Wednesday, August 12, 2015

COMMITTING PUBLIC SERVICE

My friend the amphibian and I are altruists. At the very least, we are concerned with public order, and will do whatever we can to preserve rectitude and propriety in the market place. While we were passing the New Asia on Pacific Street, among the welter of colourful Cantonese Opera advertisements and ballroom dancing competitions he noticed a sheet that had been pasted among them reading "bad women at New Asia".
It was a photo of a pleasant nude woman eating noodles.

Naturally, being public spirited, we took it down.

Possibly an evil revenge posting.

A jilted amour.



Ladies, never let your lover photograph you while eating noodles.
Naked or otherwise. It just isn't right.


I am looking at it right now. She has a friendly smile, and one pert nipple is visible behind a well-shaped biceps. Slightly plump or sleek, though that may be just baby fat carried into the mid-twenties.
She appears to be very well-tempered.

Her three-part name is written on the sheet, but I shan't divulge it. No one deserves to have their exemplary naked body shown to the public without their express consent. Which is likely not the case here.

What kind of noodles are they? And what odd chain of circumstance led to them being eaten while en déshabillé? Was it fun?

I must admit that those thighs look very nice.

The entire package does, quite frankly.

Noodles are altogether wondrous.

A great snack withal.


Jayzus yes.


In any case, we saved you from a fate worse than death, that being that all your neighbors would know what you look like naked, without a stitch, in the buff. Including the dimensions of the perky right nipple, that being the one that is visible from this angle.
It is a very nice nipple.



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