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In praise of sweet backsides and so much more

I helped a neighbor move yesterday, a sweet, single mom. She was profuse with thanks and gratitude. I thought, but of course did not say:

"Lovely lady, for the privilege of observing your glorious, blue-jeaned backside shimmy and dance like that as you dart down the sidewalk directing me where to carry the boxes; and undulating teasingly above me as we climb the stairs to retrieve more stuff ...

"... I would carry ten times as many of these boxes, through the very Sahara sands to your new home."

And I could not believe that some guy once had the privilege of looking into those dark eyes, twisting his finger in her lovely curls and caressing that perfect bottom ... knew her long enough to sire her child ... then threw it all away.