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    Straight Female / 52

    I was born and raised in a small town in central Texas. The place we hung out in high school was the Dairy Queen. We were there, all the kids that normally went there, and this guy rode up on a motorcycle. The guy was messed up, his hair was messed up and his face was messed up. He ordered and sat down and ate his hamburger. He asked us where there was a motel so he could get some rest. He was on his way to California from Georgia.

    I left with him the next day. I ran away with him. Every time I go into a Dairy Queen I remember him riding up on that motorcycle, his hair all messed up and his face all dirty from the road.

    #40668 — Comments (0) — Jul 3, 2018 at 8:49 AM — That's Juicy! (1) Remove This.

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