I then looped the remainder of the hair through the fence and proceeded to tie her securely to the fence with her own hair. She agreed to the tennis game and said she would pack a lunch so we could make a picnic of it. “You like bananas?” I asked. The only person I saw was an old lady walking a small dog. Apparently, to some 23-year-olds, Saturday nights are meant for going out and having drinks and nothing else would ever do. The only person I saw was an old lady walking a small dog. I then looped the remainder of the hair through the fence and proceeded to tie her securely to the fence with her own hair. My saliva made her round breasts glisten as the morning sun tried to poke through the clouds. I reached into the cooler and pulled out a banana. I opened it and started spreading the cold paste onto her nipples, down her tummy and on her thighs.
