We have been taking loads of stuff (furniture, mostly) over to our daughter living in Spanish Harlem. It's not a bad neighborhood, but not great, either. It's kind of a slice of life, New York style. Anyway, today we took a few things over on a glorious, cool, sunny, fall morning. The sky was blue, the temperature was perfect, and the air was dry. We had a nice talk with our daughter, met her puppy, then took a walk to get some lunch. We stopped at a cantina a couple of blocks away. It was a decent looking place, and the menu was good. After ordering we had a pleasant lunch, discussing opportunities to get together after our upcoming move.
We sat by an open door right next to the sidewalk. Just as we were finishing up, Granny Crack Whore showed up. I have to assume she was a neighborhood person. Anyway, there she was, singing to herself and dancing just outside the restaurant door. Then she started getting louder and louder, shouting across the street at someone. After a bit of that she picked up her shirt and danced around with her titties hanging out. It was nice and warm, so I'm sure that felt good. They were Granny titties, though, so they looked pretty droopy. The dancing was not very energetic, so there was no swinging and swaying going on.
We could sense her getting closer and closer as we paid our bill and got ready to go. Finally, just before we got up, she came through the open door to our table, put her hand down on the table, bent over, and kissed my arm. Then she began speaking Spanish to me. I didn't understand, but it sounded rather warm-hearted and accepting. Esther and my daughter were not quite so sure, though. So we got up and left, just as the owner went outside and began trying to clear Grannie and her titties out of the restaurant. I heard a few shouts of "Maricon" as we walked away. Granny was resisting undressed.
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