This morning, after visiting the bagelry (is that a word) to get breakfast, I was wandering in the direction of the office when I saw a lovely young lady about 20 yards ahead of me. She was wearing a dress that seemed a throwback to the days of ancient Rome that tied on her shoulders. The wind picked up a bit (as it is wont to do) and the next thing I knew, I was looking at an unclothed breast. Attempting to not goggle at it, I promptly turned away and coughed as she adjusted herself. As I past her, I heard her mumbling something obscene about the designer of the dress that basically indicated what he could do with a particular bit of her anatomy.
I did have a bit more spring in my step as I made my way to 55 Court Street, I must tell you.
I did have a bit more spring in my step as I made my way to 55 Court Street, I must tell you.
