Six Flags over Somewhere

She was a stunningly mature filly, not bred yet, but lithe and lanky, inviting attention. He turned his attention to a nearby matron and spoke to be overheard. "Did you know that in France, it's considered good luck to answer the phone during coitus?" he inquired shamelessly.

The matron's eyes did not bug out, but her icy, "Whatever gave you THAT idea?" was somewhat predictable.

"Well, it leads your enemies to believe that you are moral, and your friends to believe that your husband is a tender lover," he replied, grinning provocatively. The matron moved away, shepherding ducklings before her, leaving the field clear for his intentions. He affected to notice "Philly," for the first time. "Hi, I'm Steed Filmore. Are you from Philadelphia?" he inquired nonchalantly.

She regarded his precocious 25 years with some suspicion. "No!" she replied truthfully.

"Hmmm... you look just like my star soccer forward from back then. We used to call her 'Philly!' Best #44 forward I ever had!"

Talk of sports encouraged her to share her own exploits in the softball arena, and soon they were ratcheting up the roller coaster together, side by side, like long lost high school classmates. "This always makes me think of how a girl must feel during pregnancy," he related. "Know what I mean Philly?"

She had given up correcting him and responded glibly that this was "insightful," and "deep." He took her hand, and returned he clutching grip as they screamed through highs and lows.

"I really enjoyed it Steed, but I've gotta go... I meeting back at the Free Fall at 8:30 PM. Take care..." she was almost gone. However, attraction and honesty are a heady liqueur, and she had imbibed more than she had bargained for. She turned and blurted out, "I wouldn't fuck you, but I WOULD give you a blow-job!"

"I know a VERY private place. It's on the way, and I'll NEVER tell anyone." He knew a nook. Trailer park humor can be crass, but it illustrates that one can make up in enthusiasm what one lacks in skill. If you could suck a golf ball through a garden hose, this one was a Titleist.