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Her name is Rosie
Date: 11/14/2017, Categories: Love Stories, Author: AlexForemen, Rating: 3, Source: LushStories
When I was twenty-four, I was a well-paid mechanic at a gas station. It was summer, and a great summer it was. Back then, we used to pump the gas, and needless to say, hot chicks wearing mini-skirts always drove away with squeaky-clean windows. Life was fantastic! This summer, a gorgeous young redhead often walked past the station. I couldn’t tell how old she was, but she was gorgeous. Her lips were rosy, and out of this world. She had freckles, she had dimples; she was a living doll. Crazy as this may sound, I was madly in love with her. I just wanted to kiss her! Today, this beautiful little redhead cut across our driveway. I said, “Hello.” For the next few minutes we stood and made small talk. Her name is Rosie. How perfect. Sensing Rosie was about to walk away I said, “Stop by at noon tomorrow and I’ll buy lunch.” With a big smile Rosie said, “I’d like that. I’ll see you tomorrow.” I couldn’t wait. I so wanted to hold Rosie in my arms, and kiss her perfect lips. The next morning, all I could think about was Rosie. Then, just before noon I washed up for lunch. I had no doubt she would show. My co-workers teased me, but hey, I was the one she was meeting. They were just jealous. Rosie arrived right on time. I jokingly told her we better get out of here before the sharks attack. She laughed. We got in my car, a Red Trans-Am, and I asked her where she wanted to go. She said, “It’s such a beautiful day. Why don’t we get some burgers, and have lunch in the park.’ That worked ...