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"Hi, spare change ?" she says. "No, sorry not today" says Fuller not even looking down in her direction. "Wait, please wait" she begs. Fuller hesitates and stops. The other pedestrians flow around them. "You can spit on me for a dollar," she offers. Fuller stares at her speechless. "I know you despise me." For a minute, Fuller stops breathing. He's dressed in a business suit standing at a busy downtown street corner across from a park. He looks down at the beggar waif. The thin girl with long brown hair is plainly dressed in old blue jeans and a man's faded plaid wool shirt. There is nothing exceptional about her. Countless other beggars loiter around the downtown streets asking for spare change. She is probably a drug addict, a homeless teenager, or a prostitute. Maybe, she's one of those cocaine whores that Fuller has read about in the X-Rated Men's magazines. The other pedestrians flow on around Fuller and the beggar girl oblivious to their existence. "You'll let me spit on you ?" "Only if you give me a dollar." "Do you want me to spit on you ?" "You despise me, and for a dollar you can spit on me." It is this last comment that causes Fuller to stop breathing. It isn't the words. The words are innocent. Spoken out loud on a street corner where vulgar sexual profanities are freely shouted. No it isn't the words. It's the implication. The implication has stopped Fuller cold while his imagination runs wild with the possibilities. If he can spit on her, what other bodily fluid exchanges will she consider ? It is as if he has suddenly been confronted with the vulgar big city equivalent of pretty girls selling kisses for $1.00 at a county fair. "Well mister, make up your mind." Fuller considers carefully before responding. "No thank you, but we might think of something else." "Like what ?" she quickly throws the problem back to him. "Well, like a kiss." "No, sorry, I don't kiss strangers." Fuller quickly reviews this verbal exchange before answering. "You're a tease," he counters. "Maybe, are you man enough to find out ?" "Are you old enough ?" "I'm old enough to know how." "I'll bet you are," answers Fuller. He looks at her more closely. She doesn't appear to be wearing any bra beneath the plaid shirt. "Take a picture, it lasts longer," the girl taunts him. "I'll give you a dollar." "Ok, but no drooling. Just spitting once." "No," says Fuller. "You really do despise me, don't you ?" "No." "Ok, for $1.50 you can drool all over my face." Fuller imagines in his mind's eye doing something similar to drooling all over her face, watching the thick viscous fluid flow around her mouth and drip off her chin. "No," he answers. "Forget it cheapskate if $1.50 is too high." "It's not too high." "Well, bite me !" With an exaggerated shrug of exasperation the beggar girl flips her long hair off to one side and looks him directly in the eyes. "Two Dollars, but you have to bend over to pick it up." "That's all ?" "No, you need to undo the top two buttons on your shirt first" For the first time, the girl smiles. "Now I get your game." "But not here." "Where ?" "Over by that park bench across the street." As if they know each other, the girl and Fuller walk across the street to the park. An old wino with a scruffy beard sits on one end of the park bench. He's drinking out of a wine bottle poorly concealed in a paper bag. On the benches across from him are some young secretaries eating brown bag lunches and enjoying the sun. Fuller stops about ten fee away from the park bench and starts laying quarters down on the bricks, dropping 8 of them in intervals of 1 foot. He drops the last quarter just two feet from the end of the bench. He sits down. Fuller watches as the girl standing in front of him casts her eyes down unfastening the top two buttons of her plaid shirt. She lifts her eyes to his before removing a third button. She flashes him a smile. Fuller waits feeling himself growing hard. She gets down on her hands and knees, tosses her hair back out of her face and picks up the first quarter. The angle is wrong. Fuller can't quite see. She crawls forward picking up the third and fourth coins. Fuller smiles. Now he can see her. She's much fuller then he guessed. As she crawls closer the view gets better. Finally, Fuller has a full unobstructed view of her hanging breasts. Major Melons has Tons of Nipple Fetish Pictures
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