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Rail


I met Rail at a CB equipment swap-meet. We were both looking at the same piece of gear. It was the last item of its kind there, and I bowed out to let her buy it.

Rail was certainly no beauty queen, but she had a great sense of humor. As we chatted, she told me why she picked Rail as a handle. She knew she was skinny as a rail and ugly as a mud fence. She was indeed skinny as a rail. Though she wasn’t quite as ugly as that mud fence, she certainly wouldn’t win any beauty contests, but I saw no reason to be insulting to a stranger.

She nodded in acknowledgment when I agreed she was quite thin. However, when I told her she was wrong about the ugly part, a broad smile spread across her face, and her eyes seemed to sparkle. I told her she should pick another handle.

Rail and I spent the rest of the afternoon browsing the offerings at the swap meet. She then accepted my offer to buy her dinner. It was getting late when we finished dinner, and she invited me to her apartment for a nightcap. I happily accepted her offer.

The swap meet had been on the far southeastern side of town. Ironically, Rail’s appartment was located just a few miles from my place on the western side of town.

Mere seconds after we entered her door, Rail began shedding her clothes. She made our drinks in nothing but her panites. She tole me she never wore a bra. As skinny as she was, she didn’t need one.