Magnetic Ass It began, as most good things do, with a smack on the ass. In retrospect I suppose it was my fault for being in F.'s way. She had a job to do and there was my ass. And so it was that she would occasionally pass by and spank me (there might have been a grab in there too but...) and each time I would react with mock outrage. It wasn't long until A. ambled by and professed his bemusement at the scene. "Why does everybody always spank me and run?", I cried out after another drive by slap, which (of course) was quickly followed by A. smacking my ass and making a brake for it. Perhaps not wanting to be outdone (but most likely just bored) G. sidled over, gave me a slap, and stayed put. "See, I don't run away." Later in the evening I was standing just outside the doorway smoking a cigarette when an intoxicated young man came walking outside. He paused briefly as he ascertained that outside wasn't really where he wanted to be. Probably because outside doesn't have beer. He slowly turned and made his way back to where the beer is and as he got to the door he sort of weaved into me. That's ok, I thought, we've all been there. Then he grabbed my ass. Not a pinch or a copped feel mind you. His entire hand was encompassing my left buttock. After he let go my first thought was that he was some drunken pickpocket trying to lift my worthless cell phone or something. I made a quick check of my pockets and all was well there. Mildly shocked I looked at him found he was looking right at me. He swayed in the alcoholic breeze for a moment before saying, "Excuse me" and going on about his business.
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