Beg Leg

Story Sent in by Andrea:

I walked lakeside with Adam on the afternoon of our date. We paused for a little while on a bridge that had benches from which we could see out over the entire lake. It was pretty.

We sat next to each other. He scooched a little bit closer and then a little bit closer. Soon, he was gently pressed up against my side. I shifted over a little away from him. He slid closer again, then picked up his leg and dropped it on top of mine. I squirmed out from under his leg and said, "I'm not really up for that."

He asked, "Then what are you up for?"

"Just enjoying the day."

"What about me?"

I said, "You can enjoy the day, too."

"No, I mean are you enjoying me?"

I said, "Sure."

He then smiled, nodded, and dropped his leg on top of mine again. I pushed his leg off then stood up. "I said I didn't like that."

He jumped to his feet and yelled, "Well, you're ugly!"

I guess he thought he'd hurt my feelings. I said, "And yet you still want to hump my leg."

"Your leg's the only nice part of you," he said, then gestured to the bench. "Now, can we try that again?"

I laughed. He also laughed. I said, "I'll see you around," not meaning a word of it. I strolled away and never once saw him again.