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Another Monday Morning
You look at her rack. "Wow, that's an amazing rack. Your boyfriend must love you." The cop appears confused.
"Well, thank you. But I don't . . .Are you serious?"
"Yes. I just thought you have a nice rack there."
"Oh, I'm so sorry. I thought you thought I was a . . ."
"A what? I have this honesty problem. I'm so sorry. I'm really embarassed."
"No," don't be, she intones. "I just . . ."
"I better go," you say blushing.
"Wait!"
You turn.
"Here!!"
She gives you her number.
"Well, thank you. But I don't . . .Are you serious?"
"Yes. I just thought you have a nice rack there."
"Oh, I'm so sorry. I thought you thought I was a . . ."
"A what? I have this honesty problem. I'm so sorry. I'm really embarassed."
"No," don't be, she intones. "I just . . ."
"I better go," you say blushing.
"Wait!"
You turn.
"Here!!"
She gives you her number.