stepford. What was she doing here? Besides handling her job with calm reserve, which I have to admit made her that much sexier. She inquires after my name and as easy a question as that sounds, it momentarily defeats me.
My eyes wander down from her pretty face to a stupefying amount of cleavage. My internal bullshit detector was thinking 'Those have got to be fake' when I remember out here these girls are raised on milk and butter and lord does that do a body good. As my mind is memorizing every scrap of decolletage it is also involuntarily comparing what I'm seeing to the girl I left behind.
Ashley is a lovely girl, sweet and naive, devoted, the whole nine. She's also an A cup on a good day. I'd gotten into plenty of arguments with her after not clearing my internet search queries, Ashley having found certain sites with certain how shall we say well endowed individuals. "Why do you like me if these are the kinds of women you're pleasuring yourself to?" she had scolded me, making the word pleasure sound like something you'd find rotting on the side of the road.
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