Samuel




Samuel was one of the more memorable kids this summer. At lunchtime he would come and sit beside me so that he could stroke the heat rash on my shoulders. He liked the way it felt. He did sound effects to mimmick the bobbles, "DUDUDUDUDUDUDUDUDUDUDUDUDUDUDUD".




The day he found the stubble on my legs was a happy one for him. That was super-duper 'DUDUDUD'. I felt particularly attractive in Samuel's company, as I'm sure you can imagine.

Comments

  1. Anonymous10 October 2009 at 16:08

    yikes...YIKES!

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  2. Laura Jane Williams11 October 2009 at 01:21

    Jen- uh-huh!

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  3. Pouty Lips11 October 2009 at 20:18

    That's creepy.

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  4. bARE-eYED sUN12 October 2009 at 05:32

    wow . .. :-)

    ..
    .ero

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  5. Laura Jane Williams13 October 2009 at 11:22

    Pouty- that he did it or that I let him...? x

    Bare-eyed sun- indeed! x

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  6. wild and crazy18 October 2009 at 17:35

    lllz ..ur jking right??!!!!!!!!!

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  7. Laura Jane Williams20 October 2009 at 01:44

    wild and crazy- afraid not! x

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  8. Chelsea27 April 2010 at 20:29

    Gotta love Samuel. I was so happy to find him here tonight. Oh my class....how special you truly were. All sunshine. Almost as special as us Laura. <3 <3

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