Were high our neat little trio is
high Got an idea
Does it have to do with . . Poughkeepsieians? Babette asked It's kind of a fun to say.
What’s your idea of a game?
I’m a woman now.
You might note Moby that Babette followedunderstood
without question grasped it immediately Thanks Babette
You’re welcome.
Ah, you two are thick as thieves.
S’entendre comme larron en
foire French idiom thick as thieves is
from Useless information that roilsround
inside my head I keep it stirred so nothing
settles an gets scorched or burned
Moby and Babette looked back and
forth between themselves
Ladies first in no particular order we can prioritise later if you like Moby ladies first
Babette didnt wait to be acknowledged
BOOBS!
Ass.
His height.
Also hair.
Big broad shoulders.
Long legged, got some stems on
her.
His eyes.
Her eyes.
His voice.
Her voice, though more so in
regards to her laughter, no cackling.
Jesus those six rolled off your tongues with little
to no thought which makes me
believeconfirms that there is little to no difference between men an women
women an men in regards to wha the sexes find appealing Though I had thoughthoped wed delve deeper
than mere physicality
You said attracted.
Babette nodded
Sense of humour Intellect
You said attracted.
Babette nodded
And finally and foremost . . his
package.
Her scent.
Definitely his ass in jeans, work
boots, maybe carpenter’s belt.
Her face, a really goodlooking
woman.
His arms, biceps.
Definitely boobs.
Christ Moby Babette showed more enthusiasm
Of course his package.
Her height.
Her height
She has to be tall.
Whas tall
At least fiveseven.
Average height in America is
fivefour
His hair.
Her legs, cankles need not apply.
Big shoulders, his body ought to
form a V.
Her smile.
Number seven, not pretty boy
hands . . not manicured, I’d shit, no lacquered nails.
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