Sunday Cummy Sunday
I missed the bus, and it was Sunday, so another one wasn’t going to come for an hour. I had to ask, “Hey mister,” a man passing bye, “Can I borrow your phone a second?” He switched it to phone, so I could dial the number. “Hey,” when they picked up, “I just missed the bus so I’m running a little late.” “Well, we have to get to church.” “I know, I’ll be there as soon as I can, but the next one’s not for another hour.” “Just hurry.” “Okay,” I [x]ed it out, and held it up, “Thanks.” He took it back, but only after I saw the video he was watching in the next window. I blushed, and he turned it around, turning it off embarrassingly. He took a sip off his coffee, …