Thursday afternoon, I decided to go and wait for Josie at her bus stop after she had finished school. She was wearing a starched blazer, stockings, black shoes and a skirt that was down to her knees. As she was walking over to me I couldn’t stop thinking of how hot she was. I wrapped my arms around her shoulder and waited until we were off Parramatta Road before I kissed her. She said to me
“You smell sweaty”.
“Soccer” I explained. When I was in Adelaide I had to watch the soccer. My father is a fanatic. It’s the only time I see him lose control. Josie was going on about Anton. Something about he runs around hugging and kissing them. She couldn’t stop laughing for some reason. Once she had stopped laughing she asked
“How is your father going”.
“Does he still ask questions about me?”
“For some reason my dad says you have sex on your mind.”
“So how does your father know that?”
“Because he said at your age he had sex on his mind”. I just laughed and kissed her on her ear.
I wasn’t quite sure what Josie feels when I express myself to her; I hope she likes it though. Anyway Josie thinks her parents are attached to each again. But I said
“Why shouldn’t they be attracted to each other? They were once.”
“Its weird I’ve never shared my mother with anyone. Could you imagine Jacob if she ever got married”?
“I can’t believe you would never expect her to get hitched. I mean your mum is pretty hot for o mother.”
“My mother, HOT?”
“I would so go out with your mum if I was older and in my forties.”
“Do I remind you of her?”
“Hell no. believe me I wouldn’t really want to go out with a girl who reminds me of there mother.”
“Thanks for that Jacob” she said drily,
“Does that mean you wouldn’t go for me if I was I my forties?” I then justgrabbed her arm and pulled her closer. I thought that would make her feel better.
