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Well, this is an interesting story. I have to tell you a little bit up front. Otherwise, I'm not sure you would be able to understand what I am going to tell you. I have been dating my boyfriend for about six months now. It isn't very serious. Usually we get together once or twice a week to have sex. Usually we go out to eat one other night of the week. He chooses when we do everything. I don't mind it, I don't like doing stuff like that anyway. I hate have to pick were we eat and at stuff like that. Here is how the story goes. I hope you like it. Greg called and asked if I would like to come over and have sex. I told him that I would love to. I told him that I had a few errands that I had to do before I could go over to his house. I actually didn't have anything that I needed to do, but I wanted to buy him a few cigars. Greg likes to smoke cigars and I like to smell his cigar smoke. I don't care much for cigarette smoke or smoke from a pipe, but I love cigar smoke. I think it is because it reminds me of a neighbor I had when growing up. He was such a nice old man, he always smoked a cigar. Every where he went, he smoked a cigar. The man lived to be 94 years old! He smoked cigars until the day he died! I wonder if they really are as bad for you as doctors claim? I won't take that the risk, I don't smoke anything. But, that old guy smoked cigars every day and lived to be 94. I don't know much about cigars. I have tried to look at Greg's to see if I could tell what kind they are. The only thing I know is, they are light green. Not the dark brown kind that the old man used to smoke. I went to the place where I know they sell cigars to get some for my boyfriend. "I would like two of the light green cigars please." I asked the man behind the counter. "Excuse me?" The man asked. "Yes, I would like two of the light green cigars please." I said again. "What kind of cigars do you want?" He asked. "The light green colored ones. I don't want the brown kind." I said. "Ma'm, we have several brands that are light green. Let me show you." The man said as he motioned for me to go behind the counter.
"I never knew there were so many brands of cigars." I said stunned. "There are many more brands than this. More than I can count." The man laughed. I didn't know which ones to get. Though, I knew one thing, I wanted some long ones. Longer than the ones that Greg usually smoke. "Do you have any long ones?" I asked. "We have these that are kind of long. How long do you mean?" He asked. "Actually, the ones you pointed at will be just fine. I will take two of them please." I said pointing at the ones that I wanted. I went around the counter so I would be on the other side again. He put the cigars in a bag and then put them on the counter. "Did you need matches for those?" The man asked. "No, I think he uses a lighter." I said trying to think. For the life of me, I couldn't think of how he lighted his cigars. I have never paid any attention. But, I didn't want to buy these and not have a way to light them. "Actually, I don't know what he uses. I will take one book of matches please." I said. I paid for the cigars and left. I sure hope that Greg likes the kind of cigars that I got him. I never thought that there would be so many kinds. I just thought that there were light green ones and brown ones. I knew they came in different sizes, but I wasn't too sure. I certainly didn't know there were this many brands. I went to the bus stop and waited for the bus. It seemed like it took forever for the bus to come. I ended up having to sit next to this old fat woman that smelled like piss. I keep trying to hold my breath so I didn't breathe in her fumes. "Nice day today?" The woman asked. I didn't want to talk to her, that would only encourage her to talk back. The last thing I wanted to do was to smell her piss even more. Because to talk to her, meant to move my head in her direction. But, I couldn't be rude. I don't have it in my blood. "It sure is a nice day." I said while trying not to smell her odor. "I see you have been shopping." The lady said as she looked down at my bag. "Oh, not really. Just picked up a few things." I said looking down at my bag. "I love to ride the bus to go shopping. It gets me out of the house." The lady said. I couldn't believe it, but I seen that she pissed herself again. She made a face that told me that she was pissing. You know that look. That look like someone is feeling relief, that was the look she had. I looked down at the crotch of her pants and they were soaking wet. I wanted to get up and move to another seat, but there were no more empty seats. "I like to go to town and buy all kinds of things." She said as piss dripped down off of the seat. 
"Looks like you had an accident." I said as I pointed at the piss dripping off of the seat. "Oh no, that was water. I spilt a bottle of water." The woman said ashamed. I wasn't even going to argue with her. I watched her piss herself. It was all I could do to make sure that her piss didn't get on me. They have diapers for adults these days. She should wear one of those. I mean, it can't be any worse than having wet pants and underwear. The bus stopped at the next stop and I couldn't have been happier. I ran off the bus without telling the woman goodbye. I hate to be rude, but that woman went to the bathroom right next to me. The last thing that I wanted to do was go over to Greg's house for sex and smell like this old woman's piss. I walked the rest of the way to Greg's house. The bus doesn't go to Greg's house, but it isn't a long walk. It only takes me about ten minutes to walk there. When I got to his house, I seen that he was sitting on his porch. He was sitting there petting his dog. Sometimes Greg plays fetch with his dog. His dog loves to run after things. That dog could play fetch for hours!
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I couldn't believe it, there were
at least twenty different brands of light green cigars. There were
big ones, short ones, and sizes in between. Not to mention the brown
ones. They had all kinds of brown does too.
