Bob was walking down the hall in school today, and there was a girl that he knows kind of well walking the other way towards him. She’s a pretty nice girl, but she is kinda slutty.
He had a sudden impulse to tell her that he liked her shirt, but he refrained from doing so. If he had said it, what he really would have meant was “I like your boobs.” The shirt she was wearing displayed her boobs so that they could be admired by all. In Bob’s opinion, the shirt was doing a very good job.
Bob didn’t look long, his eyes just kind of saw her breasts and glanced away. He actually did a pretty good job of not staring at them as he walked down the hall. Still, they were hard to miss.
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