Oh Baby, Kimberly Hatcher

Kimberly Hatcher

Mr.Breaton

EWC 4U

June 6 2013

Oh Baby!

I wiped my sweaty palms on the sides of my jeans and shifted my feet anxiously. The bus that had pulled up in front of me had caught me completely off guard. Not the fact that the bus was there, it was right on time, but what was on the bus itself was something extraordinary. When I saw her photo on the side of a bus, I was completely awestruck. Her body was unlike anything I had ever seen and blown up on the side of that vehicle it was almost impossible to take in all at once. I forced my jaw shut and wiped a string of drool that had escaped my gaping mouth. My face was flushed as I stumbled onto the bus, my mind still captivated by that photo. All of her parts were so public, that kind of exposure should have been illegal. Still, as I sat in the seat by the window, my mind couldn't help but wander. We had met a few times before, her photo conjured up the memories of evenings past. My heart swelled and I was determined to track her down. The evenings we had spent together had been among some of my most cherished memories. Clandestine encounters, our passion was shrouded by the moonlight and the darkness of the passenger seat in my car. Her warmth within my hands, her sweet kiss! I longed to experience it all over again. With a sense of renewed determination, I rose from my seat and got off at the next stop. Surely my love could not wait, I had to find her! I rushed through the crowded streets and pedestrians grumbled as I flew by them. What do you know about love? When I found myself in front of her building, that familiar brightly-lit structure, my heart fluttered. Is this right? Should I really do this again? My hesitation was momentary, and my hand flew to the handle. I swung the door open and inhaled deeply, the familiar scent engulfed my nostrils. But then, my heart ceased to flutter and felt as if it had simply stopped beating altogether. There she was, in all her curvaceous splendor; the perfect specimen. She deserved someone who could appreciate her until the very end. I was the only one who could do that. I thought I had seen perfection incarnate until that moment. But then as I began to enter the building, the wind was knocked out of me. A figure even more luscious than my previous love, dressed so beautifully, I felt a tear threaten to drip down my cheek. Her sister! How could it be? So alike, but so different. Both were beautiful in their own ways, both were hot-bodied temptresses begging me to spend the night! I stumbled forward and found myself being asked the question: Who did I choose? Who was the one that I wanted? I gripped the counter in front of me, and I felt a bead of sweat trail its way down my neck. I wiped my moist forehead with a shaky hand and stuttered something inaudible. It’s too soon! I’m not ready! I took a deep breath and gazed up above for some guidance, some insight into what the best choice would be. I exhaled, and closed my eyes for a brief moment hoping for Jesus to guide me, then said, “I’ll have the Big Mac combo please.”