Women's only...
Posted: Sat May 17, 2008 1:55 am
*Two men are sitting in the tavern. The older one nurses a beer, nodding from time to time. The younger one has a heavily bandaged head. He winces as he relates a story…*
So, I just hear these three young lasses chatting among themselves, at the Union... Well, I was sort of dissimulated behind a bush, you know, just having a peek at these nicely trimmed lassies, trashing the wheat… And I hear them saying that they are just fed up with some guys behaviour, you know, like some guys would rather look at their chest rather than their eyes! He, he, I would, too! And they go on and on like that, ranting about men being lewd, loud and boring… And they whisper among themselves and giggle. So I am crouching there behind that bush and I start to get some cramps in my legs and I say to myself : « Don’t you move, Dragomir, it’s getting interesting… » So the feisty one with the crooked nose starts to holler about how women should be having their own place, or something, like a women’s only tavern or store. So, I am so surprised that I just sputter aloud without thinking : « Hey, wait, Holy Sirani, you can’t do that! A women’s only tavern! That’s not fair! » But, then, the feisty one, she just hears me speaking and she starts to walk toward the bush where I am hidden. She is yelling like a bitch of Moshran : « There’s a freaking guy, hidden there, let’s go get him, girls. Bring the flails! » So, finally, I try to stand to run away from the harpy, but my calf is so cramped that I just fall on the ground. And there they are, surrounding me, glaring at me with their flails held high! Well, what is a guy supposed to do? So I just writhe on the ground, holding my calf, wimpering : « Holy Sirani, it hurts! » I thought they would have mercy upon me… But, then, the feisty one, nice cleavage, by the way, she just talks to the other two : « Poor man, he is suffering so much… let’s bring him the blessings of his beloved goddess... » Well, that’s all I remember. When I came to my sense again, it was almost evening and I had a splitting headache and that mother of a bump on my skull!
So, I just hear these three young lasses chatting among themselves, at the Union... Well, I was sort of dissimulated behind a bush, you know, just having a peek at these nicely trimmed lassies, trashing the wheat… And I hear them saying that they are just fed up with some guys behaviour, you know, like some guys would rather look at their chest rather than their eyes! He, he, I would, too! And they go on and on like that, ranting about men being lewd, loud and boring… And they whisper among themselves and giggle. So I am crouching there behind that bush and I start to get some cramps in my legs and I say to myself : « Don’t you move, Dragomir, it’s getting interesting… » So the feisty one with the crooked nose starts to holler about how women should be having their own place, or something, like a women’s only tavern or store. So, I am so surprised that I just sputter aloud without thinking : « Hey, wait, Holy Sirani, you can’t do that! A women’s only tavern! That’s not fair! » But, then, the feisty one, she just hears me speaking and she starts to walk toward the bush where I am hidden. She is yelling like a bitch of Moshran : « There’s a freaking guy, hidden there, let’s go get him, girls. Bring the flails! » So, finally, I try to stand to run away from the harpy, but my calf is so cramped that I just fall on the ground. And there they are, surrounding me, glaring at me with their flails held high! Well, what is a guy supposed to do? So I just writhe on the ground, holding my calf, wimpering : « Holy Sirani, it hurts! » I thought they would have mercy upon me… But, then, the feisty one, nice cleavage, by the way, she just talks to the other two : « Poor man, he is suffering so much… let’s bring him the blessings of his beloved goddess... » Well, that’s all I remember. When I came to my sense again, it was almost evening and I had a splitting headache and that mother of a bump on my skull!