The End of the Year
I drove to Northcote and got "supplies" from Jumbo. Well, it's Xmas. I'm off Xmas eve to the 5th Jan.
Driving home, as I came down Lygon Street, there was a guy on a bike in front of me who’s jeans had ridden right down exposing his white cotton jocks, which were stretched just enough to pull the soft material tight and I could literally see the hairy crack up his are. As it turned out he took the streets I was taking, so I got to gaze upon his sexy arse clearly visible and very nice arse crack it was too, for some time. I just sat behind, I didn’t over take and let the afternoon sun do its thing. I’m sure I could pick out individual hairs. At times like that, I like to thank God for his abundance. Or should I be thanking Allah? I picture him as one of those beautiful Arabic men who were asked to leave (I can’t remember where) because they were too beautiful. The A man and the J man must have know each other, or could have, (I don’t know the time frame of the K book) as the J man is a saint in the A man’s book of nonsense. Two top boys…
Daniel and I are cooking Xmas lunch tomorrow for mum and dad. Amanda and Rick are going to have a white Xmas in New York.
“We’ve got friends there, it will be darling,” is what Amanda had to say.
It is the first time we have ever had to do it and neither of us have a fucking clue. We know it in theory, we've got the times written out on a piece of paper, a timetable of when everything has to go on. It is just a matter of timing, isn't it? How hard can it be?
Driving home, as I came down Lygon Street, there was a guy on a bike in front of me who’s jeans had ridden right down exposing his white cotton jocks, which were stretched just enough to pull the soft material tight and I could literally see the hairy crack up his are. As it turned out he took the streets I was taking, so I got to gaze upon his sexy arse clearly visible and very nice arse crack it was too, for some time. I just sat behind, I didn’t over take and let the afternoon sun do its thing. I’m sure I could pick out individual hairs. At times like that, I like to thank God for his abundance. Or should I be thanking Allah? I picture him as one of those beautiful Arabic men who were asked to leave (I can’t remember where) because they were too beautiful. The A man and the J man must have know each other, or could have, (I don’t know the time frame of the K book) as the J man is a saint in the A man’s book of nonsense. Two top boys…
Daniel and I are cooking Xmas lunch tomorrow for mum and dad. Amanda and Rick are going to have a white Xmas in New York.
“We’ve got friends there, it will be darling,” is what Amanda had to say.
It is the first time we have ever had to do it and neither of us have a fucking clue. We know it in theory, we've got the times written out on a piece of paper, a timetable of when everything has to go on. It is just a matter of timing, isn't it? How hard can it be?
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