hot summer day and white thighs in those hot shorts

It was a simmering hot summer day, which poured a cats-and-dogs rain in the morning, yet, quickly threw the city into scorching sunlight in the afternoon. Dismissed from workplace, scrambling in his sweat-soaked new shirt which he always insisted to wear when working in front of his young customers, he had a lone quick lunch with the Phantom played in the air. Sipping his icy goat milk after the tasteless lunch, pairs of slick and snow-white legs of chicks came upon his mind. Suddenly, he realized he was just so vulnerable to killer legs, especially when those were in so-called "hot shorts."

He knew, after taking a recuperating nap, he must go out to explore something to release the mounting pressure triggered by those white and supple legs.

After all, it was quite difficult for him to take a good nap then, though he tried to use soft music to help.

He jumping into his bike, the old but always-curious play came on again.