Sage's Models
While on Houston Street Samantha was being very mature in claiming that she was on her turf and in the right place position to encounter Sage’s Epiphany.
Pulling out her cell phone on the city pavement Samantha screamed into the small device that people around her could mistake as talking to herself in the old-fashioned sense.
“This looks great!”
“Just like I dreamt it up,” Sage said on the other side.
“Such a wonderful epiphany, Sage,” Samantha flipped the lid.
Continuing down the roadway she decided to stop by the local hangout minutes from her studio flat apartment. Pulling a wallet out of her pocketbook she knew that with her mature adult allowance a nice pick me up would be on her schedule.
As she watched the early evening news on the television that was distributing information about a sea shell fire down on the shore a young gentleman stepped in like he just came from the GQ cover.
Finishing the model sitting at the bar looking for a quick pick me up image Samantha’s head turn noticed the social invader was someone from her past.
“Tommy,” Samantha blurted out, “Tommy Jarvis, Momma’s baby boy, I used to change your diapers,” She said so the whole pub could hear.
“Samantha,” Tommy responded, “What were you doing in the last house down the lane?”
Sarcastically his former babysitter told him the truth, “Hardy hard har I was with my best friend Val dropping lemons from the second floor.”
“Oh yeah the Val’s Lemon Drop excuse,”
Continuing to turn into a blushing kitten Samantha gave him the traditional after changing the diapers hug. “I just saw that jeans advertisement on Houston Street,” hearing this gave Samantha a certain electrical charge,
“Those tight ten jeans made me look great.”
“Like a true winner,” Tommy agreed when Samantha’s cell phone rang, keeping her eyes on Tommy the small lid opened, “This is Sage and I just had another Epiphany. May to December first time weddings with the bride being older,”
“Yeah,” Samantha saw Sage across the street and gave her a professional wave.
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