This evening, as usual, I was riding my bike and going about my business when I came across a young child. The boy was only wearing female underpants, and because he was still a child, this wasn't surprising. Every average male in my Country has gone through this stage when we are all little. The young man was standing in the center of the road by some still water. When he saw me, the boy was impressed and exclaimed, "Yay Bicycle, come and bring me to London!" in a happy voice. I was about to chuckle but then I heard a voice that was so lovely it belonged to a goddess rather than a human. I could pay the person money just to listen to her talking, or singing because it's so relaxing.
His older sister, who is gorgeous and also thickāand every boy's ideal girlāwas the one who spoke as she came out of a store that's opposite to the road. She's about my height or my age, I believe. The girl remarked her little brother, "Stop it; have you not seen a bicycle before, and don't you think the guy riding it would have gone since if the bicycle could bring you to London." She then turned to look at me.
I was so startled that I had to stop the bike and ask her, "Tf did you just say the woman?," since I felt savaged. Even when it's accurate, why say it out loud?
Only because she was attractive, I mean because I am a gentleman did I manage to maintain my composure instead of responding to the savagery by calling her names. I grinned as I set off on my bicycle with a clear objective in mind.
I can now clearly recall the entire purpose of my cycling trip. Groceries needed to be purchased.
I passed the same spot after purchasing the goods in a nearby mall, but regrettably, she had left before I returned.
"Another time" I told myself.