One time, I returned home from work, late in the night.  It was a good night; getting off work late meant we had better business.  The last person I saw was an old acquaintance of mine.  We will call him Hulk.  I will not put his real name here.  Hulk is an interesting fellow, albeit.  His job happens twice – he works a real job, and he is also a bodyguard.

Hulk works for a place that cleans cars.  About 5′ 6″, Hulk is above the size of a welter-weight.  At any rate, a handsome man, he protects a beautiful woman.  Thin and well-endowed, she is a flawless individual.  Another man also protects her along with hulk – I have never seen him.  Does she alone request this protection?  Not really.

Her man requests her protection. She is gorgeous – he is powerful beyond mention.  Many women are beautiful; however, her man cannot always be around, so he has two men protect her.  What was going on in Hulk’s mind?  Many things.  One probably had to do with whether I was going to go over and talk his ear off.  I did no such thing.  The other may have had to do with the moon.  “Well,” Hulk must have thought, “The moon is out.”  Somewhat dissatisfied, he probably cheered up somewhat by thinking, “And the sun also rises.”

The End.

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