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No Sweat, Lots Of Pussy


by Angela Kubinec


If you want to know how it happened, you have to remember I was a bus driver at the time, so I was really in an ideal situation. The way it worked was, the women would get on at their regular stop, and give you the once-over. If they liked what they saw, they would wait for you to come to their stop, even if another bus on the same route came by first. That usually took two or three days, just so you would recognize their faces. They would stand toward the front, and toss a few pitches your way. After a couple of days of that, you'd get a note when they hand you the fare, with a telephone number and a time that it was safe to call. It was always no strings, and if things got too heavy, well, she'd just hang back and wait for the next bus. No sweat. Lots of pussy.
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