Mark is still polishing the editing – after already editing the whole book, and I am a bit anxious to get the final result. As I can’t focus please read the post from my archive.
I can’t stop laughing. I was just walking home after the shift. A regular thing, you say.
So I’m walking through my estate. The evening is lovely and dark. Most of the houses are already lit, so I have a chance to admire my neighbours’ interior design – some of them had awe-inspiring features.
Somehow, they decided to put houses in our estate in the way front windows are like 1 meter from the pavement. I had a great view of what is going on inside the homes, as you can imagine.
I’m approaching the crossing, and there is a well-lit house just in front of me. I’ve noticed human being in one room, and you know the case, the more you look, the more you see.
First glance – human being exercising
Second glance – oh, he has no top…
Third glance – oh dear, he has no trousers …
Fourth … what the fuck is this?
The chap was on the cardio bike in a very loose and very short trunks; he was pedalling furiously, utterly oblivious to the fact that his cock slid down and now waving like a metronome matching the speed of his movement.
… and our eyes met
and 40 something me run away laughing like a teenage virgin.
Cause I may be an experienced ED doctor who saw it all but seeing a furiously dangling bit in a rose framed window was a deal-breaker to me.
Just a night when life simply rained cocks and roses.