You ran out of the store and down the street, avoiding the crowd as you hurried to reach the bench before the bus reached it. panting, slowed down as you approached, then climbed the stairs and walked to your seat. in an attempt to catch your breath, you took off you'r jacket, better showing off you'r 24 year old body (no pedeophiliasim, i just don't feel like it today.) and D-cup breasts that pushed against you'r grey t-shirt. you strightened your hair, pulled out yo'u ipod to listen to a song, then just sat back and relaxed, ensuring you'r box of chocolate was safe.(i am sorry, i thought this story would work better with a
female.)
You lazly glanced over as the bus passed central park.(yes, in new york.) the O.W.S protesters were still over there, why the police did'nt just shut then down was beyond you, their just a bunch of whiners who trying to blame other people for their own faults. unlike you, you worked at wall street on stocks and there was'nt aa damn, thing you did wrong.
looking away from the window, decide to take a closer look at the chocolates you got, obviously after paying $60 AMERICAN DOLLARS, THE STANDARD PRICE OF A RECENTLY REALESED VIDEOGAME! you would expect somthing good.
you gently pulled back the cover, then gasped in shock and swiftly closed the box. some of the other people on the bus looked your way with confused and questioning lookes on their faces. all you could do was say "it's ok." and look away. you lifted the lid again, closed it, then groned. you had bought a box of erotic chocolates.