I guess there’s
nothing quite as relaxing, on a cold winter new year’s eve night, than to relax
on a hot spa, with a glass of sparkling wine, with nothing but a ceiling of
stars above you.
Knowing the world
is beginning its crazy merry-go-around
the sun once more. It is strangely comforting, a way to clear one’s mind of all
the troubles that plague this same crazy world, behaving each day more insanely
than before.
But then you had
to show up, right, you pervy peeping Tom? Hiding behind the shrubberies, like a
creepy stalker. Don’t you think the world is trouble enough, that I have to
cope with your gluttonous eyes as well?
Don’t you have
nothing better to do on a night like this? Didn’t your mother taught you that it
is not nice to spy on naked girls when they’re unaware? Just relaxing,
defenseless, not wanting to care about perverts like you?
What? You never
saw such lovely breasts as mine?
Really? I can’t
see what’s so special about them. I’m sure you saw lots more breasts just as
nice?
No? Really? Not in
a million dreams? Come on, don’t look at me like this. I can’t stand that sad
my-puppy-is-dead look.
Well, Ok. Take a
good look at them, you crazy pervert. And Happy New Year to all your perverts
out there!
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