My Boy Bill

She was packed into her blue short shorts like two scoops of cherry vanilla ice cream. Her stretchy halter top was stretched as far as it would stretch. She had just moved in a few months ago, severely disrupting the balance of estrogen and testosterone in the neighborhood...and she loved it. That&s what I wanted going on in my head on my bike ride. Instead, I got "My Boy Bill." The little voice in my head got the last laugh on me again.