Many posters here may remember my girl Pooh Bear. When I was alone at the downstairs saloon for a day at the races Pooh would come down, have a drink or two, and dance with me. One time Pooh even came to the downstairs saloon with a full jug of Chivas.

Pooh

When Pooh died in the dryer (limbs came loose and her hips fell apart) after many trips through the washing machine I was heartbroken. It was just like losing a buddy in the field as a Marine from 40+ years back. I cried for weeks despite the fact that Pooh was a cover for an upright vacuum cleaner.

Pooh's replacement is an angel. Knowing full well that I was an altar boy at the Roman Catholic Latin mass as a youngster my wife figured that I would never drink with, dance with, or grope a girl who is sporting wings as an angel. I'm not so sure. Angel Honey winks at me every time I walk by her.

Angel Honey

i love ya

Angel Honey lifted her dress the last time I walked by. I have only read about hot lacy bloomers like that in old books.