the kindest hobo
January 6, 2011
whatthepork
Tags: from the bi one, hobo, kindness, making out, tweaker
I was trying to walk her to her car but we couldn’t stop kissing – on the sidewalk outside my house, in the street, across the street, next to someone else’s car, finally at hers. I grabbed her waist, her hair, her ass; she grabbed me back just as hard. We made out like that for who knows how long, until the footsteps. Running. Right up on us. A beefy shirtless guy in tiny shorts, tweakerish and homeless looking. I braced myself for trouble – two girly girls in skirts, one sweaty addict: What kind of leering come-ons (or worse) was he going to spit our way?
“Hey–”
Here it comes, I thought.
“Hey, ladies, you got five dollars?”
We stood there frozen in confusion, my hand up her shirt.
And before either of us could say, “…What?” he noticed what we were doing, apologized for bothering us – “Sorry, sorry,” and ran along his merry way.
Thank you, tiny shorts hobo man, for doing your part to maintain a pleasant evening.
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