Based on "A Dialogue between the Soul and Body" by Andrew MarvellSOUL: Oh, who can from this bear releaseA flowered soul who knows no peace?This meaty hand, this bulging arm,This weedy face which knows no charm,This hairy foot, this eye that. It’s nobody’s fault, it’s just how we’re wired. When you have boobs like mine, your whole body shape implies “sex,” whether you mean it to or not. You can try to have an ordinary conversation about sport or the weather, but “they” will interrupt you with their favorite topic, sex. You will be talking to a guy, and all of a sudden he will blush, and look past you, and you know that he is trying, and failing, not to think about sex, because that is what your boobs are saying to him, over and over. The traffic in Atlanta is always unbelievable. You couldn’t make me live here at gunpoint!We stopped for half an hour in Atlanta but I stayed on the bus. I have snacks and a couple bottles of water in my bag. The bathroom, or I suppose it’s a toilet not a bathroom, is nearby. I don’t plan to get off the bus until we get to Mississippi. I’ll spend the night there and continue on the next day.A couple of people got on the bus in Atlanta and I think one got off. Shortly after we departed the bus. I had slept with my underwear on under my pajamas for some time,wearing just underwear in summer. Now, I stripped naked beforechanging into them, and wore only my pajamas. It felt nice, thesensation of the cloth and sheet touching my bare body, rubbing mylittle dick against the blankets. Outside, I'd drop my pants just tofeel the wind on my bottom. I remembered "playing bare" with Jack inthe city, and I thought about the Playboy game we played with Sheila. I hadn't thought much about those.Read More
