I've got some more ideas for my Roaming the Pastures story. I'm also brain storming a new story about a 14 year old girl going to high school and her crazy uncle that's a master pervert and fights an evil organization of dust bunnies intent on ruining the world's panty supply. Working title right now is Super Pervert Uncle.
Sometimes I wonder what it'd be like to be in your head. Then I think of how many times you referred to perverted stuff and try not to think about it anymore. xD
This is just a sample of the things that go through my brain on a daily basis,
The three girls walked towards the front door of the school getting ready to leave. They were looking forward to the weekend and the fun they could have at the mall to relax. As usual, the conversation turned towards the boys of the school,
“The boys in this school are such perverts. Last week several of the jocks raided the girls locker room and stole their panties.” lamented Annie.
“And what's worse is they gave'em to the nerds and they used some sort of resin to shape them into bloomerangs!” cried May, “My,, my,,, my teddy bears were hanging from the flag poll!”
Savannah snickered as she tried hiding her smile with her hand. They walked out the door and started waiting at the curb for their rides home.
“These boys aren't that great when it comes to being perverts. They're just amateurs Yam.” she said.
Yam was the nickname Savannah had given May, it was just her name backwards.
“Amateurs! Are you suggesting there's something like a professional pervert.” exclaimed May
“Yep and that's all they will ever be. None of them have what it take to become a master pervert.” replied Savannah.
“A master pervert?! What the heck is that Savannah?” asked Annie.
“Someone that doesn't have to say or do anything perverted, they just kinda cause others to think that way.” said Savannah.
“Cause other to think that way? How does that work. We're not perverts. I would never think anything like that.” said May.
“Yeah, where would you find one of these so called Master Perverts any way.” asked Annie.
Just then a black motorcycle pulled into the parking lot and started coming towards where the girls were standing. The rider was wearing old woodland camo pants with a black shirt. He had a black half helmet and a skull face mask on. A long beard could be seen sticking out from the bottom. A small white helmet was stuck on the back of the motorcycle.
“Oh crap! The Hell's Angels have invaded our Catholic school!” cried May.
“Relax, it's your lucky day. That's my uncle,,, a master pervert,” explained Savannah “Just watch and learn.”
As the motorcycle came to a stop in front of them, the rider put down the kickstand and shut the engine off. He then took off his helmet and face mask.
“Hello Sourpuss. Did you have a good day at school?” he asked.
“Yeah, it was ok I guess, I thought you were going to shave?” she replied
“I did, but I think I'm having some sort of reaction to that shaving lotion. I've got a bad case of diaper rash.” her uncle said in a flat tone.
Savannah turned and looked at her friends, their faces were red and their eyes wide open. She grinned at them,
“Now what's got you two so riled up. It was just a simple question with a simple answer. He to told me the other day he was thinking about shaving.”
“But,,, but,,, but,,, he still has a beard! What did he sha,,, sha,,, shave?!” stuttered May, “He doesn't mean,”
“Don't say it! Please don't say it! If you say what I think you're going to say it means the same thought is going through my head too.” said Annie.
You never know my Queen, being in my head might be fun for you
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