Saturday, May 23, 2015
The Thrill of Summer Adventure
A cool late-Spring evening as the sun is slowly starting to go down. To the West are supple pink colors and a blinding golden light. There is a freshness in the air as I ride my trusty stallion Gerard through Central Park. I push Gerard's pedals mightily. "Ride like the wind, boy!" I scream, and we soar down a hill. "Yhaahaaiaiiaia!" I bellow! Although it's a little chilly for a Memorial Day weekend, the anticipation of Summer adventures to come overtakes me, and my breasts heave with excitement. "Adventurrreeeeeeieie!" I scream in the night air, the pinks and golds shaking with my righteous noble fury.