The Rest of the Day Will Be Spent Dreaming About Abigail Ratchford
Oh, hey Abigail Ratchford, I can’t help but notice you seem to be tugging on your rather skimpy bikini bottoms. You know, if it’s bothering you, you can always take it off. And if you do, you might as well take off the top as well. Walking around in just a bikini top? That would just look strange.
Abigail Ratchford, you curvy goddess, you, why must you tease us so? Yes, you look incredible in a barely there two-piece, but when you pull on the sides, it drives us wild. Our thoughts are filled with images of you sans bikini, and while this thought may seem harmless, it’s not. For, you see, Abigail Ratchford, your beauty is long lasting, meaning for the rest of the day, all we can do is picture you and your amazing body in this bikini and then picture you taking off said bikini. These thoughts take up all of our focus rendering us useless for the rest of the day and possibility a majority of the night. I’m not so much complaining about this, merely pointing it out.
Well, since we are all done for the day, myself included, I guess the only thing left to do is stare at Abigail Ratchford’s cleavage for hours on end until I fall asleep and dream of Abigail Ratchford’s cleavage. Unproductive? Yes. A great way to spend your time? Also, yes.