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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Chevillac" data-source="post: 2722370" data-attributes="member: 553407">'m a 34 year old male who has what some might call an unhealthy obsession with small things. I like meaningless trinkets, tiny electronic devices, and "petite" people. I say people because I tend to be open-minded about the current social definition of "age," and those "petites" are just as human as we are,though perhaps less educated. I think we can all agree that age is just a number, and doesn't do much of a job of describing a person's maturity or where they are in life.Now that the background information has been posted, I'll tell you about how i lost my precious flower this morning. I was driving downtown in my '87 Isuzu Spacecab, and I saw the most beautiful person in my life. She had piercing eyes seemingly carved out of sapphire, auburn hair swaying in the wind like wheat in a field, and such a radiant smile, albeit a bit gaptoothed. Perhaps she was still sprouting them in that gorgeous mouth of hers. No matter.She seemed a bit lost, peering around her with a slight frown. Perhaps she was looking for something, or someone. Her bright yellow ducky rainboots shuffled around in consternation, stirring up dust. I rolled my window down and asked her what the problem was. She informed me that she had lost a parental figure in one of the stores, but she could not remember which one. I asked her if she would like to wait in my truck with the air conditioning and the radio. I might have also mentioned something about candy, I can't quite recall. I had a little bit of liquor in me at the time, so i felt like my game was at its peak; I went right for the gold. It took a little convincing, prodding, and silly little lies, but i finally got her sundress off and in the back seat. I learned on OT that "if there isn't grass on the field, play in the mud." And boy were they right. I used her tears (of joy) to lube myself up, and spun her around like a top. After about five minutes I had had my fill, and i let her out of the truck. By this time her mom had come outside, and she joyfully grasped her daughter as she stepped out of the truck. I was now a little late for my psychiatric appointment, so i stepped on the gas and dropped the clutch, partly to show off for my new girlfriend. Her adorable mother waved me goodbye too, but strangely with her palm closed. Usually people wave with their fingers outstretched. Oh well, people are strange I guess.I just wanted to let OT know about the most exciting day of my life!</blockquote>

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