The woman striding behind us bumped into her, walking past, sending her in stutter steps toward me. Our collision pushed us against a building, somewhat out of the way of the foot traffic. I put my hands up, preventing her from falling and cushioning the impact.
“Good lord!” she exclaimed. She added “where I’m from, we say ‘excuse me’ after body- checking fellow pedestrians.”
“Cultures, right? I mean, here for example women like to exchange names before they throw their breasts at a man.” I grinned, pointing with my eyes downward. Continue reading Erotica: M’aidez! M’aidez! I’m Going Down (Part I)