I Meet Beca
Subject: I Meet Beca I stopped my bike and planted both feet on the ground. Approaching me was a young jogger. The girl had a sweat band around her head, her hair in two braids and a smile on her face. Her sweat soaked t-shirt was plastered against her two perfect mounds. At the summit of each was a perfect point the shape of an olive. I was so intent on starring at this beauty I fell over on my bike. She stopped and looked down at me with a smile and said, “I don’t know whether to laugh or cry for you.” “I don’t either,” I replied while the hand brake lever stuck me in the boob and my legs were wrapped around the bars of the bike. The beauty helped me get untangled …