Monsieur Keita, at the back of the 60 bus.
I'm on my way to see a friend, sitting at the back of the bus. I'm a few stops away, & I press the button & take off my iPod earphones.
The black guy sitting near me says : Vous êtes bien bronzée.
That makes me smile, as he has very black skin & I'm not tan at all.
Of course, he wants to have a drink, but when I tell him I have a rendez-vous, he says : Ah, qu'il a de la chance ! Il faut qu'il prenne bien soin de vous, sinon, il va perdre un diamant ! Quand je vous ai vu, j'ai tremblé...
He takes advantage to touch my bare shoulder, his eyes are luminously bewitching, like a snake or a marabout.
I'm on my way to see a friend, sitting at the back of the bus. I'm a few stops away, & I press the button & take off my iPod earphones.
The black guy sitting near me says : Vous êtes bien bronzée.
That makes me smile, as he has very black skin & I'm not tan at all.
Of course, he wants to have a drink, but when I tell him I have a rendez-vous, he says : Ah, qu'il a de la chance ! Il faut qu'il prenne bien soin de vous, sinon, il va perdre un diamant ! Quand je vous ai vu, j'ai tremblé...
He takes advantage to touch my bare shoulder, his eyes are luminously bewitching, like a snake or a marabout.
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