Not at the fish stand, please
You see them in Asian supermarkets, the mismatched couples: large Caucasian men and their tiny, tiny Asian girlfriends. Retired marines, you know the type. Standing there a little stupidly while the girl decides what’s for dinner. It always creeps me out a little. Sue me.
But when they stand next to you? And she’s buying him food? Dressed in a quasi schoolgirl outfit, a thin plaid skirt? And his huge hand is fondling her ass crack? While you contemplate your lunch?
You kind of lose your appetite.
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