Couple young homie teens sweet on each other prompted a thought of gifting a tenner, perhaps five each, although that pair could be counted on to share. Caressing. Bumping torsos. Kicking their trainers in one of the new Covid greetings. They circled each other, taking turns against the aluminium shutters of the shop on the corner, at one point the girl simulating the bumping of sex that they had commenced a while back. The tram at that stop went out to HighPoint, where they could wander the halls without any money. Of a height and colouration; lad had sprouted the first wisps of facial hair and her breasts would soon swell. A tenner would have bought a shake or juice for sharing, although the FreeChoice Tobacconist there had drawn them indoors. Sometimes one could act on these impulses.
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