Subject: RE: *** pix

i can't see the pix either but i can imagine what they portray...some poor damsel - one probably treated poorly by mother nature already - in the sinister clutches of *** the Vulgar, who is plying her with sweet nothings whispered in her ear, with the intent of plying her in other ways in the wee morning hours of that New Year's Day. i'm reminded of a young lass *** and I came across at a block party during one of his journeys to San Diego...she was of the big-boned variety, with lots of meat on those bones, as well...perhaps as a result, she was hungry for male companionship, and seemed remarkably unfinicky with regard to the male's qualifications. in short time, our *** had exposed her to his charms, which easily hypnotized her...soon, out of the corner of my eye, i saw them lean in toward each other in the initiation of a mouth-to-mouth embrace. but as i turned to take in the situation more fully, i noted that the kiss quickly ended, apparently by her volition. later, when i asked dear *** what had happened, he explained that, at the moment he realized a kiss was imminent, he had been eating some rather tasty barbecue chicken, and given his companion's apparent enthusiasm for well-prepared victuals, saw no need to clear his mouth of said chicken before engaging in the embrace.