Sometimes, Miss Brain takes me on a journey outside myself. She makes me hyper-observant of people I see around me. Now, sometimes, I agree, Miss Brain sometimes dusts days like this with a sprinkling of wishful thinking, but usually she’s pretty accurate. She causes me to notice things, and either extrapolate from ...
The waitress. My height, (poor thing) and equally small boobed, and oh dear, that uniform…the mid thigh-length black dress and the pathetic little white apron that almost screams “This is to cover my sex”. And yet……oh yes…and yet! And yet there was something about her face and her large round green eyes in pa...
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