When you read this you’ll know I’m talking about you. I’m praying that I can still find you after I Let you walk away. As a spiritual woman who loves Jesus you have my word that I made a mistake and felt a connection with you.
I was wearing a long dress, with a cross necklace. You commented on my necklace and I smiled and thanked you. We talked small talk then a bit more about Jesus. I love how committed you were to your spirituality.
As we were speaking I heard a noise. My underwear began feeling a bit tight. I slowly reaches behind myself and dug out a wedgie. When I brought my hand back up to shake yours, I realized a think layer of mud like substance that smelled of raw bloody tampons and fish was on my hand. I grasped yours and by the time I processed it was too late. The slop was now slathered all over your hand.
I then sheepishly walked to the door letting a bit of air out of my hindquarters with every step. Piff, phooh, piih, priiiiiiiiiiih the gas kept slipping out. Finally when I arrived at the door I felt it. A mad rush of the slop that had made it to your hand rushed out the side of my underwear. With a final leg shake to get the layer of feces off I walked out the door. Always wondering what could have been
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