Little Mary
Neat and petite
A little angel
Short and sweet
Little Mary
Hold my hand
As we walk
Along the Strand
Little Mary
Give me a kiss
On your sweet lips
My little miss
Little Mary
Here’s my heart
Its not much
But it’s a start
Little Mary
Take my hand
Then you can wear
My wedding band
Big Mo was engineered
To perfection
Designed for comfort
And consummate
pleasure
From her long shapely
legs,
Ample buttocks
And rolling hips
To her well filled
blouse
Big Mo was
State of the art
A fast little number
With a fine racing
chassis
Bodywork with Classic
lines
Well upholstered
With a lush interior
A well run motor
Purrs like a kitten
When warmed up
When well oiled
Hot and racy
Naught to naked
In 30 seconds
Naught to naughty
All nightlong
Beneath the moonlit sky
I looked at a star and
wished
Then later that
moonlit night
Beneath the moon we kissed
He did not possessed any high principles, he did hold certain standards and preferences but they were at best flexible.
But despite his appreciation for all things feminine, he did always try to
avoid fishing in someone else’s pond, no matter how attractive the body of
water might be.
Some might call it a code
but those that did eventually abandoned it after repeatedly failing to meet their
own exceptionally low standards and repeated their failures on numerous
occasions following it.
If they did possess any
scruples they had would have doubtless shown by their behaviour that they could
be overcome, as their many peccadilloes would testify to.
Colin Diss however was not one of that number so when Sister Gloria of the Mary
of Bethany Convent in Finchbottom made a pass at him, courtesy of an over
indulgence on communion wine he supposed, so he was pleased with himself when
he declined her advances and broke away from her embrace.
“Are you worried about
your immortal soul?” She asked with a chuckle
“Because I would think
you’re probably damned already for all the sinning you’ve done”
“No of course not” he
snapped “I’m more concerned about yours”
“Oh that” she said, “well
I’m of a purer bent than you and I shall merely have to repent my misdemeanour”
He looked at her
doubtfully
“Look I have my faith,”
she said with conviction “I know that I have eternal life awaiting me”
“I can’t do it with a nun”
he retorted and kissed her on the forehead and then left the room but paused
outside.
He was proud of his
strength of character in rejecting Sister Gloria’s invitation to canoodle, it
certainly wasn’t through a lack of attraction or even what she was wearing, that
made him so steadfast, he liked uniforms and outfits, and vestments certainly
didn’t put him off.
He didn’t even think it
was because she was a nun although had she been in any other vocation he would
probably not have hesitated.
But as he walked away the
overwhelming feeling was not one of pride.
It was not however that he
was growing a spine or at the very least getting a conscience, he thought it
was just his strength of character.
But he found he was
affronted because Sister Gloria said that she thought that having sex with him
was sin free.
Making him feel like a vegetable in a slimmer’s diet plan.
In fact he was so miffed that he went straight back to confront her.
When he re-entered the
room he found Gloria sitting on the sofa with her unshod feet resting on an
occasional table
Her head was uncovered and
she had a cigarette in one hand and a glass of whisky in the other.
“My God, what kind of Nun
are you?” he exclaimed
“I’m not” she retorted
taking a mouthful of whisky
“Not what?”
“I’m not a nun” She said
and laughed
“What?”
“Your brother put me up to
it” Gloria explained and laughed again “I’m an actress”
“I love you” is something
You should only say
If you mean it
But if you mean it
When you say it
Say it all the time
In case she forgets it
I knew this time would come
I knew there would be
an end
So don’t try to
justify yourself
And no we can’t still
be friends
