Grandma Dynamite

This is Auntie Carol, dare I say, I am shocked to the very core of me.  I went to the mummers parade and men were wearing dresses and blue eye make-up.  Clearly they were all queer and the parasols such as I would carry myself was further evidence of moral decay.  One gave me a ruddy kiss and grabbed my pretty pink derriere. And he smelled like liquor.  Oh, it was so dastardly yet I found myself yeilding to his caress.  Sacre Bleau!!  I had on my white gloves, my navy suit, my red straw hat with peonies, and black senisible grandmother shoes.  Some people call them orthopedic looking.
Did I look like a loose woman.  Grandma Dynamite.  I am so distressed yet I have a funny feeling somewhere I won’t tell. Oh, yes I forgot to tell you he pressed a gift into my hands and vanished into the crowd.  When i got back to my abode and opened it, I find he had given me a box of little chocolate whores! Whore d’ourvres.  Carol Ann Bond<code></code></font></code></font></code>

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About Carol Bond

I, auntiecarol69, am a poetry and prose writer. My comic Novella, CATFISH JOE is on Barnes &, & I have two other unpublished properties, a book of Noir Poems of Tainted Love, a full length novel (LA GITANA) that is about a Machiavellian 17th century gypsy who becomes courtezan to Louis XIV, the Sun King. I got my degree in English & anthropology. It has been as useful as a bullet to the head. I write The Black Orchid, Wanda Lust a & Auntie Carol. Lynda or Lady Lynda creates the Lady Lynda & Seymour Toze part of the BLOG. A brilliant person and my co-writer, Lynda got her degree in art history. We both try not to get historical (hysterical).
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