My favorite balloon was, of course, a giant pink energizer bunny.
After this, we hired some guy with a bicycle powered rickshaw to take us to an area called the Central West End, where we ate dinner. I should be able to tel you what the name of the restaurant was, but I could not tell you what i ate. My mind was not on the food. All during our meal, she kept rubbing the toes of her boots up my shins. I was afraid to stand up when we were finished as to embarrass any of the more gentle minded females as to how truly turned on I was , but I stood tall and proud when we were done, and so did my friend. She looked down at me and smiled. She knew she had me hook, line, and sinker.
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