She even touched it.
She didn’t like it.
But she touched it.
I saw a hobo (insert inappropriate description of “self pleasure” here).
I also saw a “lady of the night.” Or as another trolly passenger put it “I’m pretty sure she’s a lady of any hour for the right price.”
Needless to say, the unfound small town Midwest Hoosier girl inside me came screaming to the surface.
Small town Midwest Hoosier Prude?