If you had long been an admirer of women and the female form, an observer, such as myself, there comes a time in which you find yourself closer to heaven than at any previous moment of your days.
For the forest of legs I had never seen a start to a summer like this. The only good thing about leaving was the knowledge I would return a little over a month later. I could only hope nothing changed on the farm. I was on the wagon. I wasn't hoping to fall off.
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