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The other evening travelling home from Kingston to St. Thomas a little woman embarked and stood on the door step for much of her journey. I would judge her age to be in perhaps in her 30's but she looked about 11 years old.

I couldn't help noticing she had a big bag, much so for her size, and I could do little but look at her steadily on and off because I didn't want to offend her just in case I did.

She smiles and I smiled back at her quite a number of times.

Her smiles did turn me on and I could feel the tip of my cook tingle each time she smiled.

Before long, however, she got a sat beside me and so we began chit chatting I told her how I found it amusing that she could actually fit into the bag she was carrying.

I get her number and called her once or twice but have not gotten an answer. Had I gotten her on the phone I'd be inclined to tell her of the impact she's had on me that night en route to Morant Bay.

I had always envisaged a small bodied woman riding me and she invoked that emotion there and then.