What I Needed Right
After Turning Left On
It Was A Community Of
Judging From Housing
Strange I Thought That
As We Walked To The
| Under one arm was a huge artist's carrying case, and I guessed that she was a student at the prestigious Columbus College of Art and Design.
This woman had the face, the chest and the look, of Bo Derek. Immediately she caught my attebtion, I hadn't seen her before. Her braless boobs bounced as she stepped up into the bus. Her hair was slicked back and wet, she was obviously only a few minutes out of the shower.
These people all rode the bus, boarding at different intervals depending on what time they were due at work. Rarely was the bus more than half full. After seeing someone every morning, simple hellos led to conversation and to friendship. There were regulars who rode the bus, certain attractive women, some of whom I got close with, and some whom I didn't. Guys and gals, other lawyers, accountants, government workers, mostly what is called the young professional crowd. Victorian Village was a little beyond walking distance from downtown, but I could walk it, if I missed the last bus.
I Was Convinced That
Anything That Is Except
I Was I Believed Still
Tonight Would Tell If
I Considered The Possibility
I Wished Now That We
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