Fishing Ain't Only On The Internet

I work in an overworked government agency. I drink more than I should. I'm divorced. I certainly don't make enough money.

But, I get hit on by young women, really young women. I've received panties in the mail, pictures of tits and ass and pussy. Notes left on the windshield wiper. I got an invitation to a back yard cookout, they had the buns, I needed to bring the weenie.

And then I get this notice from HR, I have to go to sensitivity training. Something isn't square here, but what I got out of it is if I'm the man I'm the oger, the one who assaults, no matter if some young lady is fishing and sending me pussy selfies, from her phone, using text.

So, as one old man to another, keep a ten foot pole with you, and don't fall for that young pussy, it's a trap.