On my bus ride home, they were all cuddled up in the first seat. She was a large woman in a blue dress; he was a man in a short-sleeved plaid shirt with a hearing aid. His arm was all the way around her, as far as he could reach. She was giggling, and speaking in a kewpie doll voice, and his hands seemed to be wandering towards sesitive places.<\/p>\n
They were old. She was very wrinkled, and so was he.<\/p>\n
But they were so cute! They were flirty and giggly and terribly glad to be together.<\/p>\n
Our culture says love is for the smooth-skinned young. Especially if you want to be publicly affectionate.<\/p>\n
But culture doesn’t know everything.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
On my bus ride home, they were all cuddled up in the first seat. She was a large woman in a blue dress; he was a man in a short-sleeved plaid shirt with a hearing aid. His arm was all … Continue reading