As I was walking through the town centre one day in the week, I espied a young gentleman walking in the opposite direction.
He was tall, slim, about 18 to 20, talking loudly into his mobile, and wearing standard-issue baggy grey joggy bottoms and a t-shirt.
His left hand was firmly down the front of his kecks and he wasn't just counting his change, he was absent-mindedly bashing the bishop.
Given this was in a busy shopping arcade with lots of people of all ages and most genders also walking around, it probably comes as no surprise to tell you people were stopping and staring at him.
He, in return, was glaring back at people with that "Wot choo lookin' at?" stare that yoofs can put on at will. He seemed to be completely oblivious to the reaction he was caused.
Mothers were turning their daughters away, teenage girls and lads were sniggering at him (and surreptitiously pointing their camera phones in his direction) and older folk either shaking their heads or smirking at him.
How is it possible to walk through a public place and be unaware that one is masturbating?
He was tall, slim, about 18 to 20, talking loudly into his mobile, and wearing standard-issue baggy grey joggy bottoms and a t-shirt.
His left hand was firmly down the front of his kecks and he wasn't just counting his change, he was absent-mindedly bashing the bishop.
Given this was in a busy shopping arcade with lots of people of all ages and most genders also walking around, it probably comes as no surprise to tell you people were stopping and staring at him.
He, in return, was glaring back at people with that "Wot choo lookin' at?" stare that yoofs can put on at will. He seemed to be completely oblivious to the reaction he was caused.
Mothers were turning their daughters away, teenage girls and lads were sniggering at him (and surreptitiously pointing their camera phones in his direction) and older folk either shaking their heads or smirking at him.
How is it possible to walk through a public place and be unaware that one is masturbating?
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