and though her legs per se were screened by the preceding waves of pedestrians, he still knew they were classy, the legs were. Even though he couldn’t make out yet if she had jeans or a skirt on. He just knew it. Patience, V, all comes at the rightest moment.

’Hi, Leya! Making for the common, I gather? Mind a modest companion?;

’O, hi, V! How are you?’

(Yes, it’s a skirt and a lovely one, not a mini yet her knees, these heartbreaker knees are decently visible.)

’Fine, thank you. Looking for a means to kill a spare hour, you know’.

V felt something snapped his pant leg.

’Hi, babe!’ He stooped overt to pick up from the pavement a shaggy pooch.

Toto issued a happy alacritous yap and licked V’s nose with her cute shifty tongue the color of pink beryl.

                                                                                                             ¿The End?