Bonnie No Boobs
Fbailey story number 429 Bonnie No Boobs I was sitting on my front porch drinking a nice cold beer and watching the world pass by. My neighborhood is full of overachievers, workaholics, and exercise nuts. I am the only retired person that I know of. Even my wife of forty years still works. I was shocked back into reality by a shrill voice asking, “Are you okay, Mister?” I snapped back to reality with a jump as she had startled me. I looked straight ahead at a little girl standing on my porch not three feet from me. Somehow in my dazed state I had not seen her. Perhaps I had dozed off for a few minutes, I have been known to do that. The voice asked, “Can I have one of those? I’m real …