Old Virgin

[marval]

It happened on the corner of Broadway and 47th Street. The girl leaned against the building, running her fingers through her bleached hair and smiling morethan-casually at the male passers-by. She wore a plaid skirt and a low-cut V-neck sweater.

Finally, one of her comehither looks paid off and she was approached by a young man with a familiar glint in his eye. "Hi," he said, undressing her mentally.

"Hello, handsome."

His eyes focused on her sweater and the curves it almost covered. "What's the V for?" he asked. "Veronica?"

"Uh-uh. Virgin."

"Oh, come on," he said playfully. "You're a virgin?"

"No," she winked. "It's an old sweater."

[cupid04]

lol!