Day XIII

Pervert

   Gooser was such an asshole. His eyes zoomed into a girl’s ass, and followed her into the train. He would shove people out of his way to get to her.

     “Excuse me!” he’d rasped, as he shoved passengers out of his way to get behind his prey. Then with a big dumb smile on his mug, he would set himself right behind her, and ride her butt. He got off by grinding into her keister as the train moved along. Most of the time he got away with it, but once in a while he'd get his face slapped silly. One day as the train moved along, clackety clack, we heard a girl scream:

   “Git offa me ya moda!” as she hit Gooser in the face with her books.

   “Ya pervert!” She howled again.

     She was screaming, and her arms were flailing like a windmill all over him. As she did so, her bowel relaxed, and her gasses exploded like Joshua's trumpets at the walls of Jericho.

       “Phaaaaaaarrrrrrrrrrt!”

     It was a really long fart, like a machine gun, and there was no mistake it was her doing. Then she cried,

       “Oh nooo…I shit myselft! Oh ya basssstid!”

    “Haw haw haw…ho ho ho…ha ha ha ha…he, hee hee, heee heee heee!”

     Passengers were laughing, and suddenly her face was cherry blossom pink, she was embarrassed. She was a great looking girl, and I still remember thinking how humiliated she must have felt. Her golden hair was a mess, as she tried to collect herself, and her books. People were amused, and nobody did anything to help her or grab Gooser. Nobody got involved. After all she was the victim, and she was taking care of business all by herself. She didn't need any help. Besides she may have we were friends of his, and jump all over us as well.