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The Walking Stick

It was a Friday night, 7.30pm, and the venue was a lovely, old pub in the centre of an island. The car park was almost full, people were everywhere, especially outside on the benches, eating and drinking; just enjoying the lovely weather.

A red saloon car pulled into the disabled bay and a gentleman got out he was obviously a pensioner, not very tall, had silver-Grey hair, and was using a walking stick. He was bent-over in pain and was definitely struggling. He stood by a group of men in their 30s who were drinking, chatting, and laughing obviously out to release the tensions of the week and have a good time.

They all watched as the blue Volkswagen pulled into the car park, drove around, and finally found a space. The elderly gentleman and the group of young men all watched as the car door opened and a pair of 3 inch heels, followed by a pair of shapely legs which stretched up to the armpits, swung round on the driver's seat. The legs were followed by an attractive, tall, slim (body to die for) female with long, red hair. She was dressed in a very simple black dress, no sleeves; with buttons down the front (mind you the buttons only covered the part of her body which went from just below the top of her legs to just below the bust nothing showed but they could all imagine what was under that dress). She was wearing a pearl necklace and earrings which really stood out against the stark-black of the dress.

She stood up straight, ran her hands carefully over her body to make sure that her dress was positioned correctly, took her clutch bag from the car, locked the door, and proceeded to walk towards the entrance to the pub. She looked absolutely stunning, and the elderly gentleman and the group of young men couldn't take their eyes off her. She was class with a capital C! They were all wishing they were meeting her for the evening and taking her home after wards. You could almost here the "Wows". As she approached them, they were all in her spell, wondering if she had come to meet one of them they should be so lucky!

The female was totally unaware of the fact that she was being watched and walked over towards the elderly gentleman with the walking stick, tilting his face so that it was in line with hers, and gave him a moist kiss, full on the lips. "Hello, darling" she said in a very soft, well-spoken, sexy voice. She took his arm and helped him walk into the pub.

The group of young men just stood there, in amazement, mouths wide open, not believing what they had just seen. "Lucky devil, I must get me one of those" one of the men remarked, looking at the walking stick!

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