It had been a long time since I’d been whistled at by a woman.

That any woman, young or otherwise, would salute my presence would come as a surprise to my children and grandchildren and, frankly, I don’t have the guts to ask my wife how she’d feel about it.

But it happened this week and I know exactly why. Rather than being concealed behind the tinted glass of some staid sedan, I was sitting there in full sunlight, in all my glory, making it easy to get a good lppk at my handsome visage and muscular physique.

That I happened to be sitting in a curvaceous, fi...

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