Tampered With

Poised, she walked into a department store; a stranger was suddenly wowed. He appeared in ideal manliness, then lost her in the crowd. So, he searched for those slender curves through all the women's clothes, but she was on the other side looking through panty hose. Fingering, rapidly, through each rack for the color and right size that would sculpt her legs, caress her hips and fit those perfect thighs, she found what she was looking for (but in plastic packs they hide). She read it twice, removed its package to see what was really inside. She grabbed it, rubbed it, stretched it and saw that it looked just right; but she repacked it, put it behind the others and took the one sealed up tight- just as that seemingly perfect gentleman crept up from behind. She was startled, yet well impressed, but she could not read his mind. So, she should remember this when approached by a flirt's advice that a lot of men would handle her like she handled that merchandise. And who wants to be used, and left for another to be tampered with again? And who wants to be picked over, finally reduced for the first hand in the bin? Or dirtied and then used all up, sometimes after the first wear? Running all over from manhandling, developing many a tear, it's discarded; so, she shouldn't be taken out By every Tom, Trick, and myth, but be of high regard, a model of women who refuse to be tampered with. Inspired by Jo Ellen Israel