True story about a bow legged midget hooker

I used to work for the circulation department of the Augusta Chronicle newspaper.

I covered a downtown district as a route manager. I was in charge of over a dozen paper routes.

My job entailed driving around the worst ghetto between the hours of 2:00 am and 10:00 am.

One of my co-workers (I never discovered who did it) told a hooker my name. She was a bow legged African-American woman who could not have been more than 4 feet tall. Not sure if that qualifies her as a midget, but she was unusually short.

So every time I drove by her street corner, she called out my name. Imagine this. Seems funny to me now. I woke up this morning and remembered this incident.

This was over 20 years ago. At that time, I had never had sexual intercourse, and the thought of having sex made me a little nervous, so of course I never gave it a shot.

She did have a nice figure and a sexy arse.

Now, if I wasn't married, I'd go for it.

I suppose I've gotten more perverted (or more accepting), since I've gotten older.